He's going under. Someday, she's not going to be able to tug him back to shore. Owen Gibson's life is collapsing in on him. As things grow harder to bear and secrets are revealed, Owen begins to sink under the weight of everything that is now out in the open, which once lived exclusively in his tortured memory. Niamh Lynch refuses to let him go under. Her life mission-once to protect herself and her family-is now to keep Owen going, which is easier said than done. With a love tested by trauma, detectives, and familial difficulties, Niamh and Owen both forget about the world that exists out of smalltown Ballylaggin and allow themselves to be absorbed by the chaos. What they both need is for the other to pull them out. But living in this strange new world, is that even possible?

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?

SECOND GENERATION BOYS OF TOMMEN They said history never repeats itself, but in Cork, it always rhymed. It had been twenty years since the halls of Tommen College echoed with the chaos, heartbreak, and heady dreams of boys who grew up too fast and girls who burned like fire through their lives. Twenty years since Joey Lynch clawed his way out of pain and poverty, since Shannon like a storm tore through Johnny Kavanagh's carefully built walls, and since Gibsie Gibson proved the class clown had more depth than the sea. They had become parents now, somehow - the kind that showed up at matches screaming on the sidelines, who texted way too often, and who still drank pints together on Saturday nights like they were eighteen. And now, their children - bonded by blood, friendship, and stories too wild to be made up - were stepping into their own.

IN WHICH: Piper Lynch, daughter of Joey Lynch, falls for Julian Holland - while still haunted by the trauma of her assault, she struggles to navigate healing, love, and the weight of everything she carries.

Caohime Kavanagh and Callum Gibson have hated each other since birth. (Okay, fine, maybe since age seven. But still.) Their families are inseparable. Their friend group is legendary. Their annual backyard game is tradition. And this year? They're stuck on the same team. Suddenly they're sharing late-night laughs, almost-moments, and the world's most dramatic custody over one very spoiled cat, McWhiskers. They weren't supposed to get close. They definitely aren't supposed to kiss. And they absolutely aren't supposed to fall in love. Too bad no one told their hearts.

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.

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.

𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐆 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐋𝐲𝐧𝐜𝐡-𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐆 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝟏𝟔) 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦? 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨. 𝐓𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟-𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲?

Mike Biggs-the most handsome boy in Tommen. Bit of a gentleman, but he knows how to shut people up when needed. Never thought we'd be close, but after what happened with Sinead-his little sister and my best friend-things shifted. Do I like it? Can't say for sure. He's different when it's just the two of us. Softer. Kinder. But right now, I don't have time for love. I need to focus on becoming like my ma, playing in the orchestra. That's what matters. Not Mike Biggs and whatever this is between us... right? Bridget Feely-shy, sweet, and has this quiet kind of beauty that sneaks up on you. We've been friends for a while, and maybe-just maybe-I've thought about her as more than that. But I never let myself dwell on it. Until I heard her play the violin. Christ, I had no idea she could play like that. Now? Now I can't stop thinking about her. The way she looks when she plays, the way the music seems to carry her somewhere else. And just like that, I'm completely gone for the girl.