#voltronsecretsanta2020

[thewoodsinnewbarktown]

Hey @sakarrie!! It is I, your Secret Santa. Tadda for some Plance hurt/comfort as well as some action - as they get chased by the ferocious Commander Gnov So I love Gnov ok she should’ve been the S7 main baddie instead of Sendak...here she beat Pidge up after the latter had humiliated her in front of her subordinates with some usual mad hacking skills

[nessajjewell]

the is my second gift for the season, this one is for @extrasensorious-zoroark with the @voltronsecretsanta. I'm really glad I got you Loz, and I hope you like it!💕🎄

She requested cooking chrismas dinner and they may be on the verge of a food fight👀

🎄click for better quality and reblogs are appreciated🎄

[dreams-of-kalopsia]

Technically, They Weren’t Kisses

Summary: The five times Lance instigated a kiss, plus the one time Pidge did—in reverse. 

But seriously, they weren’t really kisses…

…right?

A @voltronsecretsanta fic for @quintessenceofdust73​​, who requested post-war Plance fluff.

Read it on AO3.

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Plus 1: Kiss of Life

This was supposed to be “the easiest, safest mission ever,” as per Hunk’s promise. It even had Coran’s seal of guarantee of just having “tiny, lovely, friendly sea creatures that look like your Earthling cephalopods” and “no need for your armors”.

So why was Lance dangling precariously in the air?

Getting swung every which way?

By a two-story-high alien kraken with its tentacle coiled tightly around his ankle??

“AHHH!!”

“Lance!” Pidge’s panicked shout directed his swimming vision towards the shore, helping him reorient himself.

He reached out to her and shouted back, “P-Pidge! Pidge! Toss me my baya—!”

The world turned upside down, then sideways, then cold and dark green as the kraken-like creature flung him deep into the water. He must have sunk to the seafloor because he glimpsed what he and Pidge had come to this planet for: a meadow of the seaweed Hunk had insisted he absolutely needed and begged them to procure for him.

For a moment, Lance considered grabbing a handful, but the tentacle shackling his ankle jerked him away. His mouth opened automatically in a surprised gasp.

A grave mistake.

Water flooded in, chasing out the breath he’d been preserving. Pain pushed into his chest as the water restricted its struggle to expand.

When the remaining air in his lungs abandoned him for the surface and his desperate grip on consciousness began to loosen, three final thoughts floated up like bubbles in his literally breathless mind.

First thought. He’d just given up his life for an ingredient of some experimental gourmet intergalactic sushi.

Second. He and Pidge had completely forgotten to take Coran’s information with a sack of salt.

And third…

Screw ten thousand years’ worth of evolution.

* * *

“—ance…”

“…amn it!”

“…teen. Seventeen. Eight…”

Muffled sounds stirred Lance from the murky depths of unconsciousness. Light penetrated his eyes despite his closed lids, and it seemed to be moving. Gradually, the sounds turned into clear, urgent words coming from somewhere close.

“…Twenty-eight. Twenty-nine. Thirty.”

Pressure he didn’t know was on his chest eased up. Air entered his lungs, but it wasn’t enough. He needed more.

So he gasped for more.

“Lance!”

His eyes flew open.

“Hey, stay with me.”

In the brief moment before he rolled to his side to cough out seawater, he caught sight of Pidge’s face hovering above his, hair drenched and face dripping with water. Or maybe tears? He was already too busy hacking and trying to stay alive to put much thought into it.

Once all the seawater had been cleared out of his system, he lay wearily down on his back with her assistance.

“So,” he breathed out. “Survived a war, died by seaweed, huh?” He smiled wryly, watching Pidge for her reaction.

He’d expected a fiery scolding, then a long in-depth explanation of why he was an idiot right after.

But what he got was… tears? Rolling down her cheeks, merging with the droplets from her bangs? She really was crying??

“You went into cardiopulmonary arrest, Lance. Your heart and breathing stopped.”

He could only stare, dumbfounded. “But you revived me anyway?”

She huffed. “That’s not the point, and you know it.”

“Actually, no, I don’t.”

Pidge’s nose scrunched up in frustration.

Lance shrugged in response. “I seriously don’t, Pi—”

The swift movement that put her out of focus in his vision cut him short. The realization that she’d leaned over and was currently hugging him swept away any further thought.

Instinct took over; one arm wrapped itself around her shoulders, while the other patted her gently on the head.

“Idiot,” she said into the crook of his neck, then proceeded to murmur something he didn’t quite catch.

“What?”

“Nothing.” After some time, Pidge got to her feet.

Lance slowly sat up, turning to the right to follow her with his gaze as she walked to the edge of the water. His eyes fell on the alien kraken, unmoving on the sand, bound up entirely in the electric green cord of Pidge’s bayard, and looking the slightest bit fried.

Something clicked in his mind.

He was looking at the consequences of getting his friend really, really angry.

Which meant she was probably—no, definitely—using just a minimal amount of power when she’d shocked him when he teased her for getting a cute little bayard.

A tiny chill scampered down his spine.

She hauled the humongous, limp creature back into its natural habitat. The others of its kind splashed away in fear.

“Attack Lance again, and the universe will be eating calamari on the next Victory Anniversary!”

Small but terribly powerful.

To think that such an amazing person fended off even death for his sake.

Just like a knight in shining armor, he thought in wonder.

Ever since he was a child, Lance had dreamed of living out a fairy tale. Or a scene straight out of one, at least. He’d be the Prince Charming or the knight in shining armor, swooping in to save a beautiful damsel in distress. Then they’d fall in love, share a sweet kiss, and go on to live happily ever after.

As a Paladin of Voltron, he’d done the saving-while-in-full-armor part countless times. He’d even saved the whole universe with his friends.

But it was only now, more than a year after the war ended, that his dream came true.

Only he was the dashing damsel in distress who needed saving.

And the Princess Charming who kissed him back to life was Pidge.

His fingertips unconsciously brushed his lips.

No, it was just basic life sup—

Pidge’s murmured words from earlier suddenly returned to him, fully processed by his brain, as if it had been biding its time to conveniently present them in the most dramatic way.

In a way that would trick his heart into reading more into things, finding something where there most certainly wasn’t.

“I almost lost you.”

Fire broke out in his face.

It was just basic life support, but…

[twicesix]

> space nights, space lights

> for @cosmickallura for the vld secret santa (@voltronsecretsanta) 2020 :)

[quintessenceofdust73]

An excerpt from Chapter 1 of “Decoding a Christmas Mystery: A Love Story” by Quinn73 on AO3:

In the morning, Pidge tried to keep busy, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She missed Lance so much she felt as if there was a great black hole in her heart that was ready to swallow up any bright rays of happiness she gleaned from reminiscing. She began to wonder if she was going mad when the tears began to fall again. She collapsed on the bed in a puddle of self-doubt and misery.

Pidge was soon dehydrated from crying, and hungry from skipping breakfast that morning. In spite of all that, she was planning to avoid going downstairs for lunch when she heard her mother calling her.

“You have a package, dear. It just arrived by drone delivery,” her mother explained.

“I’ll be right down, Mom.”

She thought she had received all of her Christmas presents from her friends and relatives, both from loved ones near and far away, but apparently not. The drone had delivered a little package that was concealed by a plain brown wrapper. When Pidge removed the plain paper, a small box wrapped in shiny green foil was revealed. Inside the little box was an ornament sculpted to resemble a small but plump winged bird nesting in a fruit tree. A pidgeon?! Well, her nickname was Pidge. No, not a pidgeon. A partridge. It was a partridge in a pear tree. There was no note or return address, only a small card with the number 23 printed in black ink on it.

Colleen remarked that the design was probably a reference to some ancient carol. Pidge hung the ornament up on the Holts’ Christmas tree. She threw away the wrappings, but she kept the card. Why the number 23? Who sent it, and what could it possibly mean?

She took out her phone and photographed the ornament and the card with the number 23 on it. There was a mystery to be solved here, she realized, and this was the first clue.

@waterthegarden @nessajjewell You might want to follow this series. 😉 @voltronsecretsanta

https://archiveofourown.org/works/28003866/chapters/68595150#comments

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[good-legs-lance]

Surprise @sachiela !! I am your secret santa !! :)

I hope you like your gift!! It was a ton of fun to draw and I could always use the practice for pieces like this!! ^-^ I hope you had/have a lovely holiday!!

@voltronsecretsanta

[niazelki]

Merry Christmas🌲

This Is a gift to @dotuindex For fandom event secret santa I hope you like it.

It's a Plance fanart like 1920's style. It's the first time I participaré. Thankyou for invite me this event.

[puddingmcmuffin]

My piece for the @voltronsecretsanta event. I got @akira-ni-nekora.

I went with the first prompt that was provided. I hope you like it. ^_^