The war has been over for several years now and the paladins have been able to do normal things for once. Like have a paying job and a relationship. Team Punk is quick to realize that one of the many wonderful aspects of the dating dynamic includes getting dumped. Turns out dating sucks about as much as inter-galactic warfare. Fortunately for them the one thing they can always count on is their friendship (emphasis on ship). Hunk and Pidge support each other through their full-fledged relationship experiences as they work their way back into this niche we call regular civilian life on Earth (with some help from friends). Excerpt: "I understand. I won't interrogate you anymore." She paused. Her eyes lit up and a crooked smile began to curl up on one side of her mouth. "Hunk, today's Friday. Which means I don't work tomorrow. And with the nature of your job you never actually clock in. You can take tomorrow off, no questions asked." Pidge's smile had spread ear to ear as she leaned forward with a compelling air. "I know you know exactly what this calls for." Some mature language. Perhaps smut, things are still in the works. Comments welcome, I love to gab and share a mutual love of things. <3

Not much on this ship so hnnnggg- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ In ten years, a lot can happen. Friendships can break apart, trust can go to betrayal, love can turn to dust. The crumbled remains can be pounded into the ground and nothing can be left behind. {TRIGGER WARNING WEEEWOOO} Mentions of death, character death, depression and suicide.