Everyone remembers the Lynch fire. Everyone remembers the bodies carried out. But no one remembers the boy left standing in the middle of it all. Tadhg Lynch isn't the golden Lynch boy. He isn't the baby who got shielded from the worst, or the oldest who carved a new life with a family of his own. He's the one in between. The one who saw everything, took the blows meant for his younger brothers, and carried scars no one wanted to look too closely at. Brave. Bold. Mouthy. A joker when he can manage it. And broken enough that nothing ever really sticks. Bethany Gibson is the girl who shouldn't have lived. She was three when the water took her under, when her father gave his life to save hers. She grew up in the shadow of grief, wrapped in the protection of a brother who bled for her in ways she only half understands. Sweet, funny, too kind for her own good-Bethany knows what it is to survive, but not yet what it means to live. When Bethany collides with Tadhg at Tommen, it's fire meeting oxygen-sharp words, sharp looks, a pull neither of them can shake. He's crude, cruel with his jokes, too much for anyone to handle. She's soft where he's jagged, sunshine where he's ash. He calls her Barbie. She calls him an arsehole. And somewhere between the laughs and the fights, they start to see the cracks in each other. But fixing what's shattered isn't simple. Not when trauma festers. Not when grief never loosens its grip. Not when love means putting your hands into the fire all over again. Funny. Raw. Heartbreaking. Fixing 9 is a story about the girl who wouldn't stop caring, the boy who didn't know how to be cared for, and the brutal, beautiful mess of trying to save each other when the world already tried to burn or drown you alive.

HEAVEN SENT|HOLDING 8 Boys of Tommen next generation. Heaven Gibson was born into legacy. The daughter of Tommen royalty, she had everything-money, reputation, the perfect family name. But Heaven? She wanted none of it. Wild, sharp-tongued, and untouchable, she walks the halls of Tommen College with a cigarette in her hand and a chip on her shoulder. She's the girl your parents warned you about-and the one you still can't look away from. AJ Lynch was born into shadows. With a last name soaked in history and a future weighed down by expectation, he lives by discipline, control, and silence. The last thing he needs is a girl like Heaven Gibson. They've hated each other for as long as anyone can remember. Heaven thinks he's a judgmental snob. AJ thinks she's reckless and broken. But hate is a fine line. And lines were made to be crossed.

𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒆 writes love letters she never sends. They're quiet, private, and meant to stay hidden-just like her. Joey Lynch was never supposed to read one. slowburn + updating regularly

Rory Kavanagh has everything he thought he wanted. A professional rugby contract. Fame. Family who love him. A future laid out in gold. But when a chance encounter in a Dublin supermarket brings him face to face with her-Lana McGarry, the girl he once loved and walked away from-Rory's world tilts. She isn't the reckless fifteen-year-old who used to steal his heart in the backseat of his car. She's twenty-one now, tougher, guarded, and carrying more than just her own weight. She's a mother. Lana never planned on seeing Rory again. Not after London fell apart. Not after her family disowned her. Not after Jamie-the baby she refused to give up-became her whole world. She's built her life out of scraps and stubbornness, surviving on her own, and she won't let anyone, least of all Rory Kavanagh, make her feel small again. But Rory isn't the boy who left her. And every time he pushes past her defenses-every time he reaches for Jamie like the boy was always meant to be in his arms-Lana feels that dangerous spark catch fire again. Now Rory has to decide if he's willing to risk everything he's built for the only girl he's ever loved. And Lana has to decide if she's brave enough to believe him this time. Because some first loves never really end. And some second chances cost everything.

Caoimhe Kavanagh Sixteen, quiet but stubborn. Always the good girl, the rule-follower-until Aidan. She's smart, a little lost, and suddenly in way over her head. But she's all in. Heart first, logic later. Aidan Holland Seventeen, bruised in more ways than one. Loyal, guarded, and trying like hell not to ruin the one good thing in his life-Caoimhe. He's never had soft before, and now he's terrified to lose it. Set in early 2010s Cork, Finding 17 follows sixteen-year-old Caoimhe, the girl who's always done everything right, and Aidan, the boy born into everything wrong. Their secret connection ignites-messy, reckless, and impossibly tender. But as lies pile up and threats close in, they'll both have to choose: stay safe or risk everything for a love that was never supposed to happen.

𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐁𝐇À𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 is used to blending in. She's the girl with ink on her fingers and headphones always around her neck, the quiet type who prefers comic books and coding to crowded parties. With divorced parents and a split life between two houses, she's learned to stay steady on her own. At Tommen, she's known more for her brains than her presence, until she's assigned to tutor 𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐊𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐀𝐇. Rory is everything Siobhán isn't. The golden boy. The all-smiles Kavanagh. Charming, popular, and seemingly untouchable, he carries the weight of expectation with a grin that fools everyone. Everyone except her. Beneath the grin, she sees the cracks, an anxious boy trying to hold it all together, desperate not to let anyone down. What starts as awkward tutoring sessions turns into something deeper: stolen laughs, late-night conversations, and an unexpected tether between two people who never thought they'd collide. But when rumours swirl and Rory's carefully built mask begins to crumble, Siobhán has to decide if she can step out of the shadows to stand beside him, or risk losing the boy who finally made her feel seen. ‿̩͙⊱༒︎༻♱༺༒︎⊰‿̩͙ This is a fanfiction based on the Boys of Tommen series by Chloe Walsh. All original characters, storylines, and settings from the series belong entirely to her. I don't claim ownership of Rory Kavanagh, the Kavanagh family, or any other characters created by Chloe Walsh. The only exception is Siobhán Wilkinson and any other original characters of my own creation, who belong to me. This story is purely for fun, with no profit involved, and written out of love and appreciation for Chloe Walsh's incredible world and characters. 💛

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?

TADHG LYNCH X FEM!OC "Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string tying you to me?" "Hey, Tadhg." "Hey, Blue" INDIGO MILLER LIKES SAFETY. If anything, she yearns for it. Yet the least safe place for her is the place she calls home. For a fresh start, she begins to attend Tommen. Will this be a good choice? Or one that leads her further down a path of destruction? TADHG LYNCH HATES MOST PEOPLE. His walls have been cleverly built from years of trauma, but at what cost? And what will it take for his walls to crumble? ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶ ❭❭─❥─➣ 'Isn't it just so pretty to think, all along there was some invisible string, tying you to me?' INVISIBLE STRING - TAYLOR SWIFT ❭❭─❥─➣ 'And i know none of this will matter in the long run. But i know a sound is still a sound around no one.' I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME - FIONA APPLE ❭❭─❥─➣ 'Don't let this darkness fool you. All lights turned off, can be turned on.' CALL YOUR MOM - NOAH KAHAN ❭❭─❥─➣ 'And i'd give up forever to touch you, cause i know that you feel me somehow. You're the closest to heaven that i'll ever be and i don't wanna go home right now.' IRIS - THE GOO GOO DOLLS

--- Just then the door he was heavily leaning on flew inward. "Ronan!" The girl exclaimed in horror as she dropped to her knees beside him. She was the same girl from English who caught my attention earlier, kneeling beside the Rugby Dick, her hands hovering over his broken nose with all the care in the world. Her long hair were sprawled across her shoulders in a way that I couldn't see her face... that was until she looked up at me- shit. --- Tadhg Lynch doesn't do quiet. He hits hard, plays harder, and runs from anything that feels like home. Saoirse McGarry has made 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭 her world. Shy, diabetic, and always a shadow in her brother's world. They were never meant to cross paths until... Tadhg knocks her brother down, and everything changes. A boy who doesn't even take 5 seconds to snap but only lets one girl calm his chaos.

Amaya Kavanagh has lived her whole life in her brothers shadow. An elite athlete in her own right she is fighting to find her own place in the world. But when someone starts a smear campaign against her - can she navigate her way through it with the help of her newly expanded family.