Fics like hands to help, arms to hold, sweetest thing i’ve ever known

Thinking about them now puts a small ache in his heart. Much as he loves being greeted by them when he comes back from somewhere, he’d known it would most likely be a late night, so he’d made them both promise—pinky promise, scout’s honor, cross their hearts and everything—that they wouldn’t wait up for him. They’d both had long days of their own (Parker had spent the majority of her time scuttling around in the air vents and Hardison had been on the grift with Soph), so they both needed sleep and they needed it bad. Before he’d left, he’d told them he’d kill ’em if he came home and they were still up. But hopefully that won’t be necessary. He’ll just have to see what awaits him. Gently, he unlocks the door and pushes it open, and— Well, shoot. The TV’s on, and Thing 1 and Thing 2 are on the couch, their heads leaning against each other’s. Damn. That’s too bad. He was kinda starting to like them. — Eliot comes back tired from a night out doing his part for a job, and he gave express instructions to Parker and Hardison not to wait up. Guess who didn’t listen. Not that Eliot’s complaining—he may or may not get some cuddles and smoochies and dinner out of the deal. Not too shabby if you ask him🩷

Fics like hands to help, arms to hold, sweetest thing i’ve ever known

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