Based on @lunarlangst Prompt
Of course everyone was curious about Lance’s wings. After all it was suspicious to keep them hidden all the time.
Every member of team voltron excluding the Alteans had wings in varying degrees of grey with Hunks the closest to white and Shiros almost black.
Oftern after training they would let their wings out to relax and stretch their aching muscles out from the long period of keeping them hidden.
After a particularly long session after which Pidge almost collapsed with relief at getting their wings out did they really begin to question why Lance was enduring such pain.
“Has anyone ever actually seen Lance’s wings” Pidge asked looking to the others.
“Now that you mention it no…” Hunk frowned his wings pudding up slightly.
“Oh come on somone must have seen them” Keith huffed “we’ve been up here for months no one could last that long… right?”
A sense of dread washed over the paladins, having ones wings away for more then a few hours can cause serious damage to the muscles that allowed you to fly, Lance could be crippling himself.
“We have to talk to him now” Shiro stood up and was about to go search for the blue paladin when the door opened and Lance walked through.
Everyone stared at him for a moment before they all began talking at once.
“Whoa! Calm down guys” Lance held up his hands looking around consfused “Shiro buddy what’s going on?”
Shiro stepped forwards placing his hands on his shoulders “none of us have ever seen your wings and we’re worried about what kind of damage your doing to yourself, look none of us care about the colour of your wings we just care about you.”
Tears filled Lance’s eyes as he stepped back out of his grasp.
Shiro was jolted with panic, Oh God what did he say wrong?!
“I…I don’t have wings anymore.”
“What?!” Keith yelled his eyes wide, he had heard that if someones wings were damaged badly enough they could have them removed, but hearing about something and having one of your friends tell you it happened to them is something very different.
“My… my dad was an alcoholic… he would hit me and my siblings and… and my m-mom, when I was twelve… I pushed him down the stairs to get him away from me. I swear I didn’t mean to kill him I just wanted him to stop…” Lance was sobbing now.
No one moved “your wings were black then?”
Lance shook his head “I killed someone to save my families life… one was black and one was white” he mumbled. “The church… they said I was a abomination so they.” His voice cracked and he couldn’t bring himself to say it. Instead he turned around and brought out what was left of his wings.
Hunk promptly made a gagging noise as he threw up in a near by trash can.
Only two stumps one white and one black remained.
They were mangled, the cut unclean and clearly burnt to seal the wound. The signs of a struggle were there and with that the realisation that Lance was away when it was done to him.
“Oh God Lance.” Shiro whispered reaching out almost touching the stubs but stopped himself at the last second and instead pulled Lance into a hug “I’m so sorry that happened to you, you didn’t deserved it, God no one deserved that.
Pidge joined the hug crying “I can build you new wings! Pure white ones you deserve!”
Hunk was next, he didn’t say anything but his prescience added helped.
Keith hung back for a moment before he too gave in and hugged his friend “I’m just glad your survived it… your so strong Lance your incredible.”
Lance didn’t stop crying until he exhausted himself.
The team spent the night in the lounge together and the next day Lance didn’t hide what was left of his wings after all he didn’t need to. His space family accepted them so maybe one day he could too.
