Hoperai Events

Periodic reminders that Hope and Light are perfect.

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Oh.

I'm not hosting, but Hoperai Week 2026 is running from March 1st - March 7th.

[hoperaievent]

Thank you for participating!

The Hopurai Year's End Fête has come to a close. Thank you to everyone who drew, wrote, edited, or simply enjoyed. The AO3 collection will remain open for another 24 hours (approximately).

Please enjoy this commissioned piece drawn by JemuelArts. Stay warm (or cool), everyone. 🩷🤍

[comeonlight]

For my third HLFETE snippet, I actually wrote a scene of Hope speaking with Serah. (XIII-2 Party Member Hope AU)

Swear On Steel has now been posted to the Hopurai Year's End Fête Collection.

I also pasted it below the cut since it's < 900 words lol

Swear On Steel

Hope had asked for three separate rooms for the night, which, like anything else, hotel staff were happy to provide. A little too happy in his opinion; the three rooms were so high up that they overlooked just about the entirety of Academia, and the air itself was a little thinner. But it was quiet, at least. Serah and Noel would rest well. Hope thought as much until he walked out onto the balcony to think, and spotted Serah doing something similar.

She had Lightning’s knife in her hand, closed. And then open. The blade gleamed with the light shining up from the city below. And then Serah pushed it back into its closed position. Hope hesitated on whether to call out to her, but she noticed him in seconds regardless.

“Hey, Hope. Can’t sleep?”

That was a question Hope had a hard time answering as of late. His body had no idea what time it was, nor did his brain in some cases. He also had a habit of working until his body decided it was tired, with little consideration for whatever the clock read. Fighting monsters and resolving paradoxes had taken its toll, though; he shouldn’t have too much trouble resting as long as he could quiet his mind. “I’ll get there. What about you, Serah?”

Serah leaned against the railing of her balcony. “Same boat. I was reorganizing some items and, well.” She held up the knife. “It’s a lot sometimes. I got my sister this knife to keep her safe, but...”

A storm of guilt swept through Hope’s heart. He knew the knife’s origins, but to hear it from Serah’s lips made his stomach sink. The image of Snow’s face as a boy blinded by rage prepared to strike him down had seared itself into his mind’s eye. 

They stood in silence for a lengthy moment, each steeped in thought until Hope’s shame could no longer be contained.

“Serah, did Snow tell you about what happened? What I did with that knife?”

Serah placed her hands behind her back. Hope couldn’t read her face. Knowing her, she didn’t resent him. He braced for her wrath anyway.

“You were a kid, Hope. If it were me, who’s to say I wouldn’t have done something similar?”

Hope doubted that heavily, but he said nothing of it. Instead, he told Serah the part of the story Snow wasn’t conscious for.

“When I gave that knife back to Light, we made a promise to keep each other safe.” He did what little he could to hide the displeasure on his face, but he was sure it showed anyway. “But I didn’t. I couldn’t. She’s still out there fighting alone.”

“Not alone,” Serah said with an edge of sternness. “You and me, Snow, and Noel. All of us are working together with Lightning. And when that work’s done, we’ll see her again.”

The words were of little comfort, but Hope was grateful nonetheless. He offered a smile. “Thank you, Serah.”

Serah smiled back. “Any time. Even ‘Hope’ needs cheering up sometimes.”

She was absolutely right. Hope had nearly forgotten what it was like to rely on friends. He wasn’t alone; he never had been. At the very least, Lightning was watching his back, even if it was from somewhere he couldn’t reach.

“Hey, Hope?”

“Yes?” Revitalized by Serah’s words, Hope was happy to answer any question she had for him.

“Do you love my sister?”

Except maybe that.

Hope rested his forearms on the rail and interlocked his fingers. “It seems strange, doesn’t it?”

Deep down, Hope was relieved to hear Serah’s nonchalant reply: “Not really. You two went through a lot together.” She sighed. “When you gave this back to me, I could see in your eyes how much she means to you. It still shows.”

As much as he planned, built, and fought for a better future, Hope frequently reflected on the past—it was a vice some days, a virtue others. He reminisced upon his journey, Lightning’s determination and kindness, their fireside conversations, her smile, the hope she implored him to find. “She saved me.”

Serah seemed to do some reminiscing of her own, or at least a bit of contemplation. She looked up at the stars that managed to pierce the supercity’s luminous veil. Over the centuries, people had taken to wishing on comets, but none shot through the sky tonight. That was fine; wishes didn’t change fate or futures. Their will, their hands would do that.

“From everything I’ve heard, you really saved her, too.” Serah gave Hope a quick, scrutinizing lookover. “I don’t trust just anyone with my big sister, you know. So when all this is over, you’d better take care of her.” She smiled sweetly, but extended the blade of the safety knife one more time.

As far as Hope was concerned, a blessing with a threat was still a blessing. That, and he’d always intended to do as Serah had asked. He placed a hand over his chest and assured her of his intentions.

“I swear it on my soul.”

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Hopurai comics I drew before.

#FF13 The Cure-All - ppnt690のマンガ #漫画 #ホプライ #LRFF13 - pixiv

Hope x Lightning

#ホプライ Wish to protect you - ppnt690のマンガ #漫画 #ライトニング #ホープ・エストハイム - pixiv

I drew almost two years ago this comic only in Japanese and I re-made it in 2025.At that time&#44; I

#FF13 再会への旅路（English） - ppnt690のマンガ #漫画 #ホプライ #ライトニング - pixiv

This is the English ver. of 再会の旅路（https://www.pixiv.net/artworks/129290609）The title of this comic i

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I'm celebrating the Year end Hopurai Fêtê.

[hoperaievent]

The Hopurai Year's End Fête Has Begun!

For those who wish to post to AO3, the collection is now open.

Please see the announcement post for more details.

[hoperaievent]

Announcing the Hopurai Year's End Fête!

The clock is winding down for 2025, and what better way to close out the year than with a celebration of the ship that keeps giving?

When: December 12th - December 14th, 2025

Where: Tumblr will serve as the hub, but the event has been announced on Bluesky and Twitter as well. Feel free to post on your preferred platform(s).

Details: Fanfiction, art, video/edits, analysis, etc. surrounding the pair are welcome. Any and all fans are invited to participate as much or as little as they like. This is designed as a "low commitment" event, what with the holiday season and all.

If you wish to tag your works for the event, please use #HLFETE

Likewise, if you wish to put your work in the AO3 collection, the collection will be open for the duration of the event (and then some).

Restrictions:

No AI-generated works

This is not a prompt-based event, but if you'd like some inspiration, here are a few words that may spur something:

"Act of True Love"

"Time"

"Celebration"

"Modern"

"Cozy"

"Miracles"

"Decision"

Let's all have a jolly time. ⭐

[hoperaievent]

Interest Check ~ HopeLight Weekend Fest (Name/Theme Pending)

It's been 4,000 years. Hello.

Would any active hopurai enjoyers be so kind as to interact with this post? I'm considering the idea of a small-scale ship event during which we'd post short stories, drawings, edits/GMVs, and the like.

Would something like that interest you? How much prep time would you need? This would be a casual, weekend event.

Please let me know your thoughts.

[vbanditkeith-blog]

@hoperaievent Day Three - Fireworks

In french! Just wanted to try.

La sensation de l'herbe était on-ne-peut-plus comfortable. Un autre verre de vin, et Hope pourrait s'endormir, blotti contre la couette - et contre sa chère et tendre.

Il releva les yeux vers le ciel, contemplant le spectacle que lui offrait les étoiles, méditant sur l'univers, et sur le parcours pour le moins ésotérique qui les avait conduit jusque là.

« Hope, à quoi est-tu en train de penser ? » lui demanda Lightning.

Il réflechit pendant une minute. Difficile de résumer ses pensées, car celles-ci allaient de leur rencontre initiale à leur mariage, en passant par la défaite d'un dieu et la fin d'un monde.

« Eh bien… » dit-il en s'emparant de son poignet, « il semblerait que j'ai encore du mal, encore maintenant, à réaliser la chance que nous avons eu… », lui pris la main, « la chance que j'ai eu » termina-t-il en la fixant dans les yeux.

Elle se pencha pour l'embrasser, lui frôlant les lèvres à peine « Tout le monde a le droit à sa Fin Heureuse »

Il sourit. Quoi qu'elle en pense, il se considérait au fond de lui la personne la plus chanceuse de leur nouvelle planète.

« Oui, en retrospective… Tout s'est bien passé. Pour nous tous. » Il grimaça, repensant à leur situation parentale, mais il semblerait que Lightning n'y ait pas porté attention.

« Si on m'avait dit, il y a mille ans, que je finirais avec la femme de mes rêves ..? »

Elle rigola. « Ben voyons. Et si on m'avait dit que le jeune qui restait dans mes jupons, effrayé de tout, finirait plusieurs siècles plus tard par demander ma main ? Et qu'à la place d'avoir sa revanche sur Snow, il deviendrait son beau-frère ? »

Hope se laissa retombé, heureux in fine mais honteux des… Différentes étapes émotionnelles… Traversés durant leur épopée.

« Oui, c'est sûr – il me manquait beaucoup de maturité. Heureusement que j'avais un très bon exemple ». Un petit rire s'échappa de sa gorge. « Enfin, j'ai fait des efforts pour toi ! Devenir Directeur de l'Académie, par exemple… »

« Hope… Je te connais un peu trop bien, tu sais ? Je n'ai *aucun* doute sur ta sincérité » - elle toussa - « mais je pense que la survie de tout ce dont tu tiens à comptait plus pendant ta période à l'Académie ! »

Hope se figea. Il n'avait pas… Tout dit à Lightning. Elle ne savait pas pour le fantôme rose. Il n'avait jamais eu le courage d'adresser le problème.

Tout du moins… C'est ce qu'il pensait. Hope faisait souvent des cauchemards, pendant lesquels il parlait en charabia - mais elle pouvait toujours entendre à travers les incohérences, ses complaintes qui implorait la Rose d'arrêter de le torturer.

Elle avait fini par (presque) torturer Snow pour le forcer à avouer la vérité, et il avait tout avoué ; tout en lui faisant promettre de ne pas en vouloir à Hope.

Elle comprenait. Elle n'était pas la personne qui se confiait le plus elle-même, et elle savait que Hope avait promi de la protéger.

Mais pendant que le couple se préocuppait du passé, un feu d'artifice, célébrant la première année passée, interrompu leurs longues pensées moroses.

« Hope ? »

« Oui ? »

« Merci », termina-t'elle en l'embrassant.

[tensai-shoujo]

Here’s my contribution to Hoperai Week: Sailing Song by GAL!

You can find this scanlation over at my community, The Light of Hope. Be sure to carefully read the rules if you’re joining.

[hehaihohum]

Teachers AU - bonus 3

Also @hoperaievent Day 5 - Rain

[hoperaievent]

The Hoperai Summer Festival Has Concluded!

Thank you to everyone who contributed and long live the OTP. The AO3 collection will remain open for submissions for a few more days. Likewise, feel free to tag any late submissions here on tumblr. (We're always thirsty for content. 👀)

[pandaxcrepes]

Trust Issues

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@hoperaievent Day Five - Sun

basically a direct continuation to the really long mermaid fic

The first time Hope put his head underwater after his mother had drowned at sea, his initial panic had given way to the utter silence.

He’d been at a pool party for some old college friend – he couldn’t remember their name anymore – and while he’d been reluctant to go, Noel had convinced him to just come and hang out. It’d been nice at first, but then some jerk started pulling unsuspecting people into the pool and he’d been foolish enough to be sitting on the edge.

Even though there were a ton of people there, Hope remembered nothing but the whoosh of water past his ears. The muffled screams and chatter of everyone above him seemed farther away than he could ever imagine. It was peaceful, in its own weird way.

Maybe that was how Nora had felt when she went overboard – enveloped in a blissful silence. If a pool was so quiet, he could only imagine the ocean was as well, especially in its vastness.

But now that everything was different, Hope wondered how he could have possibly thought the sea carried silence. Everything was a song, tiny parts that all came together to be part of something much bigger.

And now he was a part of the long song.

Keep reading

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Hoperai SuFe Day 4: Camping

@hoperaievent I introduce to you the stupidest oneshot I’ve ever written…

“Light?”

“Grnh…”

“Light, please..”

“Go to sleep, Hope..” the rosette said grumpily, a hint of annoyance to her voice.

“C'mon Light.. please.”

His continued pleas had gotten the better of her. She rolled over on her sleeping bag, facing the silverine. She sleepily opened her eyes amidst the grueling exhaustion. What on Earth did her husband want from her at this time of the night?

“What is it Hope?”

“I..I need to go..”

“Go? Go where?" 

"You know..” His eyes gestured downwards.

“Oh.. oh..” She sighed internally. She totally knew what he was going to ask next.

“Sweetie please, I need you to-”

“No,” she said bluntly. She buried her head back into the thin pillows of her sleeping bag.

“But Light..”

“I’m sure you can go yourself Hope,” she replied, her voice muffled by her sleeping bag.

“I.. I can’t.”

An audible sigh escaped her lips. She rubbed the bridge of her nose, trying to calm herself. “Mind telling me why, Hope honey?”

He stayed silent for a moment, his emerald eyes avoiding her gaze once she turned her head to face him. 

If he wasn’t going to tell her anything, then she’d just have to figure out the mystery herself. There had to be something causing him to be like this-

“Wait..” It was a hunch, but there was no other reasonable explanation than this.. “Don’t tell me you’re scared to go outside because of Snow’s story?”

Even in the low light of the tent, she could see the mad blush forming on her husband’s cheeks - which just confirmed her hunch..

“You actually believe that stuff he said?”

“Well.. I mean-”

“Hope you’re a grown man. Fang and Noel were literally laughing throughout the entire thing..” She couldn’t believe that Hope Estheim, former leader of humanity, was afraid of some campfire horror story…

“Ok, so what if there aren’t any ghosts then? There’s still the wildlife out there and I could sure use someone to have my back.”

“Gosh, Hope.. you’ve fought literal gods and behemoths and you’re scared of wild animals?”

“C'mon Light, please!” he pleaded. “I really need to go, and besides, didn’t you tell me that you’d guard the rear?”

“Hope, when I said I’d guard the rear I didn’t mean following you to go take a piss.”

“C'mon Light.. pleaaase.” He pleaded on like a little kid begging his parents for candy.

“Ugh, fine. Let’s go.” She had to give in, lest she wanted to hear him plead for the rest of the night - or piss his pants. Anything but that..

They made their way out of the cramped tent, greeted by the pitch black darkness of the night and the chirping of the crickets. Hope switched on the flashlight, leading the way to a tree stump that was quite a distance from the campsite.

“I’ll try to be fast." 

She turned away out of decency, hearing the sound of a zipper opening, and soon he was answering nature’s call..

"Oh don’t worry, honey. I’ll be here to watch your back." 

The sting of her sarcasm really did hit a little bit too close to home..

He sighed as he finally finished his biological duty. "Alright, let’s get-”

Rustle~

His eyes widened, his heart thumping in his chest. The rustling in the bush sounded very audible even with the loud chirping of the crickets.

“Light, d-did you hear that?”

“I sure did Hope..”

The rustling only grew louder. If this was really a wild animal, then all they had to defend themselves were a flashlight and their fists - which meant they would be screwed. And as luck would have it, the flashlight began to flicker before dying out entirely. Shit..

“Light.. if this is a wild animal-”

“Then I sure hope you can still pull a boomerang out of your ass..”

Soon, the rustling was starting to get a lot louder and a lot nearer as well. They were too loud to be just some little creature..

Suddenly, from among the bushes, a dark figure stood up, towering over the both of them. It let out a bellowing and bone-chilling growl. It was a good thing he’d peed just now..

Without even a moment’s hesitation, Lightning threw a punch straight at the dark figure, hitting it smack dab in the face, or what appeared to be its face. It was pitch black after all.

“Ow!”

That voice.. it sounded all too familiar.. The flashlight conveniently flickered back on, its bright light finally revealing the ‘figure’ shrouded in darkness.

“Snow..”

“You idiot!”

Lightning quickly went to help the blonde-haired giant up from the ground. Oh, that punch sure was going to leave a mark on his cheek, that was a guarantee. 

“Ow..,” he groaned in pain.

“What the hell were you thinking sneaking up on us like that?,” Lightning scolded.

“I just so happened to want to pee as well, and then I spotted you two. So I thought it’d be funny..”

She sighed. “You’re lucky I didn’t beat the shit out of you..”

Hope sighed in relief, mostly because it wasn’t a wild animal after all - just his dumb-headed brother-in-law - but also because it wasn’t a ghost.. 

The three of them returned to their tents. They’d do all the explaining to the rest of the gang once the Sun came up in the morning. But for now, Lightning plopped back down onto her sleeping bag, letting her sleep take her off into dreamland.

“Hey, Light..”

'Ugh.. what now?’ she groaned to herself.

“I just wanna say thank you.. for following me just now.” His voice was sincere, no hint of sarcasm or humour apparent.

She flipped her body to face him, his emerald eyes holding that sincere look that she’d expected from him.

“It’s just as you said Hope. You just keep your eyes front..”

“And you’ll watch the rear..”

Perhaps even in stupid situations like these, she’d always have his back, and he’d always have hers.