The stage is where I belong (Angel dust Human Idol Au)

Chapter 1. :3

(Angel will be referred to as Anthony, Husker as Henry, Lucifer as Lucas, and the rest the exact same)

**Anthony's POV**

Fucking Valentino had me working for ten goddamn hours. Why did I ever decide to join this idol industry? "Ughhh..." I groan as I enter the crowded apartment complex where I live with other idols and "entertainers"—whatever that means.

Praying that the elevator is empty, I practically sprint toward it. To my luck, it is. I step inside and press the button for my floor, eager to get to my room and see my boyfriend.

As I approach my door at the end of the hall, it hits me that I forgot to text Henry. Fumbling with my phone, I try not to drop anything else—I've already stained my miniskirt with boba.

I quickly send a text to Henry:
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**Babe <3** 
Baby, I'm home :3 
**Be right there, Legs <3** 
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The door swings open before I can even unlock it, revealing Henry in his usual cuffed sweater and red-and-black pants.

"Hi, handsome!" I say, my exhaustion evident in my voice.

"Uh, hi, Anthony. I made pasta if you want any."

I walk in as he heads to the couch, checking the ratings of his bar. I collapse onto the couch, resting my head in his lap, utterly drained.

"Aren't you going to eat anything, baby?" Henry asks, concern etched on his face.

"I am, Henry! I’m just tired right now, and I want to cuddle," I reply, my words slurred by fatigue.

Henry smiles and gently runs his fingers through my hair. "Okay then, you rest here while I warm up your Chicken Alfredo." Much to my dismay, he gets up and heads to the kitchen. The small apartment allows me to still see him, but I can’t hug him, obviously.

I close my eyes for just a second, and before I know it, I drift off to sleep.

I wake to Henry tapping my shoulder. "Anthony, wake up! Your food is ready," he says, his voice somehow flustering me.

Groggy, I sit up and walk to the kitchen island, clambering onto a stool to eat. Just as I take a bite, my phone buzzes.

"Ugh, who is it?" I groan while checking my phone. It's Lucas, or "Lucifer," as he's known on stage. He's in the same group as me, "Angels Fallen." While I'm the most popular, Lucas is a close second, often appearing alongside me on posters and album covers.

"Hello! This is Angel Dust speaking!" I say, putting on the cheeriest voice I can muster. I hear him giggle on the other end.

"You don’t have to use that voice or your stage name around me, Anthony. I was calling to check if you were okay. You seemed really tired in the studio today. You sounded like you needed ten hours of sleep," he says, concern lacing his words.

I let out a loud groan. "Seriously? I'm sorry I messed up that badly."

"No, no! You're good! I just wanted to let you know we have to record again tomorrow." I hear shuffling on the other end, followed by a kiss noise, and Lucas giggles.

"Sounds like you’re busy with someone. Who’s this Alastor I heard kissing you?" I tease, hearing laughter in the background.

"I haven’t told you? Damn, I thought I did. Must’ve been another dumb dream. Anyway, he's my boyfriend."

I can’t help but giggle like a schoolgirl thinking of her crush. "Unique name! What does it mean?"

"Oh, uh, he’s from Greek mythology, and that’s all I know."

"Cool! I've been thinking about something, Lucas," I say, not even remotely serious.

"What is it?"

"Why are we part of a Japanese group when I’m Italian, you’re Swedish, and everyone else isn’t Japanese at all?"

Lucas pauses for a moment. "I don’t know, man. But I have to go. Alastor wants to make jambalaya with me, so... I'll call you tomorrow?"

I cough loudly. "Yeah, sure! See you tomorrow, baiiiii~" I hang up.

"Hey, Henry! I want to go to bed," I tell my boyfriend.

"Babe, it’s only 7 PM," he replies, smiling at me.

I pout. "But I just want to cuddle right now." I walk over to him, giving him my best puppy-dog eyes. "Please, baby~ I want to cuddle~"

"Henry relents, a smile breaking across his face. "Fine, but you owe me a back rub later."

"Deal!" I cheer, plopping down next to him on the couch. I snuggle into his side, feeling the warmth radiate from him.

As we settle in, I can't help but think about how lucky I am to have him. The chaos of being an idol can be overwhelming, but moments like this remind me of what truly matters. With my head resting on his shoulder, I feel safe—something I desperately need after the long day.

"Anthony?" Henry's voice pulls me from my thoughts.

"Hmm?" I mumble, half-asleep.

"Do you ever think about what happens when we’re not idols anymore?"

I open my eyes, surprised by the heaviness of the question. "Honestly? Sometimes. But I try not to dwell on it. I mean, right now, we’re living our dream, right?"

"Yeah," he replies softly, "but dreams can end. I just want to make sure we’ll still be okay, you know?"

I sit up, looking him in the eyes. "We will be okay, Henry. No matter what happens, we have each other."

He smiles faintly, but I can see the worry lingering in his gaze. "You’re right. I just... I don’t want to lose this."

I lean in, planting a gentle kiss on his lips. "You won’t. I promise. Now, let’s not think about that and just enjoy the moment."

As we settle back into our comfortable silence, I feel the weight of the world lift just a little. The sound of the TV fades into the background, and all that matters is this moment with Henry.

After a while, I feel my eyelids getting heavy again. Just before I drift off, I hear Henry whisper, "I love you, Anthony."

"I love you too, Henry," I murmur back, smiling as I let sleep take over once more.

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