AURORA DARLINGTON, Claire and Hughie Biggs cousin, has always known determination. From the very start she has dreamed of being a professional ballerina, dancing on a huge stage with a million eyes on her. The only thing in her way... her health. • TADHG LYNCH grew up in an abusive household. From a very young age he has learned to defend himself and protect his loved ones. Now living with the Kavanaghs he's learned to control his temper and attitude... sometimes . Tadhg still finds trouble letting people within the walls he has put up around himself. With Aurora visiting Cork for the Summer, fate sets the stage for a collision of two very different worlds. ~ Tadhg Lynch x oc

Niamh Lynch is used to surviving. She's the girl with fire in her blood, fists always clenched, and walls built so high no one dares to look over them - not even her twin brother, Joey. Between school fights, late shifts, and raising her younger siblings in a house ruled by silence and bruises, Niamh doesn't have time for softness. Or love. Or hope. She's burning herself out to keep everyone else warm. Then there's Gerard Gibson. Loud, ridiculous, golden-hearted Gibsie - the boy who makes people laugh without trying, who hides his own cracks behind chaos. He shouldn't see her. But he does. And worse, he stays. Even when Niamh gives him every reason not to. This is a story about broken kids from broken homes, about anger and tenderness, violence and healing. It's about finding light in the wreckage - not because you believe you deserve it, but because someone refuses to stop giving it to you. Niamh doesn't believe in love. But Gibsie never needed her to. ------------------------------- Gerard Gibson x fem!oc

reck. to mind or care about (someone) number 8. symbolizes abundance, balance, and new beginnings - represent infinity, resurrection, and eternity ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ tommen diaries¹ boys of tommen second generation ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ AJ LYNCH meets the new girl at tommen. as persistent the boy is, he's drawn to her and wants nothing more then to make her see him too. however, when discovering her past and the inter connection between their families, he's unaware how to navigate the complex of love, forgiveness, and intertwined history ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ "i've never had a home...until I met him." aj lynch x fem!oc ‧₊˚ ༘ ┄┄┈┄┈┄┈ © luvsjadelyn , 2025

Anna Lynch was fucking petrified of men. Not just uncomfortable- terrified.She'd flinch if one of us so much as walked too close. She was always keeping herself pressed to walls, eyes darting for exits like she was planning an escape. And it wasn't just the loud ones or the gobshites. Even Johnny Kavanagh-her sisters boyfriend -made her recoil. That's when it really hit me. This wasn't nerves. This was trauma, stitched into every muscle in her body. The only lads she wasn't afraid of were her brothers-Joey and Darren. She stuck to them like her life depended on it, like they were the only two people in the world who'd never let her down. The rest of us? We were threats until proven otherwise #1-hughbiggs #1-chilhoodtrauma #1-mentalhealth #1-mutism

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?

Finn Gibson. Number seven on the rugby team. A gentleman, proper like. Always opening doors and saying things like "after you" and "you alright there?" in this soft voice that somehow makes you feel seen. He's funny too - not the show-off type of funny, more the kind where you're halfway through laughing before you realise it was even a joke. Real clever wit, quiet like. It's not fair, honestly. And he drums, like actually properly drums, not just tapping out rhythms on the school desk like every other lad in Tommen. He's in a band and all. Do I like him? Yeah. I like him loads. More than I should. But this isn't that kind of story. I come from a house where everything's heavy. Where things crack and break and no one says sorry. Where nice things don't last, and if you want something - really want something - it gets used against you. You don't let your heart out in a place like mine. You learn to nod and keep quiet and do what Da says, even when you hate it, even when it's wrong. That's just how it is. So when Finn looks at me like I matter - really, properly matter - I want to believe it. I want to tell him I think about him when I fall asleep. So yeah. I like Finn Gibson. But liking someone like him... it feels like trying to hold light in your hand. Beautiful. Impossible. *** Mina O'Neill. Jesus, I don't even know where to start with her. She's the most beautiful human being I've ever seen in my life, and I mean that with my whole chest. She moves like she doesn't even touch the ground. A ballerina, and not the stuck-up kind either. She's always working, always rehearsing, and when she talks about dance, it's like watching someone light up from the inside. And me? I'm just... me. Watching her from the side of things. Hoping. I think she knows. I know she knows. She's not daft. But there's something holding her back. I don't know what. Maybe it's me. Maybe it's something in her life I don't see. But I'm not giving up.

After suffering a tragic loss, Rory and her mam move to Cork, Ireland. She thought that life would never get better, until she laid eyes on Tadgh Lynch, and everything changed. For better, or for worse.

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ a story about aspen lynch the broken girl, the girl with emotional and physical scars and ronan larkins the boy who can't seem to turn the voices in his head off.

Fiadh Kavanagh is the youngest daughter of John and Edel, with her older brother Johnny being a superstar rugby player she's always been in his shadow. Edel and John have taken the lynch children into their home,helping Joey(the eldest lynch) with his addiction to drugs. But while doing that,they fail to realise just how bad their own daughter's addiction has gotten. tags #1-boysoftommen #1-gibsie #1-gerard #1-shannon #1-lizzie #1-hughie #2-cork #1-johnny #8-boys #10-addiction

'Im scared Tadgh' 'I know angel im on my way' 'I think I will always love you even if i tried not to' 'My heart will forever be yours please don't give it back' Tadgh Lynch x FemOC Ballylagin Ireland 2011