HEAVEN SENT|HOLDING 8 Boys of Tommen next generation. Heaven Gibson was born into legacy. The daughter of Tommen royalty, she had everything-money, reputation, the perfect family name. But Heaven? She wanted none of it. Wild, sharp-tongued, and untouchable, she walks the halls of Tommen College with a cigarette in her hand and a chip on her shoulder. She's the girl your parents warned you about-and the one you still can't look away from. AJ Lynch was born into shadows. With a last name soaked in history and a future weighed down by expectation, he lives by discipline, control, and silence. The last thing he needs is a girl like Heaven Gibson. They've hated each other for as long as anyone can remember. Heaven thinks he's a judgmental snob. AJ thinks she's reckless and broken. But hate is a fine line. And lines were made to be crossed.

AJ Lynch. The golden boy of Tommen. Talented Hurler, Stable family. He has everything he wants, but he can't help but feel like something is missing. But when he meets Maddie Wilkinson. The quiet girl. Outcast and misunderstood, he feels he may have found the missing piece. But will they be able to be together, or will past family history separate them?

𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 is rugby's prophet, with the raw talent inherited from his Father and unbreakable strength from his Mother he's set to be the next best thing. He's had his whole life planned out for him and he's okay with that. Until a trauma ridden girl takes over his entire being. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 has recently moved back to Cork in hopes of starting fresh. Unlike Rory, Nessa embodies none of her parent's traits, and she takes pride in the fact. She wants to keep her head down and get through school so that she can go and pursue her dancing career. Until a bulldozing boy inserts himself into her life and refuses to let go.

Rory Kavanagh was fine until Maeve Gibson started dating his worst enemy. She's his best friend. She's not supposed to get under his skin like this. Now she's pulling away, and Rory can't stop watching, can't stop wanting. Something's off. Something's wrong. And he's running out of time to stop it.

Presented by Leah Williams This is a Boys of Tommen Fanfiction in which... Tadhg Lynch wants nothing to do with anyone or anything in Tommen. Now that he is famous for being "that kid from the burned down house" or even better, "the scab that weaseled his way into the Kavanagh manor" he can't stand the constant reminder of his old life. He just wants to forget, but all he can do is relive. Can one smooth talking and gorgeously vicious girl change his perspective? Leah Daly is her own worst enemy. Well, maybe quite up there on the rather lengthy list written in distasteful ink. Between balancing school and the impossible task of pleasing the only parental figure she has left, what happens if she's already drowning from carrying the weight of Atlas on her shoulders. Will one witty, stereotypical bad boy with the most ironically sweet eyes be able to pull her from the depths of her mind?

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,, 𝐒𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝 used to be naive. She grew up oblivious to her da's business, unable to name the smell that filled her house. All she knew was that he loved her. The first day of secondary school opened her twelve year old eyes, even if she wasn't aware. Her life became intertwined with older kids, exposing her to lifestyles filled with parties and secrets. 𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 was a rugby prodigy. He was raised with affection, warm meals and massages whenever he ached. Yet, he knew not to push too far. Overworking himself would only burn him out, taint his happiness and suck away his soul. He was naturally sporty and smart, meaning his options were endless. All he had to do was avoid the wrong path. 𝐎𝐑,, 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠. Constant bickering that blurred the line between hate and teasing. They existed on different sides of social lives, yet always found themselves talking to the other. Whether in chippies or deserted classrooms

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇,, 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐅𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧 doesn't want much- she's learnt not to expect it. Her dad's moved out and was replaced by her mam's new boyfriend. The youngest daughter sticks to herself at home, not muttering more than a 'hello' unless visitors are over. Then, they have to play happy families. It's an endless cycle of smiles and long sleeves. Everybody in her life has failed her. 𝐓𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐝 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡 is free. He's safe. With a warm bed, home-cooked meals and a nosy family checking if he's okay. Yet, part of him was still stuck in that house. Where the fire of arguments and fists always lingered. Insomnia had taken over his nights, leaving him to run on spite and energy drinks. Snappy and unapologetically himself, and the fights in school to prove it. 𝐎𝐑,, 𝐀 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐮𝐫𝐥𝐲 brought them together. Fiadh was on edge her whole first day at Tommen. She was used to being terrorised in school, so all she could do was wait for it to arrive. But, it didn't. All that appeared was the boy who sat next to her in Maths. He pulled her out the toilet queue and introduced her to his friends. Noticed the chocolate bar she was rustling in her pocket and asked if they could share it. From that day on, he picked up a hammer and broke down her walls. Revealing the bubbly, scared girl underneath. Will Tadhg be able to face his trauma in order to save her, or fall victim to her rehearsed lies?

Rory Kavanagh. My brother's best friend. The fella who's been in and out of our house since we were barely out of nappies-boots on the floor, toast crumbs everywhere, laughing loud enough to shake the walls. He's always just been Rory. Tyler's mate. Part of the furniture. When we were younger, I used to tag along after them like a shadow, thinking he was only half-human, half-superhero. Never thought much of it. But then I blinked, and we weren't kids anymore. He grew taller, broader, nicer somehow. And suddenly I was seeing him differently. Like, dangerously differently. Now I'm tutoring him-me, the nerdy one-trying to keep him from flunking his exams. Every week it's just us at his kitchen table, his notes ignored, him grinning across at me like he's in on some secret I'm too afraid to name. He's still Tyler's best friend. Still the one I shouldn't even be thinking about. Right? ...Right? ***** Tanna Biggs. Jaysus, she's something else. Always has been. Sweet, quiet, clever as anything. Used to follow me and Tyler around asking a thousand questions, and I'd roll my eyes, but truth be told, I never minded. She's grown up now though. And she's class. Proper gorgeous-the type of girl who doesn't even realise she is. Hair like sunlight, brown eyes that make you forget your own name, freckles she pretends to hate but I swear could start wars. She's small, soft-spoken, but she's sharper than anyone I know. She's meant to be helping me study, but half the time I've no idea what she's saying. I'm too busy watching her laugh, pushing her glasses up her nose, biting her lip when she's concentrating. I keep telling myself to cop on. She's my best friend's little sister. Off-limits. But every time she looks at me with those eyes, all shy and sure at once, I can't help thinking- maybe some rules are meant to be broken.

Everyone remembers the Lynch fire. Everyone remembers the bodies carried out. But no one remembers the boy left standing in the middle of it all. Tadhg Lynch isn't the golden Lynch boy. He isn't the baby who got shielded from the worst, or the oldest who carved a new life with a family of his own. He's the one in between. The one who saw everything, took the blows meant for his younger brothers, and carried scars no one wanted to look too closely at. Brave. Bold. Mouthy. A joker when he can manage it. And broken enough that nothing ever really sticks. Bethany Gibson is the girl who shouldn't have lived. She was three when the water took her under, when her father gave his life to save hers. She grew up in the shadow of grief, wrapped in the protection of a brother who bled for her in ways she only half understands. Sweet, funny, too kind for her own good-Bethany knows what it is to survive, but not yet what it means to live. When Bethany collides with Tadhg at Tommen, it's fire meeting oxygen-sharp words, sharp looks, a pull neither of them can shake. He's crude, cruel with his jokes, too much for anyone to handle. She's soft where he's jagged, sunshine where he's ash. He calls her Barbie. She calls him an arsehole. And somewhere between the laughs and the fights, they start to see the cracks in each other. But fixing what's shattered isn't simple. Not when trauma festers. Not when grief never loosens its grip. Not when love means putting your hands into the fire all over again. Funny. Raw. Heartbreaking. Fixing 9 is a story about the girl who wouldn't stop caring, the boy who didn't know how to be cared for, and the brutal, beautiful mess of trying to save each other when the world already tried to burn or drown you alive.

🎧 ୭ ₊ Hailey and AJ ˚. ᵎᵎ 🐇 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘫𝘰𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘰𝘪𝘧𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𓏲 ࣪₊♡𓂃 '𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦.'