Year of the OTP is officially back for 2025 with a new set of prompts!
we've switched some of the prompt categories around in an effort to make the event more inclusive of all kinds of fanworks. we've also included song prompts this year! the playlist is on spotify here.
we want to give a huge thank you to everyone who participated in the last event - it grew so much larger than we ever expected and it's truly amazing how you all took our last set of prompts and made so many wonderful things. keep it up!
a couple housekeeping notes: we will not be reblogging every entry this year. mods will keep an eye on the blog if you have any questions, but the reblogs were too much last time. thank you for your understanding!
we will be closing the 2023 collection on December 31. thank you for your continued participation, but it's time to look forward!
the link for the new collection will be posted here January 1.
we're looking forward to seeing what you create this year!
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Year of the OTP 2025
The Rules: the Ao3 collection accepts any /-ship works inspired by a prompt from this sheet
The Challenge: make 12 works for one ship in one year, using prompts from each month
*you do not need to do the challenge to post to the AO3 collection, as long as you follow the rules*
January
first kiss ♦ “may I have this dance” ♦ sharing clothes ♦ BDSM AU ♦ stockholm syndrome ♦ Strong – One Direction
February
Valentine’s Day ♦ “it made me think of you” ♦ bed sharing ♦ multiple penetration ♦ mind control/mind break ♦ Like Real People Do – Hozier
March
fresh starts ♦ “what are you doing with that”♦ florist/tattoo artist ♦ phone sex ♦ major character death ♦ Take Care – Drake
April
pranks ♦ “right in front of my salad” ♦ running away together ♦ dom bottom/sub top ♦ raised to be a killer ♦ Drops of Jupiter – Train
May
hanahaki ♦ “we’re dating? since when?” ♦ body swap ♦ magical sex toys ♦ stalking ♦ Paper Rings – Taylor Swift
June
pride ♦ “I can’t get you out of my mind” ♦ relationship reveal ♦ unconventional sex positions ♦ paying a debt with your body ♦ Good Looking – Dixon Dallas
July
vacation together ♦ “I like my _ how I like my coffee” ♦ kidfic ♦ mutual masturbation ♦ dehumanization ♦ You May Be Right – Billy Joel
August
Sports AU ♦ “you’re thinking too much”♦ cooking together ♦ object insertion/ penetration ♦ becoming a monster ♦ You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC
September
high school/college sweethearts ♦ “come here” ♦ date night gone wrong ♦ semi-public sex ♦ abduction ♦ Thinking Bout You – Frank Ocean
October
costumes ♦ “boo” ♦ online dating ♦ shibari ♦ mutual non-con ♦ Mr. Brightside – The Killers
November
camping ♦ “are you sure” ♦ touch-starved ♦ cockwarming ♦ abusive relationship ♦ A Thousand Years – Christina Perri
December
holiday traditions ♦ “where are you taking me” ♦ bathing together ♦ food play ♦ tortured for information ♦ Everything Is Alright – Laura Shigihara
Silly little elementary school AU I’ve had rattling around in my brain, featuring social studies teacher Caleb Dume (because he’s a big NERD) and PE teacher Hera Syndulla.
Sabine is the kid lighting things on fire at the back of the classroom, Ezra keeps hiding frogs in his pockets during recess, Chopper is the mean office secretary, and Zeb is the lunch lady.
Year Of The OTP 2025 - August: Cooking Together
Taken from a scene in chapter 11 of my fanfic, Coming Around Again.
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One tray finished, he glanced aside again at Mallory.
He was so unreasonably tall, it always caught Alex off-guard. Alex was tall himself, but Mallory still towered over him. It might have been intimidating if not for how sweet and scrawny he was. Like a vine spiraling down the side of a house, impossibly long but so thin and almost even delicate. Right now, he was standing on his toes and leaning against the counter, carefully placing now-filled jars of preserves into a tall, boiling soup pot. Alex’s eyes followed the length of his body down, much like if he were trailing his gaze down the curves and twists of climbing ivy.
Mallory’s eyebrows were just slightly furrowed with concentration, teeth holding the tip of his tongue in place. He still used only his bare hands and the tongs as he worked, easing the jars into the scalding water with methodical precision. With his body stretched out even taller, there was a tiny flash of skin where his overalls hung low and the end of his shirt lifted up as he raised his arm up high.
Alex swallowed thickly, a filthy thought crossing his mind for half a second before he banished it unceremoniously. What a weird thing to think about another guy. Mallory might have been cute, but he was still another man.
‘Cute?’ What the hell? No, no, he wasn’t even cute. He was too tall to be normal: gangly and weak and just weird looking.
Yeah, that’s what it was. Alex was only staring because Mallory is a weird looking guy. That justification would have to suffice, despite knowing full well he had just imagined wrapping both of his hands around that small waist of his and sliding them down into his overalls.
Alex returned his attention to the cookies. This was nearly the last of the cookie dough, just a little bit more and he would be free. One spoon, then the other—
“Ouch!” Mallory hissed suddenly, retracting his hand away from the boiling pot.
“Are you okay?” Alex dropped the spoons from his hands and rushed to Mallory’s side without another thought, concern written all over his features. His large hands eclipsed Mallory’s, thumbs brushing over his skin as he inspected his hands for burns. Mallory found his cheeks burning hotter from the attention, realizing he hardly felt the pain in his hand anymore.
“It doesn’t look burned…” Alex remarked, standing so close that Mallory could feel his breath as he spoke. Between that and the heat of the kitchen, he felt like he could faint any moment.
“I think it was just the steam,” Mallory explained, his voice suddenly tiny.
“That’s why you should have put the oven mitts on,” Alex scolded.
“I know, I know,” Mallory replied bashfully.
Alex realized all of a sudden he didn’t want to let go. His thumbs ran over the sensitive skin a few more times, then they locked eyes with one another.
Time froze. It felt like a scene from a movie. One of those scenes where the two characters that had been arguing up until that point suddenly stop their bickering, breathing heavily as they look between each other’s eyes and lips. They lean in slowly, tilting their heads, and then—
“Anyway, just be more careful,” Alex said, turning back to the counter to resume making his cookies. His own cheeks were red and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest louder than ever.
