Confelicity

Noun: pleasure in another’s happiness. Charlie overhears a private moment, as Husk helps Angel Dust relax after a stressful day.

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Charlie crossed the hotel’s lobby to the bar. It was late; was Angel back yet? She’d promised not to try and check on him at work again, but she liked knowing he’d returned safely.

Angel wasn’t at the bar. Neither was Husk, surprisingly. Maybe he was taking a break?

She checked the staff break room – empty – and down the hall. Husk’s room was on the ground floor. The door was slightly open, enough to see that the lights were on.

And enough to clearly hear Angel’s voice coming from inside.

“Ooooh, Husk, that feels sooo goooood …”

Charlie pivoted on the spot and went right back to her and Vaggie’s suite, with a skip in her step.

She was going to be great at respecting boundaries this time! Whether those two were dating now or friends with benefits or what, she wouldn’t breathe a word until and unless they were ready to tell people.

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Angel Dust was melting into a puddle, face down on Husk’s bed, the cat demon straddling his hips and massaging his back. Angel had brought his third set of arms out from wherever they vanished to, so all six shoulders could be rubbed.

“I think this is the best I’ve ever felt when sober and not fucking. Were you a masseuse in life or something?”

“I was a magician,” Husk admitted. “Mostly card tricks.”

“Ah. Magic hands.” He wiggled his hips a little. “Gonna saw me in half next?”

“Pft – hahahaha!”

“I knew I could make you laugh!” Angel giggled as well. Then Husk pressed a little harder on a stubborn knot of muscle, and Angel groaned. “Oh, yeah, right there. Mmm.”

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For my long-time readers: yes I will be circling back around to my Trollhunters and Strange Magic fics eventually. 'Becoming the Mask' and 'Taking the Feisty One' are not abandoned!