Charlotte Lynch has two rules: Stay quiet and stay alive, somehow. Her home life is not easy and trying to balance out while forced to attend Tommen is not as well. After losing the only boy and girl who ever understood her, she enters Tommen with nothing left but a heartbeat that hurts to feel and a sister she'd burn the world for. She keeps her sleeves long, her voice quiet, and her hope buried. Tommen is bright. Charlotte is not. Charlotte doesn't want friends. She doesn't want attention. She definitely doesn't want to feel anything. But a certain loud, funny blonde rugby boy seems to have other plans. How will it go? Gerard Gibson x Female oc All rights to Chloe Walsh, Boys of tommen. >_< Impressive rankings: 🥇In Shannon lynch 30/11/2025 🥇In Gerard Gibson 5/12/2025 🥇In boys of tommen 26/12/2025 🥇In bot 26/12/2025 🥇In trauma 3/1/2026

IN WHICH: TADHG LYNCH X LEAH DALY Tadhg Lynch is a boy lost in borrowed belonging, drowning in sleepless nights, too-tight blazers, and the kind of silence that presses on your chest like a stone. He survives by vanishing, one grade, one breath, one heartbeat at a time. Leah Daly is a ghost in her own life, perfect on paper, hollow beneath. Grief built her a cage, and her father locked the door behind her when her mother died. They were never meant to meet, let alone matter to each other. But in the wreckage of everything they can't say, they find something like peace, sharp-edged, forbidden, and quietly life-saving. Started: June 5th, 2025 ‼️Y'ALL I'VE WRITTEN "TADGH" INSTEAD OF "TADHG" THROUGHOUT ACT 1 AND ACT 2 I'M SORRY

(Patrick feely) White Ferrari _ Frank Ocean When Patrick Feely realizes he's in love with his best friend's sister Grace Kavangh #2 at Patrick feely #2 at bot I dont own the character I only own the Oc ...characters belong to Chloe Walsh started: 29/11/2024 Finished 16/3/2025

Brian O'Neill. The coldest fella Tommen's has ever seen-or so they say. And I get it. He walks down the halls like he owns the place, never says much unless he has to, face like it's carved out of marble, always unreadable. He's like a winter prince-untouchable, a bit terrifying, and way too beautiful to be real. But he's mine. He's my boyfriend. He makes my heart beat like a bloody war drum every time he so much as looks at me with that stormy gaze of his. Protective to a fault. He'd burn the whole world down if it meant keeping his siblings safe. They're everything to him-his whole bleeding heart, even if he acts like he hasn't got one. And he fights. Not schoolyard scuffles. Not rugby scraps. I'm talking about underground, illegal fights. The kind you don't talk about. The kind you pray he walks away from. *** Daisy Biggs. If sunshine had a body and a runway walk, it'd be her. She's Ireland's it girl-covers of magazines, Vogue campaigns, CHANEL deals before she was even out of third year. Everyone knows her name. Every girl wants to be her, and every lad stares a bit too long when she walks past. But she's mine. She's my girlfriend. Yeah-me. The cold bastard with blood on his knuckles and bruises under his hoodie. I don't know how I pulled her, honest to God. Maybe 'cause she sees something in me no one else bothers to look for. But we keep it quiet. No one at Tommen's knows. Can't risk the papers finding out, or the other students. She's soft with me. Gentle in a way that makes me forget I've got cuts across my ribs or a busted lip. When I show up to her place, bleeding or shaking or just not right in the head after a fight, she never freaks. She just pulls me in, cleans me up, and wraps her arms around me like I'm something worth saving. I know she hates the fights. Hates what they do to me. Hates what I have to do to win. But what am I supposed to do? When you've got a da who treats you like a weapon, you learn real quick that choices are a luxury.

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.

(ON HOLD) BOYS OF TOMMEN FANFICTION Connected to HAVING 13 Iris Wesley has a hard time trusting anyone. She's never had consistency in her life and her guard is always up. Without warning, a boy who's just as scarred as her breaks down every one of her walls, pushing all the boundaries and toeing the line between them. It has been three years since Tadhg Lynch slept without waking up in terror. He can't close his eyes without seeing the face of his forever tormentor or smelling the scent of fire burning down his broken home. When he finds that all he needs to sleep is a certain girl in his bed, he won't let her go until he proves that he can be trusted; he's all in, even a year later. DUAL POV

The sequel to In His Shadow Maya Kavanagh's support system is distracted as her siblings grind to pass their Leaving Cert. Meanwhile, Maya and Kit are closer than ever... But Maya is harbouring a potentially deadly secret. Can Kit get to the bottom of it before it is too late!?

Georgia O'Neill's always been the strong one. Since losing her parents, she's been holding her world together - looking after her brother, working extra hours, pretending she's fine when everything's crumbling. She's not used to people staying. Not used to anyone caring enough to see past the mask. Then there's DJ Lynch - Tommen's golden boy. Loud, funny, full of charm. The kind of lad who makes life look easy. But when the laughter fades, DJ's left with thoughts he can't quiet, grades slipping through his fingers, and a fear that if anyone knew how bad it really gets - they'd stop looking at him the same. They're both pretending for different reasons. Both breaking in ways no one else can see. And somehow, they keep finding each other - after school, after work, after everything falls apart again. This is a story about two kids who don't know how to ask for help - and the quiet, unspoken love that teaches them how.

"You've struck up quite the reputation." She cocked her head at me like she was trying to figure me out. Good luck with that blondie. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ Kayleigh Quinn is a determined girl, a fighter, and when Tadhg Lynch the recovering broken boy transfers to Tommen catches her eye she's on a mission to catch him. ☾ ⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ

⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ IN WICH, Tadhg Lynch is angry. Angry at the world, at their father and at the people who chose to look the other way, to ignore them, their silent pleas for help. The only way to deal with his anger is to take it out on the person who's collateral damage. Because Darragh Holland hopes he could just scratch his last name off like a birthmark if he tries hard enough. But, Darragh? He's angry too, he sees his best friend, Amber Keane, his Amber, his always almost, laughing softer when Tadhg Lynch is around. They claim to hate each other. Everyone around them knows better. ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ IN WICH, Amber Keane is perfect. On the outside, she's smiling the way people do who've learned it's safer than telling the truth. Keeping her grades neat, her hair perfect and her jokes always appropriate. Inside, she's running out of places to put her pain She watched her father, dead, with a needle still warm in his arm. Her mother turning into something sharp edged and cruel. She learned how footsteps can sound different at night. How the air catches in your throat when you're alone with someone you shouldn't be afraid of. She learned how to be quiet. How to disappear without leaving. ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆୨♡୧⋆ ˚｡ ⋆ IN WICH, Amber finally cracks. It's not loud, it's a quiet, devastating moment. Where her laughter fails her, where the walls she's built give away. And Tadhg watches history threaten to repeat itself. In the girl who pretends to be perfect. pretends to be unbreakable.