kifva Lynch es una adolescente que durante toda su vida lo que más le ha perseguido no han sido chicos , sino el miedo. Su vida es un completo caos pero siempre lleva la sonrisa por delante. Rodeada de sus cuatro hermanos, Joey Lynch , Tadgh, Ollie y el pequeño Sean desde siempre, se verá en un gran percance después de haber ido al instituto publico toda su vida y cambiarse a el privado de Tommen en Irlanda. Momentos unicos, graciosos y muy complicados es a lo que se enfrentará aunque nada de eso será tan duro como a lo que ya pasa en su casa. Jhonny Kavanagh es un chico ecantador, deportista de elite y dispuesto a llevarse los golpes por ella para que esté a salvo.

Fanfic de Rory kavanagh | los chicos de Tommen. [segunda generación.]

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?

... 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝟰 ! a fanfiction. 00. 𝗪𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 Ellie Kavanagh se ve obligada a compartir casa con los Lynch y su especie de sombra; Tadgh Lynch. ( status: finished ) cover by @atexnick © 𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗡𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗜, 2025

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.

(LIBRO UNO) ¿Cómo una persona que no soportas podría complementar el vacío que te hace falta? Tadhg lynch Era el hermano olvidado. Desde aquel incendio en su casa su vida se había convertido en un caos. Ahora vivía en la casa de los Kavanagh, una familia muy unida, y eso lo hacía sentir más solo que nunca. Toda su vida ha estado marcado por soledad, sin amigos, sin padres, sin novias, solo sus hermanos, y ahora viviendo en esa casa se sentía como una constante carga. Blaise Sheehan, una chica divertida y atrevida, desde muy pequeña es unida a los Kavanagh, sus vecinos, quienes la criaron como una más de ellos gracias a el trabajo de su madre. Pero todo cambio cuando los Lynch llegaron a aquella casa. Al conocerlos a todos se llevó bien con ellos...menos con uno. Dos personalidades completamente diferentes. Dos mentes distintas. Problemas y disgustos. ¿Podrían sentir algo más que disgusto hacia el otro?

Pierden el control, el orgullo, los esquemas. Lo pierden todo... menos al otro. Tadgh Lynch pensaba que el penúltimo año en Tommen sería tranquilo, con rugby, fiestas los fines de semana y el mínimo esfuerzo académico. Allie Kavanagh pensaba sobrevivir a los chicos inmaduros, centrarse en entrar a la universidad y mantener su sarcasmo intacto. Lo que ninguno esperaba era acabar en el mismo grupo de proyectos. Y menos aún, que el odio entre ellos se convirtiera en... ¿algo más? Entre insultos disfrazados de cumplidos, juegos de miradas, fiestas descontroladas, desafíos absurdos y una atracción que ninguno quiere admitir, Tadgh y Allie descubrirán que el amor y el odio no están tan lejos como creen. ¿Podrán sobrevivir el uno al otro sin prender fuego Tommen en el intento? Una historia que te hará reír, gritar, llorar y volver a empezar. Porque hay batallas que solo se pierden cuando te enamoras del 9.

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.

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?