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Shiro and Allura took inspiration from Pidge’s reveal and the trust she’d put in the team and, soon after, called the defenders of the universe to a meeting in what passed as an alien lounge room. With everyone seated Allura cleared her throat.
“Shiro and I have realized we haven’t given everyone a chance to divulge any secrets they might have.” She announced, gaining raised eyebrows all round.
“What Princess Allura means to say is that, to form Voltron we need to be able to trust each other and we need to be sure we’re safe.” Shiro clarified. “And we realized we haven’t given everyone a chance to clarify or explain anything that might not come up in casual conversation and might affect how well we can form Voltron.” He explained. “So we thought we’d take the time to give us all that chance now. Is there anything anyone wants to say?”
Lance hesitated at the question, he’s pretty sure everyone did. He wasn’t entirely sure his secret would really affect Voltron, but then again he was hiding a big part of himself from people he was meant to trust. After a long moment of silence, the blue pilot took a deep breath.
“I’ve got something.” He said before he could chicken out. All eyes turned to him and Lance bit his lip, looking at his knees. He had to say it now. “I’m not, well, I’m kinda not really all human.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m a Selkie.” He braced himself and really, he shouldn’t’ve been surprised by the response of his team.
“Lance, take this seriously.” Shiro frowned at him in disapproval.
“What’s a ‘Selkie’?” Allura asked, whose own frown was one of confusion.
“They’re mythical creatures, humans that can turn into an otter or something. They’re not real.” Pidge answered her and Lance tried not to get mad at her butchered definition, although he couldn’t help but be a little bit annoyed.
“A seal Pidge. Selkie’s are a type of ocean Fae that look like seals, however we can shed out pelts and look human. And we are real.” Lance fixed the definition, stressing the final two words.
“Oh really? There where’s your pelt?” Keith rolled his eyes, also clearly on the not believing bandwagon.
“Oh gee Keith, let me just pull it out of thin air!” Lance replied sarcastically, glaring at his self-proclaimed rival. “It’s not like I really got time to pack before Blue took us through the worm hole.”
“Lance, please, can you just take this seriously?” Shiro sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.
“I am being serious Shiro! I’m a Selkie!” Lance protested, annoyance in his tone. “You believe me, right Hunk?” He turned to his suspiciously silent best friend.
“Well… I mean…” The yellow pilot trailed of.
“Hunk!” Lance frowned.
“Lance, it’s just, Selkies are myths. Magic isn’t really a thing…” He mumbled.
“The lions are magic!” Lance snapped. “The castle is magic! The Galra have a druid!”
“That’s not the same! That’s all alien stuff, and not like, from Earth.” Hunk claimed.
“That doesn’t make any sense!” Lance groaned.
“Lance, that’s enough, alright? If you have something honest to add by all means do but let’s move on from this.” Shiro sighed. Lance opened his mouth to protest yet again but the glare he was given shut the blue pilot up, huffing and leaning into the back of the couch, arms crossed.
He wasn’t going to give this up, he told himself, he’d keep mentioning it until one day they believed him.