i just think it’s really important that parker ended up with the two best huggers in the whole world bc she’s got a lot of hugs to make up for yknow. she was so alone and so lonely for so long. and now when she’s exhausted and maybe also a little overstimulated and she needs someone to ground her and wring all the bad feelings out of her, instead of trying to handle it by herself she can go find hardison and he’ll wrap her up in his long strong arms and squeeze her sooooooo tight against his big broad body, and he’ll tuck her face into the curve of his neck where it’s warm and nice and smells so good like sunshine and lemons and fresh air, and he’ll rock her side to side while he tells her it’s alright, baby, it’s okay, everything’s alright, you’re gonna be just fine, i promise you’re alright. or maybe he just hums something for her, something a little tuneless because he’s making it up on the spot and he’s really only a quarter focused on it because the other three-quarters of him are focused on “how can i make parker feel better Right Now, how can i hold her, am i swaying her enough,” etc etc. and parker feels so safe because she knows that hardison will always be there to keep her warm and to chase all the bad stuff away, and as long as she’s got him she’ll always have somewhere quiet to rest
or if she wakes up from a bad dream where she was all alone again, working all by herself, no one else, just her, parker just parker, she can seek out eliot and he’ll tuck her in close and rub her back and say it’s okay, sweetheart, i’m right here, and he’s so sturdy to hold it’s like hugging a tree, you know neither of you are going anywhere. and he doesn’t really say much else, he just stands and breathes with her, and that’s okay—it’s enough to know he’s there. it’s enough to feel how present and real and alive he is, how he’s warm and solid but also a little squishy in his chest and his belly. his hand is steady and sure moving over her back, and his shirt is soft as it’s clutched in her fists, and his hair tickles her cheek and his stomach rises and falls against her own, and with every breath she remembers she’s not alone anymore. eliot will always be here to catch her and he won’t ever abandon her, he’s too loyal for anything else, and that stitches up something in her heart to know that
and god, if both of them get her at the same time?? heaven. heaven and a half. heaven times seven. hardison’s a sturdy pillar at her back keeping her upright and eliot’s a comfy cushion against her front, and she’s got hardison nuzzling into the side of her throat while eliot presses their cheeks together and occasionally kisses her jaw or her temple. and they smell like citrus and trees and sunshine and comfort and safety and sometimes she can’t help but cry a little, just a little, because now she’s got not just one person but two to spend forever with, two people to love and to be safe around, she’s got her boys, and as long as she’s with them?? she’s home.
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