Brian O'Neill. The coldest fella Tommen's has ever seen-or so they say. And I get it. He walks down the halls like he owns the place, never says much unless he has to, face like it's carved out of marble, always unreadable. He's like a winter prince-untouchable, a bit terrifying, and way too beautiful to be real. But he's mine. He's my boyfriend. He makes my heart beat like a bloody war drum every time he so much as looks at me with that stormy gaze of his. Protective to a fault. He'd burn the whole world down if it meant keeping his siblings safe. They're everything to him-his whole bleeding heart, even if he acts like he hasn't got one. And he fights. Not schoolyard scuffles. Not rugby scraps. I'm talking about underground, illegal fights. The kind you don't talk about. The kind you pray he walks away from. *** Daisy Biggs. If sunshine had a body and a runway walk, it'd be her. She's Ireland's it girl-covers of magazines, Vogue campaigns, CHANEL deals before she was even out of third year. Everyone knows her name. Every girl wants to be her, and every lad stares a bit too long when she walks past. But she's mine. She's my girlfriend. Yeah-me. The cold bastard with blood on his knuckles and bruises under his hoodie. I don't know how I pulled her, honest to God. Maybe 'cause she sees something in me no one else bothers to look for. But we keep it quiet. No one at Tommen's knows. Can't risk the papers finding out, or the other students. She's soft with me. Gentle in a way that makes me forget I've got cuts across my ribs or a busted lip. When I show up to her place, bleeding or shaking or just not right in the head after a fight, she never freaks. She just pulls me in, cleans me up, and wraps her arms around me like I'm something worth saving. I know she hates the fights. Hates what they do to me. Hates what I have to do to win. But what am I supposed to do? When you've got a da who treats you like a weapon, you learn real quick that choices are a luxury.

Kayleigh Gallagher had always been a girl full of life toward everyone - always cheerful, always able to make anyone laugh. Everything changes for her the moment she moves to Dublin and her family falls apart, something that transforms her forever. ⸻ Johnny Kavanagh was Ireland's next rising young star, dedicating every moment of his life to becoming the best, leaving no time for distractions or love. But along the way come injuries, doubts, and uncertainty. His life takes a turn when they meet through mutual friends, and each of them begins to step into the other's world, healing old wounds and becoming the support the other needs. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Johnny Kavanagh x Fem OC

𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 wasn't broken, but he'd never been fixed, he was just simply pieces of glass, scattered, left, done and dusted. As everyone moved on in their lives? Shannon with Johnny? Joey with Aoife and AJ. Ollie and Sean too young to comprehend. But Tadhg wasn't. He was stuck in the middle, a maze of his own feelings. Trapped in his own mind. He knew there was something wrong. He felt different, his mind wasn't mapped like everyone else's... Perhaps it was his past, the fire that burnt him to ash? None of his siblings knew of his position though. And that burnt more than any fire. ❝𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖...❞ 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆, perfect, glass child. With her older sisters being prominent, Caoimhes death and Lizzie's struggles, she strived to become the best. As Lizzie broke down regularly Isabella aced tests just so her mother and father didn't have to bat an eye. But beneath the surface she was as cold as ice. She needed attention, yearned for it. And no one would give it to her. Of course she adored her older sister but what would it take for a well done? Too much? Too little? What else could she do. She may have escaped the claws of Mark Allen, but something else had already grasped her. And there wasn't any getting out. ❝𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒆, 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓.❞ When two souls collide, perhaps not of the same situation but with a mutual understanding, perhaps they can mend eachother, when thought it ought to never be fixed. But who can tell? Who can 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒖𝒑𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓?

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.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 of 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐀𝐉 & 𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲) AJ fucking Lynch. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. And the pain in my hole that hasn't left me the fuck alone since I joined this school filled with other-equally narcissistic-entitled, arrogant pricks. How was I supposed to know those tires were his? But honestly, he's like a rock in my shoe, small enough to ignore, yet always biting you in the ass until you ultimately go insane. He's a Lynch. The golden boy, the charmer, and the kind of guy every parent dreams of for their kid. Fairytale perfect, right? Wrong. Because here's the thing: AJ fucking Lynch is no knight. And I'm no princess. What I did to his car? Yeah, he asked for it. How dare he make my life a living fucking hell; the one place where I thought I was safe. What's the saying again? Ah yes, payback's a bitch, Lynch. And luckily for you, we do things differently on my side of the river. ♱ Izzy fucking Holland. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧. And the girl who caused my ultimate fall from grace. Call me exaggerated, I don't give a flying fuck. I want revenge, and she's my one way ticket to satisfying my insatiable hunger for it. I had a life, man. A fucking perfect one-that is, until the accident. Perfect captaincy, perfect grades, and a bloody perfect girlfriend. Now, I have nothing but headaches and a thirst for vengeance. All because of her. She's a Holland. That's what they do, right? Catch you off guard and tear the rug from under your feet so you fall into a bloody fucking death trap. But two can play that game. Let's get one thing straight: I don't want Izzy fucking Holland, or anything to do with her. I just wanna steal from her, you know? A little karma for how she ruined my life. And she'll fall. Because I always get what I want.

Katie Wilmot already has enough problems. Patrick Feely has plenty of his own. Between family expectations, secrets, and the weight they're both carrying, neither of them is looking for another complication. Especially not each other. Especially not when Katie is already with someone else. His best friend. And Patrick already has a line he swore he'd never cross. And that was the problem from the start.

Joey Lynch doesn't have time for Tommen girls. Not when he's got four younger siblings hanging off him, a father who treats his face like a punching bag, and a dealer waiting for his money. His school uniform smells like smoke, his knuckles are always split, and he's got a short fuse and a long list of people he doesn't like. Life's a grind, home's a warzone, and feelings? Not on the menu. Then she opens her mouth. Preslee O'Connor. Tommen royalty. Rich girl. Sharp-tongued, well-dressed, drunk off her arse and stumbling outside Biddie's bar like she owns the street. He should ignore her. He wants to. But then she talks. And she's smug. And rude. And annoying as f*ck. And now he's stuck with a walking headache in lip gloss and designer boots. She thinks he's scum. He thinks she's a spoiled brat. They're both right. They fight like it's foreplay. They argue like it's oxygen. And somewhere between the insults, the eye rolls, and the 'accidental' run-ins, something starts to shift. Something dangerous. Something real. But this isn't some sweet, enemies-to-lovers, kiss-in-the-rain bullshit. This is secret glances in crowded hallways. Swearing across pub carparks. Biting, bleeding, pretending you don't care when you do. It's everything messy, unspoken, and off-limits. Because Joey Lynch doesn't get good things. And Preslee O'Connor was never supposed to look his way. Too bad neither of them knows how to quit.

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

Éireann O'Brien and Tadhg Lynch were best friends once. Now, starting first year at Tommen, they can barely exchange a glance without it turning into a fight. She's closed-off and fierce, with too much responsibility for someone her age. He's angry, unpredictable, and always one wrong word away from snapping. They're constantly at odds-but behind every glare and argument is a history neither of them can forget. Because some bonds don't break. They just change. And what happens when the person you can't stand... is the only one who really sees you? [tadhg lynch fanfic]

𝑻𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒈 𝑳𝒚𝒏𝒄𝒉 is angry. Angry at the world, at their father and at the people who chose to look the other way, to ignore them, their silent pleas for help. The only way to deal with his anger is to take it out on the person who's collateral damage. Because Darragh Holland hopes he could just scratch his last name off like a birthmark if he tries hard enough. But, Darragh? He's angry too, he sees his best friend, Amber Keane, his Amber, his always almost, laughing softer when Tadhg Lynch is around. They claim to hate each other. Everyone around them knows better. ⋆୨♡୧⋆ 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝑲𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒆 is perfect. On the outside, she's smiling the way people do who've learned it's safer than telling the truth. Keeping her grades neat, her hair perfect and her jokes always appropriate. Inside, she's running out of places to put her pain She watched her father, dead, with a needle still warm in his arm. Her mother turning into something sharp edged and cruel. She learned how footsteps can sound different at night. How the air catches in your throat when you're alone with someone you shouldn't be afraid of. She learned how to be quiet. How to disappear without leaving. ⋆୨♡୧⋆ 𝑨𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 finally cracks. It's not loud, it's a quiet, devastating moment. Where her laughter fails her, where the walls she's built give away. And Tadhg watches history threaten to repeat itself. In the girl who pretends to be perfect. pretends to be unbreakable.