WLW Fanfic based on Boys Of Tommen. Fem OC x Fem OC Saoirse Marie Lynch has always been a contradiction. She's the strong one who never lets herself cry, the caretaker who's falling apart when no one's looking. With her cropped blonde hair, black eyeliner, and a cigarette constantly between her fingers, she looks untouchable-hard, bitter, unbreakable. But inside, she's just tired. Tired of carrying Joey, tired of playing mother, tired of fighting demons that never stay dead. She scars her own skin just to feel something real, but no one knows. Not Joey, not her mother-only the girl she never wanted to need. Niamh Molloy doesn't look like the kind of girl who could save anyone. She's small, shy, and blushes when strangers talk to her. But she's sharp in ways no one expects. She listens. She notices. And with Saoirse, she never stops talking-stories spilling out of her, laughter breaking through the heaviness like it belongs there. Niamh has always loved Saoirse, long before she let herself admit it. Maybe it was the eyeliner. Maybe it was the way Saoirse's armor cracked when she thought no one was looking. Or maybe it was just inevitable, because Saoirse has always been her weakness, her center, her storm. They don't call it love-not out loud. Saoirse hides behind smirks and cigarettes, Niamh behind endless chatter. But when the nights get heavy, when Saoirse's hands shake and the silence is too loud, it's Niamh she lets in. Niamh, who never asks for the truth but already knows it. They're Nana and Hachi in their own way-one jagged, one soft, tied together by something bigger than either of them can name. Saoirse tells herself she doesn't believe in love. Niamh believes enough for the both of them. And somewhere in the middle, between storm and sunshine, they exist-messy, broken, undeniable.

you fell hard I thought 'good riddance' 2nd generation / BOYS OF TOMMEN [1]

Caoimhe Kavanagh has never had a boyfriend and she's desperate, while her friends are all experiencing normal teenage stuff, and she feels left out. She hasn't even had her first kiss yet. Dylan Kelleher, the new american guy, is her perfect excuse to put herself out there. Seamus Feely isn't loud, he doesn't really care about anything except music and his sister, who's getting hurt over and over. Which is why he makes it his mission to help the girls getting broken. So when Dylan keeps standing Caoimhe up on their dates, he comes to the rescue. The only problem is that he starts falling for her while she makes it very clear she doesn't like him, but what will happen when he keeps showing up she's starting to realise that he isn't as bad as she thought?

Niamh Lynch stays away from trouble. She doesn't do things without thinking it through a million times. But when she ends up needing to let loose after a couple of failed test, she shouldn't be calling Callum Holland, but he can get her some sleeping pills, right? No strings attached. Callum shouldn't be selling pills to the Lynch family, he shouldn't be speaking to them. Something about Niamh makes him want to protect her. He doesn't do feelings, it's too much in his business, but maybe she's the saving he didn't know he needed. They realise that maybe the connection between them is more than a dealer and a user, but can they fight their families legacies to create a new one, or will the history repeat itself?

Sienna Lynch has one rule, never get involved with the Hollands. As the daughter of Tadgh, she's heard every warning there is. Lorenzo Holland's a mess - fighting demons no one wants to face. She's scared. She's warned. But something about him pulls her in anyway. And neither of them knows how this ends.

,,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 x Female OC Boys of Tommen - second generation book Rory - "I just wanted you to know that this is me trying." Valerie - "Make my heart beat again." Credits: Chloe Walsh

Faith Gibson is Gerard Gibson twin where one went the other wasn't far behind. After the death of their father and baby sister it broke both of them but mark is what almost sent them over the edge. Years later now in 5th year Gibsie is the bubbly goofy twin who makes everyone laugh while Faith is the quiet and sad twin who know as a scary secret when she returns to tommen. ---------------------- Patrick feely has loved Faith Gibson since the first Met. He liked how quiet she was and how she didn't include her still in the drama. But when Faith stopped going to tommen and comes back months later with her eyes looking even more dimmed then before he tried to find out why.

𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂 I knew as soon as I laid eyes on her that she would destroy me I just didn't want to destroy her back. ________________ 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇: I was plagued with self-loathing and furious with the world. Everything felt too much constantly. The hits. Her cries. The bruises. I was drowning and there was no fucking way I was going to pull her in with me. 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐑𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒: I drowned in everything but my grief. I couldn't remember names but I remembered how good it felt to hear them say my name. Joey was tangled and complex, my curiosity threatening to swim beneath the surface of the hotheaded hurler. I wanted to drown in his touch, I wanted him to say my name. I wanted to pull him out of whatever fight he was so desperately trapped in.

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