A/N: I asked myself today: what would Erik do if he ever found out about Raoul/Erik fan fiction? So here's the results. And please don't be offended if you actually write Raoul/Erik; I never intended for that to happen!
Erik stared wide-eyed at the papers spread out over his organ. He had awoke this morning to find they had mysteriously appeared. At first he thought that they were pointless documents the managers decided to bother him with, but after reading them, he realized that they contained an enormous issue.
From what he understood, people were spending their precious time writing stories about his life. Erik would have considered it an honor to be the inspiration for these authors, but there was one disturbing detail he just couldn't stomach. These authors were creating detailed plots centering around him and that Raoul in a romantic relationship!
How could anyone do such a thing? Erik was confident that he would never fall for that fool. Even further, he couldn't fall for him! They were enemies, like God and the devil! It hadn't been too long ago when he nearly murdered the boy! Where did these authors come up with such disgusting fantasies?
Erik brushed the papers aside, letting out a long, agitated sigh. He sincerely hoped that this was just some joke, and people didn't actually believe he could ever be the vicomte's secret lover. But if this was reality and the world thought that such a vile thing was possible, it was all the more reason for him to live the rest of his life in seclusion.