𝗜𝗡 𝗪𝗛𝗜𝗖𝗛 Maire Gibson falls for the broken Joey Lynch, but nobody realises behind her smiles that she is just as broken as him. [joey lynch]

"To love me, you need to love my scars too. And I don't know if you're prepared to do that." When the girl that has made it her life mission to protect does everything in her power to deflect the apologies of the boy who hurt her sister. In which Johnny Kavanagh desperately tries to earn Niamh Lynch's forgiveness, unprepared for the distruction getting to know her would cause. Yet, he stays by her side until every wound is stitched up. started: 29.03.2025 finished: wordcount: (Trigger warnings inside) (Johnny Kavanagh x Femoc) (B13 - K13 ) (all credits go to Chloe Walsh and everyone else involved in the making of the Boys of Tommen series. I only own my ocs and their plots.) #1 : hughiebiggs (30.04.2025)

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 of 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐀𝐉 & 𝐈𝐳𝐳𝐲) AJ fucking Lynch. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. And the pain in my hole that hasn't left me the fuck alone since I joined this school filled with other-equally narcissistic-entitled, arrogant pricks. How was I supposed to know those tires were his? But honestly, he's like a rock in my shoe, small enough to ignore, yet always biting you in the ass until you ultimately go insane. He's a Lynch. The golden boy, the charmer, and the kind of guy every parent dreams of for their kid. Fairytale perfect, right? Wrong. Because here's the thing: AJ fucking Lynch is no knight. And I'm no princess. What I did to his car? Yeah, he asked for it. How dare he make my life a living fucking hell; the one place where I thought I was safe. What's the saying again? Ah yes, payback's a bitch, Lynch. And luckily for you, we do things differently on my side of the river. ō͡≡o˞̶ Izzy fucking Holland. 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐢𝐱𝐞𝐧. And the girl who caused my ultimate fall from grace. Call me exaggerated, I don't give a flying fuck. I want revenge, and she's my one way ticket to satisfying my insatiable hunger for it. I had a life, man. A fucking perfect one-that is, until the accident. Perfect captaincy, perfect grades, and a bloody perfect girlfriend. Now, I have nothing but headaches and a thirst for vengeance. All because of her. She's a Holland. That's what they do, right? Catch you off guard and tear the rug from under your feet so you fall into a bloody fucking death trap. But two can play that game. Let's get one thing straight: I don't want Izzy fucking Holland, or anything to do with her. I just wanna steal from her, you know? A little karma for how she ruined my life. And she'll fall. Because I always get what I want.

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.

Charalotte Biggs and Johnny Kavanagh were the perfect couple, until they weren't. With lies, rumours and fear keeping the two apart, can the invisible string between them bring them back together or will it snap, finally realising the two from each other? Trigger warning: Violence, physical assault, PTSD, panic attacks, sexual assault Boys of Tommen Fanfic OC x JOHNNY KAVANGH

🦢🎧 "𝙔𝙊𝙐𝙍 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝙄𝙎 𝙎𝙋𝙍𝙀𝘼𝘿𝙄𝙉𝙂 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙉 𝘽𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙔 𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙉𝙀 𝙂𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝘿𝙊𝙒𝙉 𝘼𝙇𝙍𝙄𝙂𝙃𝙏" ╰┈➤ 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐧, 𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ Cara Feely spent years being Patrick Feely's little sister. Quiet where he was popular, overlooked where he was impossible to ignore. But Tommen College was supposed to change things. New friends, late-night music sessions, and a version of herself she was only just beginning to understand. Falling for Johnny Kavanagh was never part of the plan though, especially not when every look, every touch, every secret moment started feeling dangerously close to something real. Johnny Kavanagh knew better. Patrick was one of his best mates, and Cara was completely off limits. That should've been enough. But somewhere between shared car rides, burnt CDs, winter nights, and the way Cara Feely smiled at him like she trusted him with something fragile, Johnny found himself wanting the one thing he couldn't have

── ੈ✩‧₊˚ my reputations never been worse, so you must like me for me.. ❜ ❪ boys of tommen fanfic .ᐟ johnny kavanagh x female oc .. ❫ started: 08/08/25 ended: tbd lowercase intended cover made by: @swannluvr !

"𝐷𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑒 𝑚𝑒， 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑦 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑢𝑠，𝑜ℎ 𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑛𝑛𝑎 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝐹𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑒 𝑢𝑝." 𝑅𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑒 𝐿𝑦𝑛𝑐ℎ，𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑤ℎ𝑜'𝑠 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑏𝑦 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑛𝑢𝑚𝑏 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑑-𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑘𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒𝑠, 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑜𝑢𝑡𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑠， 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑠𝑝𝑖𝑟𝑎𝑙 𝑛𝑜 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠. 𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎 ℎ𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟， 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟-𝐽𝑜ℎ𝑛𝑛𝑦 𝐾𝑎𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑟𝑢𝑔𝑏𝑦 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑-𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑢𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓. 𝐴

Little Miss Perfect and Mr Golden Boy, a match made in heaven, on the outside. However the thing about perfection, is that it is not real. Johnny Kavanagh has only ever cared about 3 things. Rugby, Gibsie and Rugby again. That is until Lizzie Young's estranged twin sister returns to Cork after 5 years of British boarding school. Madeline Young may share a face with Lizzie Young, but aside from that, they are polar opposites. Madeline is all soft smiles and kindness, unable to hurt a fly even if she tried. She wears a bright, perfect smile everywhere she goes, yet there is a familiar sadness in her eyes that draws Johnny in. Will he be able to pull back her layers before it's too late? Johnny Kavanagh x FemOC Ballylagin, Ireland, 2000-2005

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.