#different sport au

[i-am-church-the-cat]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Formula 1 RPF Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Oscar Piastri/Logan Sargeant Characters: Oscar Piastri, Logan Sargeant, Daniel Ricciardo, Zhou Guanyu, anyone besides logan and oscar are very brief Additional Tags: wag au, WAG Logan Sargeant, Professional Surfer Logan Sargeant, Alternate Universe - WAG, Non-Linear Narrative, Kinda?, Coming Out, this is 90 percent vibes 10 percent plot Summary:

Oscar followed the F1 caravan around the world, but Logan chased the sun. His hair was sun-bleached blond and the spread of freckles across his cheeks was ever-present. Steering wheel calluses were dug deep into Oscar's hands, and Logan's fingers were permanently pruned. Logan had often said that Oscar's hair smells like burned rubber, but when he kisses him, all Oscar can taste is salt water.

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Or a Professional Surfer!Logan Sargeant AU for F1 WAG Fest

[fanaticalthings]

POV: You're on Gothamtwt

just gothamite things

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[nocofamilyau]

Absolutely love this au lowkey wanna explode or eat it or both 🤯 do you think we could get some sorta family portrait type photo of tyler lindsay and wayne? They're all so cute I love them so much I just wanna ngl

sure thing here

at first I was thinking about drawing them teaching Wayne to skate (guess it makes sense given that Tyler was canonically on a hockey team at some point) but then I realised that although Lindsay and Tyler are both dumb as shit, they'd at least have the common sense (or not be as fucked in the head.. either one works fine) to know it would be a bit too extreme to try and teach their son to skate before he could even walk

teaching him to catch was probably tamer (not for Tyler though)

[lazycranberrydoodles]

woe mundane monopoly headcanons be upon ye

follow for more of modern au hua cheng’s outfits

[californiatowhee]

belated paris 2024 olympics AU in which edgeworth is a gymnast and phoenix is a tennis player and they are definitely banging in olympic village

bonus: a little getting-together ficlet in which phoenix asks miles if he wants to "test the beds" with him, 'cause @makaira-art and i were clowning around and she came up with this idea 'cause of the eco-friendly cardboard beds paris had lolol. rated T for Thirst

Testing the Beds by citsiurtlanu | Phoenix/Edgeworth | 1k

[benevolenterrancy]

mark your words, wei wuxian

(I have modern sports aus on the brain and decided that if we're taking away their swords we should at least arm them with sticks, so it became a hockey4hockey au)

[jtl07]

i'm quite amused at how much y'all are into avatrice in the Olympics - i get it tho, was watching a bunch of different sports today and half the time i was like, how could i make this avatrice hmm lol (also during judo, my friend was like, "this is just a fic waiting to happen" lolol)

[eta: i was gonna try to hit two prompts at once but this first one became a little ficlet - volleyball will be in a separate post!]

first, for climbing @daskum - my brain first had them both competing in climbing but for different teams but -and i have no idea how this stuff works so i might be spouting shit - but what if they're all on the same team with the rest of the gang but ohno Shannon gets injured and Ava, an alternate, has to come in. no one knows what to expect when she steps up and maybe there's some kind of idk hint of nerves that makes folks think she's not gonna do well and the commentary's not exactly disparaging but Ava knows it - she can't hear it but she knows, she feels it.

then she looks over at her team, all of them giving her various looks and gestures of determination and belief, and when she gets to Beatrice, she expects something similar, something serious. doesn't expect a smile.

then Ava remembers: herself as a child, dreaming (from her bed, unable to move, unable to feel); herself as a teen, disbelieving (as she moves one finger, two, then eventually, painfully, victoriously wraps all five around a handhold for the first time); herself, here, now, feeling - everything.

she smiles back. sets her shoulders and thinks, 'let's fucking do this.' grins and aims for gold.

[chiropteracupola]

what if they were an ultimate frisbee team

[witchofthesouls]

I like the idea of Tourniquet being there for the bonding peroid with the second set of triplets simply because he can't be kept away and it was deemed unwise to atempt. After the Soundwave check that no spy, Camians are Just Like That™️, Soundwave is making sure he's sent for. Probably by putting a seguestion in Kaon's audial.

The DJD has a time with this. Vos may have fallen in love. Nickel approves of his bedside maner. The bitties are happy to be showered in affection.

And if this is in an Overlord being a menace timeline, well if he shows up quick enough he can help disposeof Overlord. If not well Tarn presenting Reader with Overlord's corpse for catharsis isn't too terrible.

Or, in the High Priest!Megatron verse, Tourniquet literally hitchhiked across galaxies to go track his child. Not only Tarn interacts with his creator-in-law, but Hook gets his wish on knowledgeable medical personnel willing to train.

And promptly starts to have regrets because it's a Camien Healer, but not to point to ask the mech to stop because Decepticon Medical Division needs trained staff.

Caminus is a very collectivist society as a necessity from their Seekerkin roots and pragmatism from resource deprivation. They take resourcefulness to a different ballgame.

Because of the low population and Caminus' inability to fully interact with them as he once did, they take communal responsibility very seriously, such as healthcare.

As far as the Order of Luminara is concerned, Tourniquet is on sabbatical and had requested he document any planetary systems that would aid their community. There are specific metals that are necessary for Titans to function, and they're constantly search for it.

Meanwhile, Tourniquet is ever-so-slowly "addressing critical issues" in mechs' medical records. He first sends a friendly warning. If there's no appropriate response (aka mechs coming into fix it), then Tourniquet starts hunting.

Mind, he's used to targeting vicious predators, cannibals, or lifeforms with extreme transformation sequences, and he trained with a Healer who was a devoted follower to the Path of Suffering that specialized in collecting rare samples in unstable/hazardous terrains.

The Decepticons got nothing on him. They think Tourniquet has a death wish as he constantly requests to be sent to Deathworlds or planetary systems that are extremely hazardous to mechanical lifeforms, and his body language is too 'open' as Camiens typically mingle in each other's space and aren't as reluctant to physicality.

Tourniquet can fold them like a chair with a pleasant expression on his face.

Most likely with Nurse's third clutch (second with Tarn as the ignitor) because Tarn jinxed them with his wet-cat sadness on how the first trio are growing up to run around instead of toddling on shakey pedes. He yearns for those early thousand years of soft frames and crawling struggles. One of them still has an endearing lisp because their mouth is crowded out by rows and rows of serated denta. Tarn will forever deny it, but he was mournful when the first clutch got their own room via converting Nurse's old habsuite. He got separation anxiety and empty nest syndrome. Nurse had to elbow his side because of all the sad music on replay, and it's confusing the newsparks.

But on the other hand, it would be hilarious that Overlord shifts his focus onto Tourniquet. Not only does Tarn have his in-law nearby, but he gets front row tickets to Overlord and Tourniquet having a Thing and a medical boot camp, Camien-Healer style.

This includes extreme survival training in radioactive terrain, learning effective pharmaceutical concoctions in a bucket, and close-quarter weaponry combat. Nurse helps Tourniquet with the remedial courses.

[wildmrmix]

Dizzy as hell but. Sports au. Like idk baseball, or basketball, or football, or tennis, or volleyball, or SOMETHING

Oh my god sports anime’s your characters. The socs are actually just another team and rumbles are games and any kind of tussles beforehand are like scrimmages/ mock games or whatever depending on the sport. I don’t know jack about sports but I am thinking.

Idk who coaches would be. Maybe the oldest in each group or they’re just random characters

[tennessoui]

Hockey seems like a good choice for Anakin. He'd be one of those controversial figures. Like, he's a great player, future hall of famer, star of his team. He also lost his temper last game and boarded a player so hard and illegally the guy had to be stretchered out. He wears all the cause jerseys and took his kids to the Pride parade, but he had to be restrained from climbing over the bench during a game to punch the other team's coach. Voted least likely to use drugs and most likely to murder.

yessss ok no I know limited things about hockey but I know probably more about hockey than other sports cause I dated someone who really liked hockey for a bit

and anakin DOES lend himself to aggressive play in hockey in a way that is worrying but also makes him a great player. Full of contradictions. Will smash anyone who looks at him twice into the boards. Will also carefully and gently guide his kids around the ice during family skate with both hands out in case they fall

obi-wan has no idea what to make of him and also anakin is very out of his league - of sports, of understanding, and of dating

[regina-del-cielo]

With the in real life precedent of Jack Doohan being the son of a MotoGP champion and going into Formula 1 to avoid the comparisons, I pose this scenario to the community:

AU where Carlos Sainz jr, in order to avoid any possible comparison to his father, decides to skip cars altogether and goes into MotoGP

[owlafterhours]

[AC6] Vegas AU: Walter gets a new hound

o/! This is the start of the, uh, extremely expanded vegas AU because

yeah, we got a tourney format n everything ahha

there's a bit more drama but as an overall, it'll be on the same lighter wavelength :) They'll also be the same flavour of drafty as the other parts, since i find even posting a bit helps drag me into editing it (usually with a friend) more thoroughly later.

(In which: Walter loses a pilot, gains a pilot, and gains the headache that this pilot comes packaged with.)

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“I quit - good fucking luck finding another slave.”

Those had been the parting words of 617 before she stormed out of the training room. The following silence was cold, and the words looped in his mind. It was still messy here, his hounds having left his service in quick succession, leaving him the lingering effects of their existence. Cleaning and tidying into a box instead of waiting lockers.

617 had been the last to leave.

His shadow fell over a notebook as he bent to pick it up; dark grey with a smeared name in black marker, the cover slightly curled. He knew that if he flipped through it, he’d find pages of training regimens, notes on AC construction, the parts, the customizations available - and which ones were banned from which tourneys. Tactics for their foes, strategies to keep their strength up through the grueling tournaments. Complaints in the margins. Messages passed between the pack. 

Walter dropped it into the box.

Owner and trainer of the CT team Hounds, ‘Handler Walter’ was famed for being a cold and tough taskmaster. If you could make it through six months with him, they say you’d be guaranteed a job as a competition pilot. Even spending a month under his tutelage was enough to sharpen your skills - if you still wanted to get into a simulator after that. 

The only reason Hounds had never gotten into the Invitational, they say, is because they never had backing from one of those big corps. Walter had finally secured that backing in the last three years, but it was still an uphill battle to negotiate his way into it. 

With the current state of events though…at least the agent was coming around with fresh blood soon. Though the numbers had been thinning, the quality of the pups had gotten better. The agents knew that they’d lose out if the recruit didn’t stick around for long enough, so they’d stopped bringing him anyone who’d wash out in the first week. Only the truly dedicated or -

The desperate. Guess his reputation had gotten a little too much, Walter thought, if they were scraping the bottom of the barrel like this. He eyed the one pup the nervous agent had brought to him.

Short, with a cane and a rather extensive burn splattered over half their face. It stretched down under their sweater’s neckline. The cane was a hint that there could be a problem - though, perhaps not serious enough to interfere with their work. 

“He’ll be able to pilot an AC, but not much else.” the agent warned, knowing that Walter liked it if the pilots could help with maintenance. Not like he had a choice this time. “Something about an accident a few years ago - it's all in the file.” 

“I can see that.” Walter replied before looking at the pup again.

“You.” Walter addressed them directly. Their gaze shifted from the wall to Walter. “What do you want out of this?” 

“To pilot.” A soft voice, slightly husky. “What else.”

“And you can pilot like that.” He asked, and they paused. Seemed to think about it - before replying:

“I’m here, aren’t I?” There’s no real challenge in their voice, nor fear. 

Just a fact.

“...We'll see.” Walter said, before turning back to the agent. Not the first iceberg to crack in his care, if it turned out that they couldn’t stick it out. Not like he had any other choices, if he wanted to make the cutoff.

“I’ll take them.” 

The agent coughed. “We’ll have the rest of the information packet forwarded to you later then.” 

Walter nods, and the agent takes that as their dismissal, leaving the room with a quiet click of the door. The drone of the aircon filled the space.

“Let’s see what you can do, 621.” 

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Uncanny.

He didn’t know how else to describe it. Tablet in one hand, a stylus in the other and a steaming mug on his desk, Walter put the last month in review as he sorted out the final details of their registration into the Invitational.

621 would do everything without complaint and without comment. If he was lacking in technique, he’d practise again and again until he had worked it out. Until he could repeat it in different scenarios and whatever conditions Walter asked for. Every word of admonishment, every harshly delivered reprimand, simply absorbed. In fact - Walter tapped his stylus on the desk - 621 didn't even react to what little praise Walter dished out either. 

There was no arrogance about it - 621 would just acknowledge it with a nod, before getting back to whatever it was they were working on. Nevermind an iceberg, this one was closer to a concrete wall. It’s hardly the first time that Walter has had to force a hound to take a break, but it’s the first time it’s happened so consistently with no external impetus. Maybe 621 could be an AC junkie–he certainly seemed familiar enough with them, but it felt like he could hardly look at them, when not inside the simulator. 

Walter put the tablet down, exchanging it for the records he had set to the side. Along with 621’s mugshot, there was also some badly formatted text, letters crammed into the solid black frames. As expected, it was sparse–less than what a fully legitimate agency would take. This was what you got when you needed to set your own terms with the pilots, without future meddling from the talent agencies though.

621 had graduated from high school before going straight into an apprenticeship and worked as an MT tester for a few months before an accident, the file said. That made sense. 621 had the tells of someone who’d done some real piloting before, and they largely matched someone accustomed to the safety requirements in a commercial MT. From watching him the last few weeks in the simulator’s cockpit, Walter would put his bet on a BAWS construction MT. Plenty of those around.

He flicked to the medical page. Extensive burns, a nasty concussion that led to the impairment of several senses, some of it temporary, some of it uncertain. These complications meant he couldn’t work with the machines anymore, so he’d floated around afterwards, doing odd jobs here and there before uprooting his entire life and moving to Institute City. Not an uncommon story either - one that Walter had seen time and again. 

All of his educational institutes had been redacted - tracks covered there. The apprenticeship…the garage he’d worked at was now defunct. Had been for a few years. A quick look showed that it had not been re-established either.

621’s scars looked too fresh.

Walter leaned back into his chair, leaving the printouts under the spotlight of his single lamp. If it were him…he’d have hoped that his future employer didn’t care where he came from. Just that he was a willing pilot that wouldn’t even need to ask ‘how high?’. Walter had taken this for granted as well; the quiet had been nice at first, after the rambunctious of a full kennel. Now, though, he missed the hounds that would talk about their lives by way of quip or quibble.

Hmm…hospital records might have something. Some of those scars looked no older than a year - two, if they were pushing it. Burns to this degree weren’t common, and if they hadn’t been treated at any official hospital…well, OVERSEER’s crawlers did not discriminate, and even the back-alley doctors were prone to using digital records these days.

Nothing for it; he sat up again, pulling up the OVERSEER command window and throwing every useful detail into the search field. Half of it, he guessed, would probably be fake. 621 was unfamiliar with this part of Institute City, but despite the profile placing him as a relatively new resident, he seemed to have more than a passing familiarity with how the city worked. 

Walter took a sip from his now-cold tea while the results compiled themselves. 

That…was the profile of the winner three seasons ago. Competitive name, Raven. Legal name, Raven Sinclair - which matched what was on 621’s profile. And see, Walter might have never seen their face - Raven had been like his hounds, competing with identity obscured - but Raven had only been a little shorter than him, while 621 barely reached his shoulders. 

He’d thought that the name was just a coincidence, but no. Now, it seemed like there was something…troublesome was involved.

BRANCH wasn’t the type to interfere with smaller organisations like this. Historically, their targets had been higher profile - places like the big corps and the government. They even had their tangential connections - OVERSEER operated in similar spheres – but because of that, it was unlikely they knew what Walter and OVERSEER had been working towards.

Walter drained the last of the tea and grimaced. The agents had not come with anyone else, and there was no time to put his own call out for another hound. Failing to show for their first year would, no doubt, put a black mark against him and his team, so there was no ‘another year’ to wait out. 

He put in a note to request surveillance upgrade to the simulator from Carla, additional monitoring for 621–

And in more ways than one, it seemed, if the camera in the training room wasn’t glitching. His hound had, apparently, decided to spend the night in the simulator, again, despite Walter ordering him to take a break. Grumbling, he got up from his comfortable chair, switching off the desk lamp on his way out.

(The small figure of Walter makes it into the camera’s view. It takes some time, but eventually, he coaxes a smaller figure out of the depths of the simulator. Together, they leave the room, and it darkens in the wake of them leaving, only the emergency light from the bulky simulator pulsing in the grainy darkness.)

[hi-im-greenjunipertree]

Color palettes for BBL a-rod in my BYS cat au (so far)

The difference is VERY subtle so I won't be shocked if this flies over people's heads lol

[widowshill]

VAMP ROGER AU QUESTION! how would he and barnabas interact together (if they ever interact)? :3 💜

tagging @tortoisesshells because she's my co-conspirator <3

excellent question! this family and their sharp-toothed men will be the death of ... well, several community members of Collinsport, i suppose.

to start — Barnabas gets out of the box slightly differently than in canon, which colors his relationship to Roger and the rest of the household. Roger kills Willie after his attempted assault on Carolyn and Vicki (who is, by that point, his wife); Willie's mysterious disappearance and Roger's suspected involvement makes Jason that much more panicked, desperate, and correspondingly aggressive. Liz goes searching for the lost family jewels in a last-ditch attempt to buy Jason off, and, inadvertently, lets their ancient family sin out of the tomb.

ergo she's made Barnabas' thrall instead of Willie, but this goes unnoticed for a while — even though her brother would, in theory, recognize the signs, and his suspicions are raised, but she's already acting so much unlike herself with Jason around that he doesn't suspect anyone else of doing her harm. yet.

at the start, he and Barnabas get along very well, even before they discover their shared affliction: they're both relatively sophisticated, well-traveled, intelligent people, and for all that Roger decries Liz's emphasis on the Collins name, he leans towards familial connections instinctively (Roger hasn't got much in the way of friends outside of the house even in canon, and he's even more isolated as a vampire).

after he finds out Barnabas is also a vampire, things get a little more complicated, but overall, they're still friendly. Roger doesn't have much sympathy for Barnabas' relentless self-pity and decrying his doomed fate to live as a monster, because Roger on the whole enjoys his vampirism and has made a decent un-life for himself out of it (thanks in no small part to Vicki). but having someone like him around is a comfort in ways he wouldn't have expected, he's no longer solitary or uniquely monstrous out of the Collins family, he has someone else around through the night, and someone who understands the sufferings of bloodthirst and being shut out of the sun.

furthermore, Roger's very much interested in his family history and stories of the past, the building of Collinwood, Jeremiah's ships – and Barnabas was there. there's potential for some very interesting conversations about the past, and the arc of the Collins family history to the present, not to mention literature, travel, fashion, politics and the rest. Roger's his cousin's mirror in modernity in many ways, and that's something potentially interesting to explore: the world changes around them, but Collinses do not.

as an aside, they both have a funny sort of relationship to Burke. Barnabas hates him for his resemblance to Jeremiah and envies his friendship with Vicki and thinks he's crude, and Roger ... well. it's complicated. it's closer to antagonism than not, and Burke has tried to kill him once in this au, and Roger resents his flirting with Vicki, but then there's everything else with their past. so I don't think Barnabas' treatment of him would sit particularly well with Roger, he'd take the attitude of hey, only I can be a dick to Burke >:(

the definite fracture point is Barnabas imprinting on Vicki. Roger's already jealous and possessive by nature, and it's amplified by the supernatural nature of his relationship to Vicki (being closer, bodily and mentally; being necessary to each other; being, quite literally, sustenance) so he's already a little on edge when Barnabas starts paying attention to her, giving her presents, and appreciating the scenery — Barnabas doesn't, exactly, tend to have much in the way of moral inclination to leaving women alone when they have prior engagements, but it's fair to point out the irony of everything Roger was doing with his bloodbag governess when he was still very much a married man.

anyway: Roger finds foreign bite marks on his wife's neck, and he's understandably immensely upset by this. partially out of territorial sentiment, but he also knows Vicki, and he knows that she wouldn't have invited another vampire willingly — which means that she was forced, or hypnotized, or attacked in secret, and there's only the one potential suspect. this is already enough to lose his good will, but he might have been willing to let Barnabas go with a "hands off," had this discovery not lead to finding out what he'd also been doing to Liz. the combination of the two is unforgivable, and it's Barnabas' error to have made an enemy who is very personally aware of all his vampiric weaknesses, and Burke's already carved a stake.

[thatmexisaurusrex]

All-New, All-Different Magazine Sneak Peek!

This fic is for the @sambuckylibrary's "Sports AU" prompt. This also counts as my N3 "Free Space" fill for the @allcapsbingo card. Read the AO3 Version here for the transcript as well and see all the pages I made for this magazine sneak peek as well as the text for it under the read more. Thank you @runzu for the beta and help on graphic design. Enjoy! 🥰

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