4 Works by Sleepy_existence
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It isn't your blood that keeps ties close by Sleepy_existence
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
12 Apr 2026
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Keith wasn’t planning to stay.
He only needed water. A place to rest. Somewhere to stop long enough for the world to quiet down again.
The pack wasn’t supposed to matter.
He’s used to packs that take.
Take space. Take control. Take everything they can get their hands on.This one doesn’t.
They offer food without questions. Shelter without conditions. Space without pressure. Their alpha doesn’t command. Their beta doesn’t pry. Their omega doesn’t push.
It should make leaving easier.
It doesn’t.
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I love you (in a completely normal best friend way, obviously) by Sleepy_existence
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
22 Mar 2026
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Then she smirks, like she can’t help herself, “So,” she says, too casually to be casual, “how’s your dating life, Lance?”
Lance snorts, the sound quick and amused, like the question itself is ridiculous. “Pretty non-existent.”
“Hm.” Pidge doesn’t look at him. “Thrilling.” There’s another pause. “Keith?”
Keith lifts a hand vaguely, the one not currently holding his drink, waving it off without much thought. “Same.”
Pidge finally turns her head again. Just stares at them. Then rolls her eyes so hard it’s almost audible. “I wonder why that is.”
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Keith and Lance are NOT dating, they swear
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A little tongue in cheek!
Five times Lance helped Keith make the perfect bouquet for a secret recipient. And one time where he didn't have to pretend to be happy about it.
A cheesy, fluffy, feel good fic.
Follow Lance and Keith over six months of bouquets and flower language lessons.
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Please See Attached; No Further Action Required by Sleepy_existence
Fandoms: Voltron: Legendary Defender
11 Jan 2026
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When Keith leaves to join the Blade of Marmora, the only thing he sends back are mission reports; clean, careful, and impersonal.
Lance is assigned to reroute them.
Somewhere between redactions, footnotes, and lines that aren’t strictly necessary, a private conversation begins. One that was never meant to be read aloud.