NIAMH KAVANAGH has never truly fit in. Her all-girls school in Dublin left her feeling excluded, with extreme difficulty making friends that suited her. PATRICK FEELY is an enigma. Despite the loud, ever-loving group he surrounds himself with, the house he returns to each day doesn't feel like home. He has his whole life ahead of him, and he wants out.

Tadgh Lynch is angry, angry at the world. It seems the rest of his siblings have forgotten the hurt of their past, let it go. But he can't forget, his father haunts him, has been haunting him for years and he's losing hope that he'll ever be free of Teddy Lynch. Maeve Holland is desperatly searching for the will to live. Her older brother hates her, her mothers dead, her dads as good as dead and life isn't looking like it's going to get better any time soon, but then she meets him. An angry boy who changes everything.

-Adoring 8 "Cause in my head, I do everything right, when you call I'll forgive and not fight" When two people keep on coming back to each other, no matter how hard they try to stay away.

Violet Kavanagh had one single goal in this life: to become a professional figure skater and win an Olympic medal. Growing up in the shadow of her older brother Johnny Kavanagh, a future rugby star, she always felt the need to push herself twice as hard to earn her own merits-leaving behind scars and deeply buried secrets in the process. ⸻ Gerard Gibson, number 7, a broken soul hidden within the body of a cheerful young man, full of mischief and trouble. His life was a constant battle with the demons that haunted his mind. ⸻ She was the little sister of his best friend-off limits. But their paths are irrevocably bound in this story full of experiences, trauma, and love. ꒱ ➛ ↴ ❱ ✿•˖* ℘ ﹋﹋ ❛ ╯ ❲ ❳ ∞ ‹ ∅ ┊ ➹ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ↱ Disclaimer!! This fanfic is based on The Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All rights to the original work belong to her. Gerard Gibson x Fem OC

Four years ago, Evelyn Kavanagh left Ireland behind for a prestigious ballet school in London with one goal: dance professionally. Now she's back in Cork with a career-ending injury, two overpacked suitcases, and absolutely no idea who she is without ballet. At Tommen College, everyone already knows her name. Johnny Kavanagh's little sister. The ballerina. The girl who disappeared to London. Evie has no interest in being anyone's tragic story. She's still loud, chaotic, flirtatious, and far too good at pretending she's fine. But rebuilding a life she never planned to return to is harder than expected-especially when it means reconnecting with the people she left behind. Including Gerard 'Gibsie' Gibson. Four years ago, Gibsie only knew Evie as Johnny's annoying little sister. Now she's somehow become the funniest person in every room-and the one person he can't stop thinking about. But Evie's still figuring out who she is beyond the dream she lost, and Gibsie has always hidden more behind his jokes than anyone realises. Between rugby matches, late-night baking, school chaos, and the kind of friendship that slowly becomes something more, Evie and Gibsie might just help each other heal in ways neither of them expected. If they can stop driving each other insane first.

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐝. Number 14 on the pitch. Disappointment to his parents, never been worth enough to love properly, and comes with a bucket load of childhood trauma. He's a cold, mean guy on the surface but there's a lot more to this kid than meets the eye. When he crosses paths with a girl who he's never taken notice of in his life he finds a glimmer of hope. A nightlight in the dark. Maybe they'll be enought to save one another. But only time will tell. 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐫. Forever 14. No she isn't dead. Well, not physically anyway. But something inside of her certainly died at this age. With a rough childhood she thought it couldn't really get much worse but every time she thought she'd hit rock bottom it would get ten times worse. Until he came into her life. Number fourteen. With not a lot to go on there's only one person who's able to make her forget all the bad stuff. Even if it's only for a moment. Can he make the number fourteen mean something more than the age she died inside? Let's find out.

𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑲𝒂𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒈𝒉 x 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑩𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒔 𝑪𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒆 seems to have a perfect life. Loving family, wonderful friends, sweetest boyfriend. But Catherine wasn't able to enjoy any of that because of her mind. She is trying to control any situation she can and while taking her control back she finds herself pushing away all the people she needs most. 𝑹𝒐𝒓𝒚 has always been seen as the perfect athlete, brother, and friend. Selfless Rory is constantly saving everyone around him, that's just who he is. But when Rory is the one who needs saving who is going to save him? The pressure of rugby and his life in general is becoming too much, he's losing control. Boys of Tommen fanfic

DECEIVING 9 Boys of tommen second Gen ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ Alannah Walsh or more famously known as Lana Holland, knew pain like the backside of her own hand. Raising her younger siblings alone, having an unreliable twin, does things to a person who has already fallen between the cracks of life. Trying desperately to hold herself over water while she drowns in the things she promised to never do, for they were making her more and more like her own father. All she really needs is someone to motivate her to continue swimming, something to make want to stay instead of drowning in the drugs and alcohol, and the constant pit of regret and guilt the Holland girl has carved in her heart. ❀ ❀ ❀ AJ Lynch, the bad boy at tommen college, the one they fawn over with beating eyes, yet he did not seem to spare anyone a second glare, no matter how pretty or smart, the was more focused on living his life in comfort of what he knew with certainty. AJ had found comfort and a family but he couldn't help but fell that something was missing in his soul, until he laid eyes on the dark haired dream, she was everything he could not predict, which made him want to get closer to the shut of girl. Determined to know who Lana really was and not just the facade she uses to push others way. Wanting to help someone who isn't willing seems to be a recurring theme in the lynch family, and AJ would certainly not fall out of that category May he succeed in making the holland girl swim to surface or will he just drown with her? ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ "You'll drown." "As long as I am right besides you." ≿━━━━༺❀༻━━━━≾ CONTENT WARNING •Addiction •drugs •alcohol •underage drinking •violence •abuse •sexual assault •sexual themes •other mature themes. 🎀 You are warned if you feel that is this yo much I do not recommend this book for you, I hope you enjoy

Rory Kavanagh was fine until Maeve Gibson started dating his worst enemy. She's his best friend. She's not supposed to get under his skin like this. Now she's pulling away, and Rory can't stop watching, can't stop wanting. Something's off. Something's wrong. And he's running out of time to stop it.

Rory Kavanagh. My brother's best friend. The fella who's been in and out of our house since we were barely out of nappies-boots on the floor, toast crumbs everywhere, laughing loud enough to shake the walls. He's always just been Rory. Tyler's mate. Part of the furniture. When we were younger, I used to tag along after them like a shadow, thinking he was only half-human, half-superhero. Never thought much of it. But then I blinked, and we weren't kids anymore. He grew taller, broader, nicer somehow. And suddenly I was seeing him differently. Like, dangerously differently. Now I'm tutoring him-me, the nerdy one-trying to keep him from flunking his exams. Every week it's just us at his kitchen table, his notes ignored, him grinning across at me like he's in on some secret I'm too afraid to name. He's still Tyler's best friend. Still the one I shouldn't even be thinking about. Right? ...Right? ***** Tanna Biggs. Jaysus, she's something else. Always has been. Sweet, quiet, clever as anything. Used to follow me and Tyler around asking a thousand questions, and I'd roll my eyes, but truth be told, I never minded. She's grown up now though. And she's class. Proper gorgeous-the type of girl who doesn't even realise she is. Hair like sunlight, brown eyes that make you forget your own name, freckles she pretends to hate but I swear could start wars. She's small, soft-spoken, but she's sharper than anyone I know. She's meant to be helping me study, but half the time I've no idea what she's saying. I'm too busy watching her laugh, pushing her glasses up her nose, biting her lip when she's concentrating. I keep telling myself to cop on. She's my best friend's little sister. Off-limits. But every time she looks at me with those eyes, all shy and sure at once, I can't help thinking- maybe some rules are meant to be broken.