Edel Doyle was sixteen when she ran from Dublin with nothing but a backpack, bruised knuckles, and a lifetime of reasons not to trust anyone. John Kavanagh was the respectful golden boy who offered her a place to stay, and accidentally became her home. A story about addiction, healing, first love, and the family you find when you thought you were impossible to love. note: This is a fanfiction based on john and edel kavanagh's backstory from the boys of tommen series by chloe walsh. some of what's included here is canon, like edel growing up in ballymun, running away at sixteen, being taken in by the kavanaghs, attending tommen, and later building a life with john, but a lot of their earlier story hasn't been fully shown in the books yet. because of that, this fic also includes my own interpretations, theories, and completely made-up details to help fill in the gaps and connect everything together. scenes, dialogue, timelines, relationships, and specific events are fictionalized by me, but written to fit the characters, their personalities, and the overall tone of the series as closely as possible. basically, this is my version of what could've happened before boys of tommen, a mix of canon facts and my own imagination to build john and edel's full story.

Four years ago, the fire took everything. At fourteen, Tadhg Lynch is a weapon on the hurling pitch and a terror in the hallways of Tommen College. He wears a cocky grin like armor and wields lethal sarcasm like a shield. With his younger brothers safely tucked away in the luxury of the Kavanagh mansion, Tadhg should be at peace. Instead, he is drowning in a silent, suffocating depression, quietly slipping down the exact same dangerous path of addiction that nearly destroyed his older brother, Joey. He is a boy running on fumes, waiting for the match that will finally set him ablaze. Then came Aisling. Fierce, hotheaded, and burdened by a devastating past, Aisling transfers to Tommen carrying the heavy ghosts of her parents' tragic deaths. Living in a cramped apartment with her older brother and his girlfriend, she protects her fragile, grieving heart behind walls of pure defiance and an explosive temper. She doesn't do friends, she doesn't do pity, and she definitely doesn't do Tadhg Lynch. But when their chaotic worlds collide at the start of Third Year, the masking stops. Aisling sees straight through Tadhg's untouchable swagger, and Tadhg recognizes the hollow, dark ache hidden behind her fiery outbursts. They are mirrors of the same shattered glass, bound by a trauma that threatens to swallow them both whole. In a world determined to break them, can two damaged souls find a way to mend, or will they burn each other to the ground?

❛ You could've just... told me. ❜ A Tadhg Lynch Fan-Fiction. 𝜗ৎ

When eleven year old Marie Lynch's parents die in a car crash, she is sent from Wicklow back to Cork, Ireland where she begins attending Ballylaggin Community School. At BCS, she meets Teddy Lynch, the golden boy hurler, who sweeps her off her feet both physically and emotionally. Fifteen year old Theodore Lynch is a top notch hurler at BCS and beloved by all, but behind the scenes, he is the son of a drug addicted abuser. He confides into alcohol and the support of the mysterious, orphaned new girl. When things begin to go south, their relationship grows worse, but both get more deeply infactuated with each other. They grow up throughout the series and birth the infamously painful Lynch family. As both become more mentally ill, the horrors only grow. (mature themes)

𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱

Blair O'Connor was the life of every party-popular, fearless, and always the center of attention. But behind the perfect image was an abusive boyfriend who slowly stripped away the girl she used to be. After finally breaking free, Blair transfers schools, desperate for a fresh start. That's where she meets Patrick Feely-the quiet boy she only ever noticed in fleeting glances at parties. When circumstances throw them together, they strike an unlikely deal: fake date. For Blair, it's to keep her ex away. For Patrick, it's to turn someone else's head. But as the lines between real and fake start to blur, they both realize that sometimes the best things come from the most unexpected arrangements. _________ patrick feely x fem!oc ©liawrit3ss

𝙊𝙗𝙨𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙮, 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙨 𝙎𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮, 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙩 𝙪𝙥 ִ ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Laoise Gibson had never quite mastered the art of belonging. She drank too much at parties, laughed at the wrong moments, and always seemed just a little too loud for quiet rooms. She called it a coping mechanism. But when the worst thing that ever happened to you happened years ago, when does coping become the only way you know how to live? Joey Lynch never wasted time imagining a future. His plan had always been painfully simple, he'd get his siblings out of that house, then simply disappear. Until then, he'd settle for borrowed silence. Powder on a mirror, a needle in his arm, anything that could quiet his mind for a few precious moments. If it cost him years of his life, so be it. He didn't plan to live that long anyways. Maybe they were always destined to find each other. Or maybe it all began the day the Gibson girl crashed her brother's car and met the self-destructive mechanic who knew exactly how to fix everything except himself. ⋆˚࿔ Joey Lynch x Fem!Oc

He Captivates Me, And He Sets Me Free ╱ Joey Lynch

Imogen was everything Joey wasn't, soft, sweet, rich. They were two worlds apart. His life was a mess of abuse, addiction, and trust issues. He didn't have time for a relationship. And she was starting to find happiness away from her past. It would never work. Or at least it shouldn't. So why couldn't he stay away from the girl plastered in pink with a sparkle too bright to ignore. Joey Lynch x OC

Erin Lynch has claws - she's stubborn, strong-willed, and fiercely protective of her brothers in the toxic environment they call home. But beneath that armor, she hides scars and secrets she works hard to keep buried, especially from her family. ⸻ Hughie Biggs, the golden boy - the son every parent dreams of: top of his class, athletic, and the definition of a gentleman, though that perfection can be a bit suffocating. ⸻ Their worlds collide when their little sisters become friends. Erin never wanted to open up, and Hughie can't help but try to uncover the layers of this girl - something about her captivates him in a way no one else ever has. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Hughie Biggs x Fem OC