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Did spending this week in a vineyard give me ideas for an AU where Anthony has inherited his father's vineyard, failing to keep everything going and Kate is a wine expert (or similar), just like her late father, who gets roped in by Violet to save the family business?

Maybe...

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I’m very curious about your vineyard AU!

I originally talked about it here (also called champagne AU), and since then it has gained a Words doc and it is somewhat outlined but I still haven't written much for it.

Obi-Wan is a winegrower who makes champagne form start to finish, he grows the vines, makes the champagne and sells it.

(Why champagne? Because that's what my grandparents did so I know more about it than about wine.)

In September (usually) the winegrowers hire workers for about a week or two to harvest the grape. (Where I worked they hire between 10 and 15 people for one week to harvest 4 hectares (almost 10 acres)), so here Anakin is a seasonal worker that comes back every year for the harvest, and year after year he and Obi-Wan fell in love.

I'm planning on doing 8 or 9 chapters: one for every day of the harvest during which they'll pine and flirt a lot then finally get together, and an epilogue (though I might shorten it, I'm not sure I have something interesting to add to every day, it's rather repetitive work to cut grapes all day lol)

Here's the only thing that I have actually written (unedited), which is the very beginning of the fic:

"It was almost that time of the year again: grape harvest. It was rather early this time, starting on the last day of august, but Anakin certainly wasn’t going to complain, an earlier harvest meant he would see Obi-Wan earlier. It had been almost a year since they had last seen each other (except for the few texts they exchanged to inform Anakin of the dates of the harvest, and to confirm that he would be there)(as if he would miss it for anything in the world). They could text each other during the year too, but Obi-Wan never did and Anakin was too worried he would find it annoying. Maybe he didn’t miss Anakin the way Anakin missed him. Maybe he didn’t count down each day until the next harvest. Or maybe he did, he was a winegrower after all, and the harvest was one of the most important part of the champagne making process, but he probably didn’t count down the days until he would see Anakin again.

Anakin wasn’t an idiot, he knew Obi-Wan liked him, as a friend, and as a good, reliable and efficient worker. But there was no way he loved Anakin. Although, in the last couple of years there had been moments where Anakin thought that maybe, just maybe, he might actually have the tiniest chance."

(From this wip tag game)

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

The week before she turned a quarter of a century Lena Luthor fell off the wagon in spectacular fashion, as only members of her family knew how. She remembered one drink and then she remembered waking up in hospital and everything hurting. The following weeks were a blur, until she was waking up alone in her room in rehab, sweating and crying and wishing she’d died.

Six weeks later and she was walking out of that same room, sunglasses perched on her head, having the day before been informed that she was being released despite being two weeks short of her court ordered stint.

She avoided the front desk, kept her head down and avoided all the other patients too. Coked up socialites, sex addicted athletes, pill-popping party goers, and the regular alcoholics such as herself. She was in esteemed company here and she couldn’t wait to turn her back on it. Veronica Sinclair, the only other patient she talked to, eyed her suspiciously as she walked down the hallway towards Doctor Olsen’s office.

Strictly speaking, Lena should just be gathering her meagre possession and leaving, but she felt she owed it to Doctor Olsen to say a proper goodbye.

Maybe even a thank you.

She was a large part of the reason Lena was leaving here determined to make it work this time. To not just leave here and find the nearest bar.

Okay, she was never actually going to do that. Alcoholic she might be, but she still had some class. She’d find an upscale bar and pay the staff to keep her plied and then to pile her into a car with tinted windows and never speak of the mess she’d made of her table or the bathroom.

She paused outside Doctor Olsen’s office, rubbed her hands down her jeans, nervous in the same way she used to be at school when she had to knock on her favourite teacher’s office door. She took a deep breath, steeling herself, Doctor Olsen was endlessly kind and had never, not once, made Lena feel stupid for her feelings or her thoughts.

“We all have ugly thoughts and emotions, Lena, you’re not alone in that. Having them doesn’t mean we have to act on them.”

“Repression it is. I have a lot practice in that field.”

Doctor Olsen laughed gently. “It’s not about repression, it’s about recognition.”

Recognition. Lena took ten breaths. She felt, scared. Worried. Anxious about what was waiting for her outside. And that was okay, those were normal feelings to have. She didn’t have to fight them. She didn’t have to let them control her.

She knocked on the door, a short sharp business-like rap of her knuckles against the heavy wood.

“Come in,” Doctor Olsen called from behind the door.

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Wade stares at him, looking the omega up and down with an amused grin. "Right," He says, "Some of us have work that needs to get done to make sure your property keeps running smooth"

“Right,” Peter agrees. “Like, paying attention to me. Who was here four minutes and thirty-six seconds ago.”

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