AJ Lynch has spent years hiding how badly alcohol has gotten its grip on him, masking the cracks with rugby, humour, and the reputation that comes with being Aoife and Joey Lynch's son and Tommen's number eleven. Milo Feely has always been familiar - family connections, Tommen, rugby, the same circles - but never someone AJ expected to need. Then Milo starts understanding him in ways most people don't, noticing the things AJ works hardest to hide without treating him like something that needs fixing. For AJ, wanting Milo comes frighteningly easy. For Milo, admitting that whatever is growing between them might be more than teammates, banter and circumstance is a different story entirely. And the more AJ lets him in, the harder it becomes for either of them to pretend there's nothing there.

Rory Kavanagh-golden boy of tommen x Sloane Holland-Troubled thunderous beauty.

A fan-fiction of Katie and Patrick <3 Katie Wilmot was a corker of a red head. It was too bad she kept to herself. Quiet as a mouse, silent as the cold night. In the friendgroup yet far away, close but not close enough. Deep down she had a passion for music. She could float around her room to melodies and hum every beat. Katie had always found comfort in songs specially lyrics but Katie hadn't felt comfort in a long while. She fell into the rabbit hole of scale numbers and grabbing someone attention. It was too bad she didn't fall for him in time. It was too bad she missed his lyrics. Patrick Feely works on a farm and drinks to cope. Sounds pathetic right? According to his father that's spot on. He feels like he missing out on something yet can't say what. He rights lyrics down to express his feelings and strums strings to pass time. Every song every chord links back to her. It's too bad she doesn't belong to him. No she's his best-friend's girlfriend. As if it couldn't get any sadder.

Tadhg Lynch is trying to move on. The memory of his parents and his past still haunt him, causing the anger that fused to him during his childhood to follow him into Tommen. As he tries to assimilate into his new life - one where he is finally safe to let his guard and fists down, he meets ... Esme Connor, a fellow implant baby at Tommen College. Her father is newly married to Catherine Young, meaning it's another major change in Esme's already unstable life. Raised by just her Da after her mother fled to England with her older sister, Esme is left trying to pick up the parts of herself that broke when her life was turned upside down. This book begins when Tadhg and Esme begin first-year! It will follow them as they battle addiction, loss, mental illness, and trauma while they navigate their way through Tommen. Tadhg Lynch x Fem O.C (all characters except the ones I introduce are owned by Chloe Walsh!)

All my life, I've been someone's sister. Someone's daughter. Someone's shadow. Never me. Never enough. I thought Transition Year at Tommen would change that. My chance to step out of the background and finally be someone. Then Patrick Feely happened. Seventeen. Number 12 on the rugby pitch. My brother's best friend everywhere else. He's kind when I least expect it. Funny when I need it most. Broken in ways he'll never admit. And against every warning in my head, I can't help falling for him. But Patrick Feely isn't simple. Loving him isn't safe. And wanting him might ruin everything. Because I'm already drowning-in anxiety, in expectations, in the weight of not being enough. And Patrick Feely could be the one thing that saves me... or the one that drags me under. Patrick Feely x fem oc

Tadgh lynch and Bethany Gibson promised to be best friends forever. Until trauma hit the both of them and drifted apart.

"How will I know you won't fuck another guy because I wasn't there to help you?" "You don't." Ciara Beckett always wanted to feel seen. Her parents never did. She's left to fend for herself in her own home. But it wasn't always like this...there was once a time where everything was great. Loving parents, a twin sister. But that all changed when said sister died. Now here she is, sleeping with countless guys, just so she can feel something. At least in those few moments, she's being "loved", right? Patrick Feely always loved her. Beautiful, daring, Ciara. Childhood friends till the end! Or so they say...Patrick's noticed something off since her twin sister died. She wasn't the same Ciara he'd grown to know and love. But he was willing to try anyway. Even with his own problems in the way -drinking- he still wanted to show her that the world isn't all dark. Even if he thought to himself. Will these two find their way to overcome their addictions and finally see what's in front of them? Or will their hearts shatter the moment they do? ALL RIGHTS GO TO CHLOE WALSH. (Except for the characters I came up with) ALL CHARACTERS AND PLOT ALREADY IN "BOYS OF TOMMEN", GO TO HER.

Camryn Mulcahy, aka Coach Mulcahy's daughter, is transferring over to Tommen in the middle of her 4th year from an all girls school called St. Angela's. Johnny Kavanagh is struggling with a possible career-ending injury right before his career might actually begin They don't realize it, but Camryn and Johnny can't seem to stay away from each other. A story based off of the popular series The Boys of Tommen written by Chloe Walsh.

❝ I was supposed to break her heart, not give her mine.. ❞ • ୨💌୧ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 . . . Cairo Holland and Rory Kavangh BOOK ONE OF THE HAUNTED PHANTOMS OF TOMMEN

Liam Lynch. Everyone says his name like it explains him. The town's golden boy. Lizzie likes him. Teachers like him. Old women in the shop like him. He remembers birthdays and asks about your granny and carries bags without being asked. He is always there. That's the part I can't get my head around. He stands too close sometimes. Not in a scary way. Just... close. Like he's afraid if he steps back, I'll disappear. He says he loves me. I nod when he says it because that's what you do. I don't know what love is meant to feel like in the body. People say it's warm or fizzy or like fireworks, but my chest just feels the same as always-tight, flat, like someone's pressed pause. Sometimes my stomach hurts around him, but I don't know if that means something good or something bad. Hunger and nerves feel the same to me. Fear and excitement too. Everything is all mixed up, like colours bleeding together. He doesn't leave me alone. Ever. If I walk home, he walks with me. If I sit somewhere quiet, he appears like he's been summoned. People say I'm lucky. They say he's protective. I don't know the difference between protection and being trapped. Sometimes he smiles at me and my chest tightens sharper than usual. Sometimes I want him to stop talking. Sometimes I want him to stay. I don't know which feeling is which. I don't know if what he calls love is what I feel, or if what I feel is nothing at all. *** Maeve O'Neill ruined me the second I saw her. Not in a loud way. Quiet. Permanent. She doesn't say much, but I don't need words from her. I'll read the silences. I'll fill the gaps. I'll love her enough for both of us if I have to. Even when she looks at me like she's trying to solve a puzzle and can't find the edges, I don't get angry. I get patient. I can wait. I don't care if it costs me. I don't care if it hurts. I'll protect her. I'll help her. I'll stay beside her until she understands what love is-or until I disappear trying.