Disclaimer: I don't own a thing, much as I wish I did.
A/N: Hey, guys! Here's another parody, as promised! Many thanks to my cousin for some assistance on this one!
I Wrote A Fic
Sung to the tune of "I Dreamed A Dream"
There was a time when fans were kind,
When their comments were soft, and their praise delighted.
There was a time when I would find
That an unread review always got me excited.
There was a time…
Then it all went wrong…
I wrote a fic in time gone by
With characters who still were living.
I wrote that none of them would die.
I thought that fans would be forgiving.
Then I was young and unafraid;
Ideas were made and used and cherished.
There were no protests ever made
For plots whose novelty had perished.
But the flamers come at night
With complaints that sound quite hollow,
As they tear your fic apart,
As they turn you dream to shame!
I wrote of Éponine's romance;
She loved a golden-haired Apollo.
He wouldn't give their love a chance,
But he was hers when autumn came!
And still I think, when it's just me,
That they would do quite well together,
But there are fics not meant to be,
Or else I'll suffer fans' displeasure.
I wrote a fic that made me squee,
A masterpiece of E/É pairing!
But all the flamers got my goat.
Now flames have killed the fic I wrote.
A/N: …so I know this is not necessarily how people feel about Enjolras/Éponine… This one is meant to be more about this general situation. I think we all have fanfics we wrote when we were younger that we maybe aren't so proud of now, or fics we were proud of when we wrote them and then we got flames… Anyway… Yeah. I hope you enjoyed this! Please review! It makes me happy!