The author groaned as the whiteboard began to show the outline of an apartment complex. It was also glowing faintly.
"Not again," she said.
"Yes, again," was the first answer from one of the figures that appeared. "What's this crap about you letting your readers vote one of us into the Christmas spirit?"
"I can't write holiday fic for all of you!" the author whined.
The Glee and HP contingents stood smugly to one corner, watching the fireworks as the other fandoms argued.
"What happened to our one-shot?" Ashley Davies hollered over the growing din.
"Hey, quiet!" a new blonde woman said.
"Who the precise fuck are you?" Santana asked.
"Emma Swan, Sheriff of Storybrooke," she said. "Speaking of newcomers, who's the hottie in the doctor's coat?"
"Callie Torres," she said, smirking. "Free agent until she OTPs me."
"I ship you with happiness," the author said.
"What the hell?" Selene asked. "You added more OTPs and didn't include us?"
"Come on," the author said, with her best "Bitch Please" look. "I really can't imagine Christmas in the Underworld universe."
"You had one female vampire knock up another female vampire, but Christmas is just too much for you?"
"And how are we even on the same page as Rainbow Boys?" Annabeth asked.
"Hey!" Nelson yelped, offended. "She loves us too!"
"Yeah, but she's written more for us."
"So don't you think it's our turn?" Jason challenged.
"No," Annabeth and Clarisse said in unison.
The Glee crew sniggered.
"Don't know why you're so cocky," Spencer Reid said. "It's not like all of you are going to make it in. Well, Santana will statistically speaking, but you and Quinn probably won't." He ignored the author's frantic head shaking to continue to explain. "She's been writing a lot more Dantana - it'll probably be that ship."
The Glee crew was a lot less happy now, and the Potter crew was just as pissed.
"Wait, so which ship are you writing for us then?" Tonks asked.
The author, by this point, knew something had to be done. She took out her laptop.
"Don't ignore us!" Annabeth yelped, offended.
"Perhaps you should try a little patience," Regina suggested.
Clarisse tossed a knife at her. It turned into a puppy, which was quickly claimed by Nelson and Faberry!Rachel.
"Wait…" Tonks said. "What are you -"
Microsoft word was open, and the author began to type.
"No! Don't write us out!" Quinn yelled, but it was too late.
All of the characters suddenly glowed bright green and disappeared back to the Estates of Headcanon. There, they had a very satisfactory time decorating for their respective holiday traditions. The End.
LbN: Hope you liked it! Don't forget to vote for which two fandoms get a holiday fic!