𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 of 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 & 𝐕𝐢𝐯) Rory Kavanagh. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. He's the total cliché of a popular jock with dimples of total sin-captain of the rugby team, ruthless on the pitch, and a total nepo baby. Yet he's in a book club! Doesn't exactly reek of your classic stereotype, does he? But how would I know? I've only just got here. Mr. Beau Gosse isn't what I expected from someone born with a silver spoon jammed down his throat. Catching his attention wasn't on my radar, but the eejit bulldozed right into my safe space anyway. At least I have my letters. Call me an old soul, but aside from my paintings, they're my only real escape. Craziest part? My penpal and him happen to share the exact same name. Like some sick, twisted joke. I just hope the similarities end there. I've got enough on my plate without inviting trouble from school royalty. ⌯⌲ Vivienne Wilkinson. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞. And my bet. Fucking hell, what'd I get myself into? I didn't ask for this-least of all getting tangled up with a girl with a lethal tongue and the face of a Bambi. Jaysus, she's something. I shouldn't be hooked this hard, especially knowing her Ma's reputation. But I have to keep my end of the deal and make her fall in love with me. I mean, who even comes up with that shite? Anaïs would understand. She's my pen pal, the girl I've been pining over for two years ever since we clicked. Her letters always arrive on old-timey parchment, cursive too. She's the only one who keeps me grounded, talks me down, and accepts every flawed piece of me. Except she hasn't written back in two months. Something's wrong. I'll figure out what it is-preferably before I go and fall for a girl I know I shouldn't touch.

Will Fane and Garrison Miller, beloved side characters from Unravelling You and Loathing You, and the best friends to Tadhg Lynch, Leah Daly, Ollie Lynch, and Emily Ashby all now living together for university navigate their new lives, their friendships, and their relationship. This story will follow Will Fane and Garrison Miller and will be the fifth instalment in my 'Boys of Tommen You Series' and will make the most sense to read 'Unravelling You' and 'Loathing You' first. Many of the side characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. Will, Garrison, and Emily are my OCs though. TW: This story will include character death (flashback), sexual harassment, mentions of abuse, homophobia, bullying, drug use, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

"And you can't tell anyone in your life, because all they know is this version of you, and the more you live the lie, the more the lines start to fucking blur, and the harder it is to remember who you really are, and almost impossible to determine if there even is a real you or if you're just so fucked up, that somewhere along the way you lost yourself, and there's no way back." ☆☆☆ This story will follow Ollie Lynch and Emily Ashby and will be the fourth instalment in my 'Boys of Tommen You Series' All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. Except for Emily Ashby TW: This story will include character death, sexual harassment, domestic abuse, child abuse, drug use, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

"Through anything?" "Through everything." Tadhg Lynch is fire and silence. With a brutal past and a father who taught him fear behind closed doors, Tadhg wears his trauma like armor-sharp, defensive, and unreadable. To most, that is. Nightmares consume him, trust eludes him, and peace is a foreign language he's convinced he would never come close to understanding. He recognizes pain the same way others recognize faces-especially in her. Ciara Bellemore is light dimmed too soon. Graceful and polite on the outside, but broken and dead on the inside. She hides bruises beneath long sleeves and hope beneath whispered prayers. With a mother fading from illness and a home filled with silence and control, Ciara clings to the only comfort she has the knowledge of-angels, feathers, and a belief in something better. When they collide, it's as though fire had met water. An invisible strength kept pulling the other into their orbit-either taunting the other with their presence or showing them what it owes.

Leah was lucky. After a lifetime of poverty, her and her mother were saved. She had new clothes, a new house, a fancy new school, a new step father, and everything she had ever lacked. But as it too often is, everything was too good to be true. Yes, her private school uniform is pristine but the bruises that lie underneath tell a different story. But she can hide it, she just has to get through this year, and then she can be free, but everything starts to unravel when she meets a boy. At age twelve, Tadhg was saved. He got out of that haunted house. He had adoptive parents that adored him, his siblings were happy, and he was finally safe. So why did he still feel this way? Why was he still on edge after all these years? He should be thriving like his brothers and his sister, and yet he wasn't. He was numb to it all, until he met her. She unraveled him. This is a Boys of Tommen fan fiction, following Tadhg Lynch and Leah Daly. This story is the third instalment in my 'Boys of Tommen You Series' and is connected to my other two stories, 'Seeing You' and 'Haunting You' but are not required to read before this one. Also I'll start updating this story once I finish 'Haunting You' All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. As there is not much information surrounding Tadhg and Leah's story, I won't be following any canon, and Leah's story will be entirely created by me. TW: This story will include character death(flashbacks), domestic abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse, drug addiction, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

AJ Lynch. My brother's best friend. The boy who's always been around, always somehow louder than everyone else in the room. The one with the easy smile, the quick wit, and the kind of confidence that makes people look twice. Everyone knows AJ. The rugby player. The lad who never seems to take anything too seriously. The one who's always looking for the next bit of excitement, the next challenge, the next thing to keep him from getting bored. But I know him differently. I know the boy behind the smile. The one who cares more than he lets on. The one who acts like nothing bothers him, even when it does. I've spent years watching him chase after anything that gives him that rush. The speed. The competition. The feeling of being unstoppable. And maybe that's the hardest part about caring about AJ Lynch. Not the fact that he's impossible. Not the fact that he's stubborn. It's that sometimes I wonder if he'll ever find something worth slowing down for. --- Laila Ryan. She's been a constant for as long as I can remember. Nick's little sister. The girl with the glasses, the freckles, and the sweet smile that tricks people into thinking she's harmless. She's not. Laila has a sharp tongue and a stubborn streak a mile wide. She'll call me out faster than anyone else, and somehow she's one of the only people who can get away with it. She's kind, but she's not soft. She's sweet, but she's not easy. And somehow, she's always seen through me. Everyone else sees the version of AJ Lynch that I let them see. Laila sees everything else. She knows when I'm avoiding something. She knows when I'm pretending. She knows exactly how to annoy me and exactly how to calm me down. She's never been impressed by the reputation, the smile, or the attention. She's always just seen me. The only problem is that AJ Lynch has never been good at standing still. And Laila Ryan might be the only person stubborn enough to make me try.

Valenne Biggs, la mejor estudiante de la clase, todo tiene que ser buenas notas, pasando horas y horas escondida entre los libros, o más bien, ella. Rory Kavanagh, el capitán del equipo de rugby, tiene que cargar más que un equipo, un secreto. Él debe de mantener una imagen perfecta, sin que nadie la destruya. Hasta que, todo se derrumba y les toca hacer un trabajo juntos y Rory se mete en un pelea por ella. En el mundo de los dos, todo lo planeado se mueve y solo son dos chicos sin ningún tipo de capa por sus mejores amigos de la infancia.

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.

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. ō͡≡o˞̶ 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.