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we're happy to announce that we're back for another year! this challenge fostered some really amazing creations last year, so we thought we'd keep it going and set up another round!
what is this? for those that don't know, this is the bandom winter fest! it's an AI-free fic challenge created for those who want to participate in fic challenges/big bangs but don't necessarily love the timeline and/or don't have time to work on fics during the winter! this challenge does the opposite; posting is in the winter (hence the name of the challenge), so we work through the summer/fall! we welcome anyone and everyone to participate in this challenge, and we are all more than happy to see what everyone submits in the end!
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@juneofdoom
It is just his luck that Obi-Wan got bitten by a blood-feral rodent on Umbara and it is even more his luck that a certain lust for blood is now clinging to his every step too.
Luckily, his medics have already found a cure. Responsible they are, there are a few strings attached.
“General?”
Obi-Wan perks up from where he is slumped over on his meditation mat.
“Cody? What are you doing here?”
The Jedi looks beyond drained. The deep blue circles under his eyes aren’t really new, Cody has learned that fast and the hard way. Their general is a caffeine addict and a workaholic, and as much as Cody despises it, he won’t blame him for it.
What is new, however, is the more than pale, almost grey, complexion and his shimmering eyes, each iris glowing faintly red in the dim light. It makes a shiver run down Cody’s spine.
“Bacta thinks he found the antidote,” he explains. It was just their luck, during the last stretches of the Umbara campaign, they managed to stumble over some sort of blood drinking rodent that bit their General and transmitted him the same… condition.
It isn’t like Obi-Wan had gone absolutely feral, that seems to be a trait that luckily isn’t transmitted with the bite. Nevertheless, with a sudden, very eerie lust for blood, he had handed over the command to General Tiin, Commander Ven and Cody before locking himself inside his quarters as soon as they boarded the Negotiator.
“Thank the Force.” The Jedi releases a long held breath and immediately jumps up, making him stagger into Cody’s hold, weakly.
“Sir, respectfully, the medics have a reservation.”
Obi-Wan looks at him in confusion.
“What kind of reservation?”
Cody hesitates. He is about to shy away from this part of the conversation and maybe just lie to Bacta, but he is pretty sure that the medic would notice anyways. On top of that, he might put his Jedi’s life on the line with it and that is the last thing he wants.
“Bacta thinks that the retransformation of your digestive system will take a while, so you have to replenish your energy before he is willing to give the antidote to you.”
“I tried to meditate since we returned, Cody. To no avail, I regret. I’ll just have to be fine.”
Cody wants to facepalm, but you don’t do that in front of your general so instead he squeezes his eyes shut and suppressed a groan. Usually, Obi-Wan is less clueless. Not that he holds it against him, this is a foreign situation for all of them.
Cody pulls his bucket off and catches Obi-Wan’s gaze. “He wants you to drink blood,” he clarifies, seriously. “Which is what I am here for. As soon as you finish, they will get to work.”
He watches the gears in Obi-Wan’s head turn until the realization seems to hit him, judging by the mask of utter disbelief on his face.
“No. No, Cody, I can’t expect that of you.”
“You aren’t, Sir. I volunteered.”
“No. I can wait until we get to Coruscant,” he argues. “I appreciate your care and concern, Commander, but I cannot accept such an offer.”
Obi-Wan turns to stagger over to his bunk and Cody follows suit, just in case the Jedi decides to faceplant himself onto the floor.
“It’s not really an offer. Actually, anything but. It is your medic’s order. Wouldn’t want to anger Bacta, now, do we?”
It is foul play, but it is also THE life hack for every CO with a stubborn Jedi. Cody has to know because matters like this are hot topics whenever he is bitching with his batch over comms.
He has little clue what actually happens inside of the Jedi Temple, but almost all Jedi hold healers in high regard, and this thankfully does includes clone medics. A famous exception is General Skywalker who virtually seems to respect no one and apparently made it his life’s purpose to give Coric and Kix grey hair.
“I’m not sure that kind of decision falls within a medics line of work,” Obi-Wan notes and sinks onto the bunk, trying to melt himself into the thin mattress but it has little effect. Cody stands by the bunk, quietly.
“I’m confident in the knowledge that Bacta does not care about details like that,” Cody replies and picks up on the opportunity to remove his helmet.
Obi-Wan’s stubbornness falters and he leans against the wall. “Alright, I guess I will have to accept the conditions. But you have to tell me when I hurt you.” When… not if, Cody notes.
“I’ll shoot you before you can suck me dry,” Cody says, perfectly serious— but with a gentle smile nonetheless— and sits down next to the Jedi.
Obi-Wan sits up and leans against his shoulder. “That is a surprisingly comforting thought, Cody.”
“Just doing my job, Sir. I think the boys need both of us back alive.”
Obi-Wan huffs but relaxes a little so Cody will count it as a win.
“Bacta did some thinking and determined that biting should be our method of choice since it resembles the natural process,” he quotes the medic.
And Bacta told him that he will pump him full of a kark load of antibiotics and the same antidote after this because they don’t know if the general is infectious, like that Umbaran rodent, and apparently, human bites are pretty unhygienic in themselves.
Which is not something his Jedi needs to know so instead he takes off cuirass and piles the pieces neatly and efficiently on the floor.
“I’m curious about the thinking he did and yet I do not want to know any details… alright, where?” Obi-Wan asks.
Cody bares his neck at him. “Neck would be preferred due to the increased blood flow, meaning it will be over quicker”— he quotes their medic— "however, if you don’t feel comfortable with that, wrist will suffice.”
“Are you alright with me biting your neck, Cody?” The Jedi asks.
“More than alright, Sir. Whenever you are ready.” Again, he bares his neck to the smaller man.
Obi-Wan takes a deep breath, seemingly steels himself, although he seems to lightly tremble with excitement when he scoots closer to Cody. The Jedi pulls his legs under himself and wraps one arm around Cody’s back.
Obi-Wan breathes and his breath fans against Cody’s neck when he suddenly hauls his teeth into the other’s neck.
The skin breaks almost immediately, and Cody barely suppresses a painful wince. A burning shots through his neck, down his spine and right into his legs, making his muscles tense. He has to fight the urge to pull away from the Jedi and holds still instead.
The feeling lasts only a few short moments when suddenly, a blissful, all-consuming calm floods his body. The pain fades into the background fast.
Maker, hopefully he never finds a drug that feels this good. Cody exhales slowly and closes his eyes. Obi-Wan drinks eagerly but his hold on Cody’s is gently, his hand resting between the other’s shoulder blades and holding him upright.
Cody feels safe. And drugged out of his mind but that is beside the point.
They sit in silence while Obi-Wan drinks. He barely lets go off Cody to breath and if he does, he immediately latches back on, apparently starving.
Cody has no idea how much blood he has already given when his vision starts to cloud up. He feels dizzy, the same way he feels when he has one too many drinks on a night out.
He attempts to raise his free hand to Obi-Wan’s shoulder, his body feeling so very heavy that he barely manages. He squeezes the Jedi’s shoulder gently.
“General. I think you have to let me go,” he states but hesitates to push the Jedi away. Only if he doesn’t let go.
Obi-Wan swallows a few more mouthful of blood, panting heavily. Cody sluggishly runs his hand from his Jedi’s arm over his shoulder and to his neck, squeezing lightly.
The edges of his vision cloud and fade to black slowly. Suddenly, he can hear his own breathing very loudly.
As much as the blood fervour seems to have gripped Obi-Wan, now he immediately pulls himself away from Cody’s neck and helps the other slide down onto the mattress slowly.
Slowly, Cody’s vision clears up but it still keeps tumbling over so he lets his eyes slip shut. The sheets are nice and cool under his cheek and hands, but he cringes at the drops of blood that run down his neck and soak the edge of his blacks.
The mattress dips and just a moment later, a wet cloth is run over his neck, wiping away the sticky blood and cooling down his overheated skin.
“Cody?” The clouds lift a little from his mind, but Cody feels so drained that he only manages an acknowledging hum, hoping it will suffice as a sign of life for now.
Obi-Wan reciprocates his hum and presses the cloth over the twin wounds.
He nudges Cody to the side a little and the commander complies, lets himself be man-handled just a little, mostly because he is too weak to fight back. Obi-Wan already seems a little livelier and that reassures him in the best way. He lets himself relax.
Obi-Wan lies down next to him and they simply breath for a moment before Cody sluggishly lifts his comm to his mouth. He winces lowly at the pain. The muscles on the side of the bite are straining painfully against the movement.
He pings Bacta but he lacks any more energy to actually call him. The medic will probably come check on them soon.
“Thank you, Cody,” Obi-Wan says against his shoulder.
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This is a sci-fi au, Mairon/Halbrand is made a test subject by a scientist named Adar. This is him trying to remember how he got captured or did he volunteer
The first time the electricity had slammed into him he screamed and then he swore as he tore at the back of his neck (that seemed to be the source of the shocks). Then the pain came again and again, by the third round he was on the floor jerking violently trying to not think, trying to ignore the spikes going through his whole body. It made him all the more angry that he had agreed to this, he had said he would be…Adar’s test case, his subject. He had a reason to do it, he knew that.
Between here and the AO3 collection, I’ve added 56 usernames to the stat spreadsheet I keep! Some might be duplicates because not everyone links their Tumblr and AO3 accounts (and I can’t keep every story and fandom straight), but that’s still more participants than I had in all of 2023 when I first started this!
“Stay down” is the popular one so far today, and 3 of you have used the alternate prompt, Bedridden!
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