Caden Holland. Honest to God - if trouble had a face, it'd be his. Always arguing. Always correcting. Like he's convinced he's the smartest lad in the room, even when he's talking pure shite. He's got those eyes - dark, quiet, watching everything but never giving anything back. You'd swear he's judging you for breathing wrong. And people talk, don't they? Junkie. Dealer. Bad news. All whispered, but loud enough so you know exactly who they're on about. So I've promised myself one thing: stay away. No smiles. No chats. No pity. Because lads like him drag storms behind them - and you don't even realise you're drowning until you're already under. He's dangerous. Not the loud, show-off kind. The quiet kind. The kind that makes you feel seen and threatened all at once. And I swear on my life - I'm not getting pulled into whatever darkness follows Caden Holland around. *** Mallory Lynch. The name alone sits wrong in my mouth, like something sour. Daughter of the man who put my da behind bars - that's what I was raised on. Fact, not feeling. She doesn't look like danger. That's the trick. She laughs too easily, tilts her head when she listens, pretends she doesn't see the way rooms shift when she walks in. There's a crack in her somewhere. You can hear it if you listen past the cool-girl act. A quiet panic. Secrets rattling around behind her ribs. My plan? Simple. Keep my head. Stay patient. People like her eventually show you who they really are. And when she does - when the truth cracks wide open - I'll be there to watch the Lynch name drop lower than ours ever did. Not out of anger. Out of balance. Because Mallory Lynch smiles like she has nothing to hide - and I know for a fact she's hiding everything.

AJ Lynch has always relied on sports and family that was it for him, but he's always kept his eye on one girl but she never seemed to notice him. Bridget Campbell never really cared about friends only her ones from BCS all she cared about what her four brothers, but when them three cousins came in her life everything changed.

Tadhg Lynch wasn't a troubled kid, trouble just seemed to follow him. He wasn't violent either, it was just in his DNA. Following the death of his parents and his new life at Tommen College, Tadhg meets Niamh. A boy meets a girl. A girl who might just be as messed up as he is. Niamh Quinn's struggled to find peace for years, her relationship with her stepfather is strained. She's been so used to feeling used. But then she meets a boy, a sarcastic boy with scars and an attitude. Perhaps she will finally find love and comfort.

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.

💌,,But if you'd hold me without hurting me, you'd be the first who ever did''. 💌 Seventeen-year-old Tadgh Lynch finally has what he's always longed for-a safe home, a loving family, and a chance to start over. But beneath his confident smirk and the tough-boy facade lies a heart weighed down by secrets and scars he's never dared to show. What if he's not as unshakable as everyone thinks? What if he's just waiting for someone to truly see him? Fifteen-year-old Scarlett Boyle has spent her life hiding behind sharp wit and bright laughter, masking the pain she's carried for far too long. She's a fighter, a survivor-but what happens when someone looks past the jokes and sees the broken pieces beneath? In a world that's tried to tear them apart, Tadgh and Scarlett find something rare and beautiful in each other-a love that doesn't just mend what's broken but celebrates the cracks. This is the story of two wounded hearts learning to trust, to heal, and to fall-completely, tenderly, irrevocably-in love.

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?