Tadgh Lynch x Fmaoc IN WHICH VICTORIA GIBSON moves to Cork after an accident that led to the death of her twin brother, Kaden. Victoria doesn't know who she is anymore. Moving to Cork was supposed to help a new slate- but all it's done is remind her that she is without her other half, her family. She feels lost until she bumps into a blonde that turns her world upside down. IN WHICH TADGH LYNCH the hot heated hurler from Tommen -is still haunted by the memories of his father. Everyone seems to have moved on and found someone to rely on. But Tadgh is alone. He's overwhelmed by anger, fighting every day not to become what he fears the most. Then one bad day turns worse. One swing of his Hurley stick -meant for the air, not a person- hits a green-eyed girl right in the head.

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.

IN WHICH: TADHG LYNCH X LEAH DALY "You always were two steps ahead of everyone. We'd walk behind while you would run. And the years have proved to offer nothing since you moved. Now you're long gone, and I can't move on, and I miss you." - Missing, No Mercy "Shut up, Lynch." "Shutting up, Daly." Started: June 5th, 2025 Finished: March 25th, 2026 word count: ≈150k words ‼️ I'VE WRITTEN "TADGH" INSTEAD OF "TADHG" THROUGHOUT ACT 1 AND ACT 2 I'M SORRY

"𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐦 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐫, 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕....𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬....𝐢 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐝." ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ | ʙᴀᴅ ɪᴅᴇᴀ ʀɪɢʜᴛ? ⋆⭒˚.⋆⋅˚₊‧ ࣪ ☘︎ ༄ ˚.⋆⋅˚

Charalotte Biggs and Johnny Kavanagh were the perfect couple, until they weren't. With lies, rumours and fear keeping the two apart, can the invisible string between them bring them back together or will it snap, finally realising the two from each other? Trigger warning: Violence, physical assault, PTSD, panic attacks, sexual assault Boys of Tommen Fanfic OC x JOHNNY KAVANGH

Faith Gibson is Gerard Gibson twin where one went the other wasn't far behind. After the death of their father and baby sister it broke both of them but mark is what almost sent them over the edge. Years later now in 5th year Gibsie is the bubbly goofy twin who makes everyone laugh while Faith is the quiet and sad twin who know as a scary secret when she returns to tommen. ---------------------- Patrick feely has loved Faith Gibson since the first Met. He liked how quiet she was and how she didn't include her still in the drama. But when Faith stopped going to tommen and comes back months later with her eyes looking even more dimmed then before he tried to find out why.

Rory Kavanagh. The best rugby player Tommen has ever seen-well, besides his da, obviously. Johnny Kavanagh. The Johnny Kavanagh. Our parents are basically joint at the hip, best mates since they were kids. And naturally, me and Rory just... became mates too. That's the deal. That's what we said we'd be. Friends. Right? Friends. But like-come on. Have you seen him? His abs? That man has a six-pack like he's sculpted from marble. His hair? Brown and silky, like-like a shampoo ad or somethin'. And those eyes? The kind of blue that makes you forget your own name. I swear to God, I'm not even being dramatic. So yeah... maybe I've a teeny, tiny, miniscule crush on him. Can you blame me? No. No, you can't. I won't hear it. But I'm not saying a thing. No way. What if he just laughs? That'd kill me. So for now, I'll just pretend I don't stare at him for longer than is normal when he talks. For now, it's just friendship. Grand. ...But what if he does feel the same? *** Bethany Gibson. Jaysus. She's been my best friend since we were in playschool, like actually since nappies. She's pure chaos-loud, mad, always in trouble for something-but I wouldn't change a thing about her. Not one thing. She's class. Gorgeous too. Not just like "oh she's grand," no-proper gorgeous. Her blonde curls bounce when she laughs, and I swear it's like the sun's just following her around. Her eyes? Silver. Like not even grey-silver, like a flipping fairy or something. Every time she looks at me, I forget what I was saying. Which is not ideal when you're trying to seem normal, right? I've fancied her since I was about seven. Maybe six. But what am I supposed to do? Tell her? What if she just laughs and goes, "Ah you're gas," and then pats me on the head like I'm some lost puppy? I'd actually evaporate from shame. But then again... what if she does like me back? What if all this time I was too scared to see it?

Violet Kavanagh had one single goal in this life: to become a professional figure skater and win an Olympic medal. Growing up in the shadow of her older brother Johnny Kavanagh, a future rugby star, she always felt the need to push herself twice as hard to earn her own merits-leaving behind scars and deeply buried secrets in the process. ⸻ Gerard Gibson, number 7, a broken soul hidden within the body of a cheerful young man, full of mischief and trouble. His life was a constant battle with the demons that haunted his mind. ⸻ She was the little sister of his best friend-off limits. But their paths are irrevocably bound in this story full of experiences, trauma, and love. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Gerard Gibson x Fem OC