𝐁𝐀𝐌𝐁𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 always believed she and 𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐍 were meant to be, until one heartbreak changed everything and sent him back to 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒. While everyone else moved forward, she remained trapped in the shadow of a love she never truly let go of.

𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐒 always saw 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 as nothing more than a friend, but years of his relentless flirting slowly chipped away at her defenses. As she stands by him through his darkest battles with addiction, friendship blossoms into a love neither of them ever expected.

Redamancy (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full "𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞?" "𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬." ───── 𝐀𝐣 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐎𝐂 Bot second gen.

Joey Lynch doesn't have time for Tommen girls. Not when he's got four younger siblings hanging off him, a father who treats his face like a punching bag, and a dealer waiting for his money. His school uniform smells like smoke, his knuckles are always split, and he's got a short fuse and a long list of people he doesn't like. Life's a grind, home's a warzone, and feelings? Not on the menu. Then she opens her mouth. Preslee O'Connor. Tommen royalty. Rich girl. Sharp-tongued, well-dressed, drunk off her arse and stumbling outside Biddie's bar like she owns the street. He should ignore her. He wants to. But then she talks. And she's smug. And rude. And annoying as f*ck. And now he's stuck with a walking headache in lip gloss and designer boots. She thinks he's scum. He thinks she's a spoiled brat. They're both right. They fight like it's foreplay. They argue like it's oxygen. And somewhere between the insults, the eye rolls, and the 'accidental' run-ins, something starts to shift. Something dangerous. Something real. But this isn't some sweet, enemies-to-lovers, kiss-in-the-rain bullshit. This is secret glances in crowded hallways. Swearing across pub carparks. Biting, bleeding, pretending you don't care when you do. It's everything messy, unspoken, and off-limits. Because Joey Lynch doesn't get good things. And Preslee O'Connor was never supposed to look his way. Too bad neither of them knows how to quit.

An angel's smile is what you sell You promised me heaven, then put me through hell BOYS OF TOMMEN ␥ Patrick Feely © elegancies

𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗂 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾. 𝗃𝗈𝖾𝗒 𝗅𝗒𝗇𝖼𝗁 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗈𝖼 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇

𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙃𝙀𝙍 never asked for permission. She had money, charm, and a last name that made doors swing wide open - but she also had a talent for chaos. And the second she set her sights on Shannon Lynch, she found herself tangled up with the one person immune to her effortless pull. 𝙅𝙊𝙀𝙔 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃 wasn't impressed by Arabella's car, her smirk, or the way she could turn his sister's world upside down with a snap of her fingers. Protective, sharp-edged, and impossible to intimidate, he had one rule: keep his family safe. Arabella leaned across the table, smirk tugging at her lips. "Careful, Lynch. Scowling like that'll give you wrinkles." Joey didn't look up from his phone. "And talking like that'll get you smacked." She gasped theatrically, clutching her chest. "Violent and charming. Be still, my heart." For the first time all day, Joey's mouth twitched - the ghost of a smile he refused to give her.

⎯⎯⎯ ʽ No grave can hold my body down I'll crawl home to her ʼ ┏ róisín wilmot was the light for joey lynch whenever he was lost in the darkness ┛ boys of tommen | saving 6 - joey lynch x fem!oc aoife molloy x male!oc Ⓒ︎ rozanovfilms, 2026

I used to believe in one rule. Save yourself. Don't trust. Don't depend. Don't need-because the second you do, it gets taken from you. I learned that young. I learned it the hard way. And I was good at it. I kept my head down. I said the right things. I didn't make problems I can't fix, and I didn't get attached to people who come with warnings written all over them. It was easier that way. Safer. Then Joey Lynch happens. And suddenly I'm not careful anymore. I'm running barefoot through streets I shouldn't be in. I'm letting him see parts of me I've spent years hiding. I'm standing in front of him, heart in my throat, trying to figure out why he looks at me like I'm something worth saving-when he won't even save himself. He pushes me away like it's instinct. I follow him like it's mine. We don't talk about what this is. We don't put names on it. We don't even try to pretend it's normal. Because it's not. It's messy and reckless and too intense for something that was never supposed to matter this much. But the worst part? I don't want to stop. Even if it breaks me. Even if it destroys him. Even if, somewhere along the line, I forget how to be the girl who always survives.

They say the truth will set you free. For Cassidy Lynch, the truth is a death sentence. Johnny Kavanagh is a boy of summer. He lives in the roar of victory and the warmth of a life without shadows. Cassidy Lynch is a girl of winter. She lives in the silence of cold kitchens and the weight of secrets that are too heavy for a sixteen-year-old to carry. One is a prodigy of the pitch. The other is a genius of the aftermath. When a collision brings them together, Johnny begins to see the cracks in Cassidy's perfect, prickly exterior. He wants to peel back the layers until he finds the girl underneath. But Cassidy knows that some secrets are buried for a reason, and once the Golden Boy steps into her world, there's no going back to the light. (All rights of this story goes of course to Chloe Walsh, I only have rights over my OC Cassidy Lynch)