𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟗 Tadhg lynch is one of the survivors, of the fire. of that house.. everybody knows about it, the fire that killed his mother and father. He's not exactly a loner, people know him-he has friends and he's a sports guy at tommen. Most People steer clear of Tadhg due to his temper issues and baggage. On the other hand, Leah Healy is her family's angel in baby, the youngest and the most bright one. Smart, and super kind. The type of person to rescue Stray cats and nurse them back to health to help them find a home. He's a wild fire and she is his only extinguisher, will the fire go out or will everything burst into flames?

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐉 & 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇 AJ Lynch. The boy I fell in love with when I was barely old enough to understand what love really was-and somehow, impossibly, the man I'm still in love with now. Everything with him feels like a fairytale most days. But there's one thing. One very shiny, very specific thing he hasn't done yet. He hasn't asked. And I'd be lying if I said I don't notice. I do. I notice every pause, every almost-moment, every time his hand lingers in his pocket like he's checking something's still there. I tell myself not to rush him, not after everything we've survived. Because old shadows have a way of resurfacing when you least expect them-quiet, heavy, unresolved. And when they creep back into view, even fairytales hold their breath. *** Catherine Biggs. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life. Strong. Sharp. Soft where it matters. The python herself, coiled confidence and quiet fire. I know she's waiting. I know she deserves the question. The ring. The promise spoken out loud. And it is coming. Soon. But old shadows don't disappear just because you're happy now. They linger at the edges, reminding you of what you almost lost, what you barely survived. And when they step back into view, even the bravest man needs a moment to steady himself-because when I ask her, I want nothing standing between us. Not fear. Not ghosts. Not the past.

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.

Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

This story is set immediately after Lizzie and Hugh's painful breakup, and follows Lizzie as she struggle with the aftermath of her mistakes and the damage she's done to their relationship. She knows Hugh deserves better-someone "normal," someone whole-while she's trapped in her own darkness, fighting to be the best she can be but still broken inside. Hugh is trying to protect his peace, but Lizzie wonders how long she can keep herself Away from her sun just to stop her shadows from pulling him under. How long before her past consumes them both?, Lizzie grapples with her bipolar disorder, her trauma, mistakes and the added weight of breaking Hugh's heart. My TikTok: _kmsedits_ (I have some edits on there 😊)

Lizzie Young x Hugh Biggs story after Releasing 10. Lizzie returns from treatment carrying the guilt of betraying Hugh, the boy who once held her together. He's moved on with someone safer, but their history still sparks every time they cross paths. Both Lizzie and Hugh must decide whether to let each other go or face the mess they've made together.

"Sharing my heart It's tearing me apart" cahomie kavanagh (shannonjohnny daughter) x nicolas biggs (lizziehughie son) boys of tommen fanfic

breakaway series - book two JACKSON ANDERSON He's always been the responsible one. The reliable one. The guy who doesn't screw up-until her. Maya is his sister's best friend and the one woman he should never touch. She's wild, unpredictable, and exactly what he never knew he needed. Now he's lying to his own family just to keep her close. MAYA RIVERA She's drowning, and has been for months. Falling into bed with Jackson wasn't smart, but it was the best decision she's ever made. He's steady where she's messy, quiet where she's loud. What started as an arrangement to help her heal turned serious fast, and now she's hiding the one good thing in her life from the person who's always been her safe place. Falling for each other was never part of the plan. But neither was playing defense with their hearts on the line.

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

Bethany has spent years hiding her feelings for Rory - her best friend's older brother and the one guy she was never supposed to fall for. He's charming, protective, and impossibly handsome... but also totally off limits. Rory always told himself that Beth was just a kid, just his sister's friend. But now that she's grown up, he can't seem to take his eyes off her - or keep his hands to himself. When they finally give in to the pull between them, their relationship becomes something deeper, something real. Passionate, intense, and full of love, Beth and Rory find themselves inseparable. But as their love story heats up, so does the bedroom... and soon, Beth realizes her period is late. One missed period. One life-changing surprise. And a whole lot of growing up to do in just nine months.