#Rent au

[maxybabyy]

The power has been out for an hour when he finds the kid looming around in the hallway.

He’s in the same old NYU shirt that Daniel always sees him in. The shoulder seams hang loose from his frame, and there’s a giant hole in the sleeve, big enough to fit a thumb through if you tried. Max must have done that before, he thinks, chewing away at the strings. The silly plastic thing is gone too, leaving nothing but the frayed tips.

“I reckon it’s gonna be out for a while,” he says when Max just keeps staring at the emergency light flicker. The one fucking thing this shitty building actually has. Maintenance is shit, and he’s pretty sure there’s a new species of black mould growing in the hallway window. But at least their little void on the seventh floor follows the safety guidelines.

He taps his socked foot against Max’s scruffy sneakers, watches him turn around with a frown.

“I was playing with my friends, and then the electricity went out. I thought it was for me only, so I checked the fuses,” Max tells him with his hands high in the air, his fingers flicking along with his words. Daniel doesn’t even know where he would look for the fuse box in his shithole of a studio. “But it is of course the entire building. I think maybe it is the lightning,” he adds.

“Nah, the building is just shit,” Daniel tells him. “If it’s not a water leak or a fucking rat problem, it’s the power. Same old shit and they won’t fix it. Just wait until winter when the heating will go away too.”

Daniel has learned to keep himself busy when the snow starts falling. LA, in particular, is great around Christmas when New York becomes too unbearable.

“I was here in the winter also,” Max says, gestures to door where he lives like Daniel doesn’t already know. “It was so nice of you, giving me a Christmas present. I of course had not bought you anything, but you said –“

Blake had dropped off the newest batch of merch samples right around New Year’s, and they had all been shit. The design was wrong, and the colour palette was completely off. They still haven’t gotten the peach the right colour, but the other shit looks fine now. Back then Max had – he would walk around in the same fucking shirt he’s wearing now. Skinny jeans frayed at the hem in a way they aren’t supposed to be, a rolodex of white tee shirts from Target, and a thin, barely-there windbreaker to fend off the cold.

Daniel had given him the leftover merch, he had to. There was no fucking way he couldn’t do it.

He taps Max’s shoe again, watches him crack a grin before he nods his head towards his apartment. “Do you wanna come in? I just have like, a candle and shit, but we can chill until the power comes back.”

Max nods and follows him inside.

Daniel doesn’t offer him a beer, sips at the can while they both watch the flicker of the wick. He doesn’t have another candle, so this one will have to last, the whispers of sea breeze faint between them.

He’s telling Max about his latest gig – some dive bar with a shitty ironic name like Cheers or Sam’s, or shit like that – when Max reaches out to poke at the candle. His skin looks glowing in the candlelight, a warm contrast to Max’s usual pale skin. His fingers look long, elegant as they curl around the candle, his thumb stroking over the dripping wax like it was –

“Daniel?” Max prompts, eyes flickering from the wick to his face and back again, “The drummer is of course an idiot, but it went alright, you said?”

Daniel jerks back into the couch. He swallows loudly. Tries and fails to convince himself he hadn’t been zoning out on the kid’s hands like a fucking weirdo. Safety first, he thinks faintly, can’t have a fucking fire during a power outage.

Max keeps playing with the candle wax, making it drip down onto Daniel’s shitty white wood Ikea table he had carried home in the subway. But every time he touches it, Max sucks in a sharp breath between his teeth, presses down to make it run faster, and Daniel cannot find it in himself to stop him.

Max’s in the middle of a story about his family dog back in the Netherlands, when he accidentally touches the flame. He’s quick to pull back, hissing loudly as he sucks his pointer and middle finger into his mouth with a muddled, “Fuck!”

“Careful!” Daniel scolds. He’s already halfway across the couch reaching for him like a fucking mother hen. But instead of his hand, Daniel grabs onto Max’s thigh in his panic, the muscle firm in his grip. Max watches him back, flexes his thigh as he sucks the fingers deeper into his obnoxiously big, oddly fitting mouth, and Daniel cannot keep – has to look away.

Stares at Max’s knees instead, awkward and protruding and littered with odd bruises.

Daniel wonders how he got them, forces himself to think of less nefarious reasons for how they could appear. Once, Daniel had gotten so drunk that Scotty couldn’t get him to come down from the bar, dancing away until he felt dizzy with exhaustion and drink.

Back then, when his body had been young and spry, he had slammed to his knees before swinging his legs to the side to get off the bar. They had been black and blue for a week before his knees had recovered.

But Max doesn’t let him ponder for long, slides to the floor in a move impossibly fluid for someone to not have done it a hundred times over. He’s quick to reach for Daniel's jeans, one hand still spit-slick as he pulls at the zipper, and Daniel has to – cannot let him do this.

“Hey, mate,” he says, laughs nervously. “Aren’t you like sixteen or something?”

Once, he had tried to give the kid a twenty so he could buy himself some food for the night. Gaunt cheeks and lanky body a cruel reminder of his own teens. Refusing money from Grace and Joe to prove he hadn’t screwed up by running away to America to make it big.

But the kid didn’t take the money and had instead stared at him, brows drawn together much like he is now. “I’m nineteen,” he says.

“In a year or two, maybe.” Daniel scoffs. But still, he doesn’t move. Max’s hand stays on his dick, heavy and warm despite the temperature of the apartment. “Be real, man. I’m fine with you sticking around but –“

Max snarls. He stays on his knees, but Daniel cannot meet his eyes, stares himself blind where his jeans have become undone. “Always you do this. You are so kind to me, flirting with me, but then you run away when I respond!

“Now you ask me to come to your apartment, with the mood lighting also, and again you will not touch me. This is not fair, Daniel.” Max says and digs his nails into his thighs, forces Daniel to look at him – at the furious glare and the too-red lips.

It’s unfair how good he looks sitting between Daniel’s spread thighs. There’s a dusting of pale, blonde hair at the top of his thighs where his shorts have crawled up, and his entire face is flushed with emotion. It’s all Daniel can do to not put a better name to it – the death of creativity for once not a foe. His cheekbones sit high and sharp on his face, a mole on his lip revealed only when Max doesn’t bite into it, looking so fucking pretty.

Maybe that’s why he’s here of all places. Scouted off the fucking streets and put in a shitty apartment in some mirror nightmare of Daniel’s, waiting impatiently for Vogue to call.

Max is still staring at him, and Daniel doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do. He’s not going to fucking card Max in his own apartment, that’s a cunt move. Max would probably throw the card in his face, if he asked, indignant little glare before he would lean in and –

“Yeah, alright,” he whispers but it’s enough. Max hears him, and he does lean in to pull his jeans the rest of the way off.

Max takes him into his mouth, lips stretched around the head almost obscenely, and suddenly Daniel has to force himself to close his eyes shut. It’s too much already, watching Max take him even deeper into his mouth as his head thumps back against the couch. He clearly knows what he’s doing, relaxing his throat as he goes. His hands are firm on Daniel’s hips, keeping a steady pressure until Daniel gets with the programme and fucks into his mouth.

He barely has the time to let Max know before he’s coming. But Max doesn’t move, keeps him on his tongue until his mouth is full and Max has to swallow.

“Shit, Maxy,” he moans, thighs still shaking as Max climbs to his feet. “You’re not. You don’t have to –“ But Max doesn’t leave, drops into Daniel’s lap with his shorts abandoned on the floor.

Max jerks himself off with one hand balanced on Daniel’s shoulder. It’s closer than Daniel’s been to someone else’s dick in years, since Scotty got down on one knee and fucked everything up. A cock is a cock is a cock, but Max’s dick looks almost pretty held in his own fist.

It makes him think of the fucking candle from before, how the wax had dripped between his fingers, and how quick he had been to suck them into his mouth, like he had just done to Daniel, to his dick.

“Daniel,” Max begs, watches Daniel watch him fuck into his own hand desperately. “Please.”  

“Okay, yeah. I got you, Maxy.” He says and slips his fingers into Max’s mouth. It’s only the first two, but his dick still jerks at the reminder of the warm heat of Max’s mouth, the tight pressure and how his tongue cannot keep still. Max whines when he pulls them out, shoots him another furious look that is quickly replaced with a shout when Daniel brushes over his hole. “Like that, yeah?”

Max nods, eyes wide for another moment before they screw themselves shut as he comes with another sound. It’s another few minutes before Max speaks again, the words muffled against Daniel’s chest where he still hasn’t moved. “What’s that?”

Max huffs and sits upright, rubs at the spot on Daniel’s shirt where his dick has left a smear. “I said, the lights are back.” He says, gestures to the room now bathed in light.

“Oh.” Daniel couldn’t tell you when that happened, if it was before Max went to his knees or after. The candle still flickers behind them, pools of wax already hardened on the wood. “I guess they are, yeah.”

[doitforstamets]

Dream in Another Song by @delta-pavonis

[jeannotjean]

I ran outta steam playing with shading and colors and stuff so y'all get a sneak peak at the painful AU I'm concocting. (based on the scene from "I'll Cover You" in RENT)

Human Husk and Angel, but as Angel and Collins from Rent cause I love angst and pain... Yall help me come up with who else would be who. I'm stuck.

[delta-pavonis]

Fic: Another Song (a Dreamling RENT AU)

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Rated E || in progress Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - RENT, the Dreamling-as-RENT AU that no one asked for but Christmas made me do, takes place during the AIDS epidemic in NYC in the early-mid 1990s, Calliope/Dream (discussed), this fic is full of motherfucking artists, and they definitely don't have a dollar, gratuitous use of lines from RENT, because why be creative when you can steal from a genius like Jonathan Larson, HIV/AIDS Crisis, characters with HIV/AIDS, implied/referenced suicide, idiots in love, getting together, lives of queer starving artists in NYC early in the AIDS crisis and all the associated bullshit about money that goes with it

Read the first three chapters on AO3

Dream just hums as he sits on the piano bench, tracing his fingers over the keys. He doesn’t press down, not on a single one. Not a single chord, a single note, comes to him. As it has been for months, his mind is silent. Empty. He pulls the fallboard out and covers the keyboard before he thunks his forehead down onto its well-worn top. The ever-present song of the East Village rattles and thumps and siren-wails through the windows and walls of the old factory building. Melodies of people, rhythms of restlessness, tempo of art, harmonies of life.

[kinuhanino]

So in my “Rent AU” fic (its not a rent au exactly cuz the plot is wildly different but it just so happens to be in the setting of rent the musical)  im gonna be making Anne like, really famous at the Life Cafe and i want to show that rather than tell it so like,,,

any musical theatre characters ya’ll wanna see talking to Anne? or like you think would talk/interact with Anne?

[f1-disaster-bi]

Once again thinking about Daniel and Lando as Roger and Mimi in Rent

[wanologic]

and they were roommates

[somethingblu3]

okay, hear me out.

bg3 rent au.

Karlach - Mimi

La'zael - Joanne

Gale - Benny

Astarion - Angel

Wyll - Rodger

Halsin - Collins

Shadowheart - Maureen

[celestialalpacaron]

Behave yourselves BOTH OF YOU 💀 Anyways have this crumb while I work on the main Overlord Husk AU comic lolol

[lucdoodle]

trying to get better with colors!

another fanart of @forgettable-au !

[theghostkingisdead]

As a current college student I refuse to believe Danny as Ghost King doesn’t answer summons. As soon as people start summoning him he starts demanding home cooked meals and fat wads of unmarked cash.

That they started off summoning him with the blood of virgins was a bit distasteful, but once he told them to knock it off (threatened to take whatever harm they do to innocents out on their skin, tenfold) they seemed to get the message and started giving him offering of home decor and kitchen appliances instead.

All things being equal, they don’t even ask for much in return. For most of them, just the confirmation that he exists and is “”watching out“” for them is enough. Although lately he’s started giving his cultists random junk (a nice rock he found, a handful of marbles, a piece of scrap metal from his parents lab) and telling them they’re sacred artifacts of great power, as a joke.

[jayujus]

rent a boyfriend! - lhs smau

PAIRING rich girl!y/n x broke college student!heeseung

SYNOPSIS in which jeon y/n is desperate to find a boyfriend ASAP because she needs a date for her family's mixer. her best friend, ningning, introduces her to a website perfect for this situation!

OR.....

drunk heeseung unknowingly signs up for a website on the dark web.

FEATURING miso of dreamnote as y/n, aespa, nana, enha hyung line + other idols occasionally

GENRE(S) fluff, crack, angst, love triangle, rent a boyfriend trope

WARNING(S) suggestive, kys/kms jokes, friends are mean to each other (lightheartedly), bit of parental neglect (daddy issues), y/n's indecisive af n accidentally hurts ppl 🧍‍♀️

STATUS ongoing

STARTED february 26 2024

COMPLETED -

KAIA'S NOTE taglist is closed, ignore timestamps... i am really looking forward to this smau! i will try to be consistent this time but i won't make a schedule since i never follow them....

PROFILES kwangya quest | super flops | y/n's fam

PROLOGUE technical difficulties

01 needy y/n

02 WOAH hes fine.....

03 cheating on you

04 cocktail party!!! 💬 1.0k + smau

05 roses are red

06 belieber vs jungkooker

07 cardboard jungkook

08 #JeonYnIsOverParty

09 jhené aiko is goated

10 who the hell is chaewon?!

11 lover boy

12 sea in the fish

13 eternal sunshine

14 mary cooper

15 girls is players too

16 when 2 people love each other....

17 i know

18 bitchless no more!

19 get help

20 2 man trumpet???

21 go easy on me baby

22 blues

23 split in half 💬 0.3k + smau

24 exxing on the job

25

26

27

copyright © jayujus 2024 all rights reserved

[nocturr]

Uh oh, the plane crashed again

—

Aviator avian grian au

[delta-pavonis]

UPDATE: Another Song (a Dreamling RENT AU)

Dream of the Endless/Hob Gadling || Rated E || in progress

Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - RENT, the Dreamling-as-RENT AU that no one asked for but Christmas made me do, takes place during the AIDS epidemic in NYC in the early-mid 1990s, Calliope/Dream (discussed), this fic is full of motherfucking artists, and they definitely don't have a dollar, gratuitous use of lines from RENT, because why be creative when you can steal from a genius like Jonathan Larson, HIV/AIDS Crisis, characters with HIV/AIDS, implied/referenced suicide, idiots in love, getting together, lives of queer starving artists in NYC early in the AIDS crisis and all the associated bullshit about money that goes with it, a character gets mugged, discussion of stealing, YES IT WILL HAVE A HAPPY ENDING

Read Chapters 4 and 5 on AO3!

A groan comes from the ground at his feet and Hob immediately crouches down. “Hey, you okay?” He puts a hand on the shoulder of the woman as she sits up, shaking her head as if to clear it. “Did they get any money?” The woman huffs and brushes her long, black curls from her face as she looks up at him. “Had none to get.” A gust of wind whips around them and she shivers, wrapping her arms around her chest and rubbing her biceps. “But they purloined my coat.”

[mantimae]

Hm, me? Oh yeah, I’m totally normal about @zillychu ‘s firecore AU and def haven’t been thinking about it since it first crossed my dashboard! :)

[reds-skull]

Had the passing thought "what if Gaz had long hair" a few days ago and I just had to draw it

(Actually obsessed with 'hawked Gaz...)