"And in the middle of my chaos, there was you." In which an unlucky ballerina and a rising rugby star collide.

Claiming 10 (Our Version) *Friday Weekly Uploads* A Boys of Tommen* Inspired Fanfiction written by three spiralling fans. They broke each other. Now comes the reckoning-and the return. Picking up right where Releasing 10 left off, Claiming 10 (Our Version) follows Hughie and Lizzie as they navigate the fallout of everything unsaid, everything unfinished-and everything still burning between them. The kiss was never just a kiss. The love never really left. But neither did the damage. As secrets surface, truths are revealed, and the fragile trust between friends begins to crack, Hughie and Lizzie must confront not only what happened between them-but who they've become in the aftermath. Forgiveness won't come easy. And neither will the road back to each other. But in a world of heartbreak, betrayal, and shifting loyalties, one thing remains certain: Real love doesn't fade. And if it's meant to be, it'll find its way back. No matter what. This is their story. Messy. Honest. Addictive. Theirs. Our Version. *All rights reserved to Chloe Walsh. This story is a fan fiction inspired by the world and characters from the Boys of Tommen series. It is a work of fiction and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original author. All rights to the original content belong to Chloe Walsh. Songs/Vibes Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ythjVBMdP8XHX14j8hS9v?si=1ac72e1e3c134560

lizzie young is not okay. her sister caoimhe jumped from a bridge not too long ago and lizzie is not coping well with it... hughie biggs is the neighbourhood sweetheart, a kind and loving boy with a big soft spot for lizzie. but will he be able to bring her back from the dark place she's in? cross posted on ao3 follow my tiktok! @jess.lynchhh

༇❧❧✥✥ 𝐀́𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐒𝐇 is known as Tommen College's academic weapon. With her focus solely on her academics and maintaining her 4.0 GPA, Álainn doesn't have the time for anything outside of her studies. Going into her sixth year at Tommen College, Álainn is determined to get into the university of her choice. Nothing and no one can get under her skin-except for one person, and that's one of Tommen College's rugby players, Hughie Biggs. ༇❧❧✥✥ 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐈𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒 has been playing rugby alongside his friends Johnny, Patrick, and Gibsie his entire life-it's all he knows, or that's what most people think that's all he knows. What most don't know, is that Hughie is also at the top of most of his classes, except for one, and that's because of the one girl who gets under his skin, Álainn Walsh. She infuriates him and intrigues him at the same time. Two academic rivals. One moment to get close. A school year full of unspoken feelings.

"𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. 𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝑾𝒆𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒚, 𝑰 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐" Hello:) I wanted to write a fanfiction about them, since I haven't seen any on wattpad It continues right after the ending of season one It's the first story i've ever written so it's not gonna be perfect:) I'm trying my best to write the characters like they were in the show, but there's gonna be some development If you know some other fanfics about them, lmk in the comments:) Hope you like it<3 Rank 1: tylerxwednesday Rank1 : ship Rank 1: Hyde

1: Halloween: Wednesday reflects on the past few years of her life as she witnesses Tyler Galpin's execution.

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?

Conor Kavanagh. The heartthrob of Tommen College. The biggest playboy in the school - cocky smirk, rugby jersey practically sewn onto him, always with a smart comment and that maddening wink. He's friendly, charming, flirty as hell. The kind of lad who'd carry your bag for you and somehow make it seem like your idea. But don't let that fool you - he's trouble. All sharp jawlines and swagger. And somehow, he's decided I'm his next bloody charity case. I hate it. I hate how he shows up when I don't ask, how he looks at me like I'm breakable. I don't need saving - I've got it sorted. The drink, the pills, the temper - all of it. My mess, not his. And every time I tell him to back off, to leave me be, he just gets closer, like I'm speaking in code. I don't need his pity or his perfect face. I don't need him. So why does part of me keep hoping he'll show up again tomorrow? *** Sinead Biggs. The reigning queen of Tommen. Sharp-tongued, sharp-eyed, and terrifying in heels. Everyone thinks she's just Cath's little sister - until she opens her gob and makes half the school cry before lunch. She walks those halls like she owns them, and honestly? She kind of does. The lads are scared of her. The girls want to be her. And me? I'm hopelessly, pathetically into her. Everyone knows it. My mates won't shut up about it. Even when she's tearing strips off me with that mouth of hers, I'm there grinning like a gobshite. Because deep down, I remember. I remember when we used to be best friends. When she used to laugh like a lunatic at my stupid jokes, when her hand would brush mine and neither of us would move away. But then came Owen Rice - the prick. Then came that night. The accident. The hospital. And when she came back, she wasn't the same. She'd built up walls with barbed wire. She'd become someone colder, louder, crueler. But I still see her. The girl I knew. And every once in a while, when no one's looking, I think she sees me too.

𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 He was so happy. How was he so happy all the time? Nobody is that happy. It's impossible. ____________________________________ 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 I hated everything about myself. The way my body matured differently than Shannon's. The way my body was curved and built for the eyes of man. I hated me. I hated everything. 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐍 I was funny. Not as funny as my brother. I had a nice smile, my mother told me so(but she wouldn't believe me if I had told her) I was good at smiling, it made me look happy and that made me feel happy. I wanted to wipe any unhappy memories out of my brain, I wanted to clean the dirt dug into my skin. But I can't. So I'm just happy. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖 BOYS OF TOMMEN FANFIC #1 Shannonlynch (12/29/24 #1 chloewalsh (1/6/25