#tempeste

[noctographia]

“Sono attratta da chi porta tempeste dentro, ma sa amare come una carezza d’acqua.”

—noctographia.

[jayvikismylife]

I HAVE FOUND A NEW FANFICTION TO THROW AT YOU ALL.

It's The Song of Eventide by Tempeste on AO3.

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

As someone whose dealt with suicidal ideation for most of his life, this fanfic means a *lot* to me. It's one of the rare ones I've found that kind of nails what I feel Viktor's POV would be in the throes of his terminal condition. The bargaining with death, the quiet, bitter acceptance of something he *knows* is going to kill him eventually.

The whole concept is Viktor, leaving behind a small reputation he built for himself in Piltover as a meteorologist, flees his way to a small island outcropping just off the coast known as The Tower. The price is cheap (perhaps suspiciously so, seeing as the locals have their fair share of stories as to what happens to new denizens in the renovated lighthouse's walls) but Viktor buys it anyway, hoping it acts as some sort of balm in his final days.

That is, until he meets Jayce. Viktor was *not* expecting to encounter an actual, literal siren, and he's a bit beside himself. Cue really heart-felt rom-com vibes with a LOT of angst thrown in.

Please go read this one. I've recommended a few before, but this is one of my all-time favorites. The Viktor POV is everything i could hope for from a fanfic, and Jayce is *wonderful* in this. The fic doesn't beat around the bush when it comes to the topics it wants to drag out front and center.

Rating: Explicit (on-page)

Word Count At Time Of Posting: 39,842

Status: Ongoing (4/8 chapters, updated July 30th, 2025)

Relevant Tags: Alternate Universe, Astronomer Viktor, Siren Jayce, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Romance, Falling In Love, Slow Build, Mutual Pining, Smut

Smut Tags: Top Viktor, Bottom Jayce

OTHER RELEVANT WARNINGS: If you're sensitive to topics like suicidal ideation, thoughts of suicide, heavy angst, chronic illness or themes of death, this one may not be for you. Viktor *is* struggling during this fanfic, even if he gets considerably better as time goes on. Even Jayce has his fair share of hard stories to tell.

[ardes30]

🎶🌊🐬💙

Ci vorrebbe il mare

(Marco Masini)

Ci vorrebbe il mare che accarezza i piedi

Mentre si cammina verso un punto che non vedi

Ci vorrebbe il mare su questo cemento

Ci vorrebbe il sole col suo oro e col suo argento

E per questo amore, figlio di un'estate

Ci vorrebbe il sale per guarire le ferite

Dei sorrisi bianchi fra le labbra rosa

A contare stelle mentre il cielo si riposa

Ci vorrebbe il mare per andarci a fondo

Ora che mi lasci come un pacco per il mondo

Ci vorrebbe il mare con le sue tempeste

Che battesse ancora forte sulle tue finestre

Ci vorrebbe il mare sulla nostra vita

Che lasciasse fuori, come un fiore, le tue dita

Così che il tuo amore potrei cogliere e salvare

Ma per farlo ancora, giuro, ci vorrebbe il mare

Ci vorrebbe un mare dove naufragare

Come quelle strane storie di delfini che

Vanno a riva per morir vicini e non si sa perché

Come vorrei fare ancora, amore mio, con te

Ci vorrebbe il mare per andarci a fondo

Ora che mi lasci come un pacco per il mondo

Ci vorrebbe il mare con le sue tempeste

Che battesse ancora e forte sulle tue finestre

Ci vorrebbe il mare dove non c'è amore

Il mare in questo mondo da rifare

Ci vorrebbe il mare

Ci vorrebbe il mare

Ci vorrebbe il mare

Ci vorrebbe il mare

[licaonia]

♠️_Indecente,il vento mi sussurrava di carezze lievi come piume mentre io bramavo che diventassero raffiche e tempeste di piacere...

Buona sera 🖤🌹

©️Licaonia Lupe

[ragazzoarcano]

Parole giuste e abbracci riparano tempeste.

~

[johnwhowell]

Thursday - A Little Personal - Twiggy and Tempeste Outside.

“Twiggy. Look at all these delicious leaves.” “Oh no. Tempeste, you leave them alone.” “I’ll leave them alone. Alone with me in my mouth.” “You are going to get in so much trouble.” “Who’s going to know? Unless you tell.” “I’m not going to tell, but you know those aren’t good for you.” “Not good for me? Well, I think otherwise.” “Come up on this porch now.” “You sounded just like Mom.” “That…

Thursday - A Little Personal - Twiggy and Tempeste Outside.

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