Lia love good was one of the quietest girls in the school, never noticed by anyone. No one payed attention to her until one night under the castle stars she meets Theodore Nott. As the year passes she starts to question whether or not she is falling for him or is it all a mind trick. He thinks the same. The question is will the two come to their senses and realise what right in front of them?

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.

Tadhg Lynch was bad news. He didn't belong at Tommen College, he didn't belong with the Kavanaghs, and he sure as hell didn't belong with stability. He was comfortable with that. Comfortable with the idea that he would always be the worst of the lot. The dangerous. The reckless. The black sheep. They could look at his scarred past all they wanted-because he didn't give a shit. But when Liv Twomey becomes determined to steal that reckless label for herself, the black sheep is forced into the last role he ever wanted: saving the principal's daughter. Liv Twomey didn't get punished. Ever. She fit perfectly into the box her parents built for her: pretty, smart, the principal's perfect girl. But when being good only earns you neglect, what's the point? Good girls stay tucked in at night. Bad girls go everywhere. She's ready to burn her perfect life to the ground. So why the hell is the most dangerous boy in school determined to catch her before she hits the floor?

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?

❀ ❊ ❁ ♡︎ In which Adeline Kavanagh has always been perfect, until her world is cracked and she becomes something else. Something different. And Gerard Gibson, her brother's best friend, is determined to figure out why that is. Brother's best friend trope. Gibsie x Female OC I do not own the boys of tommen series or any of the characters except Adeline, Grace and Declan. All rights go to Chloe Walsh.

Tadhg Lynch and Orlaith McCarty were never simple together it was collision, not calm. He was anger disguised as armour reckless, defensive, and convinced he'd only ever be abandoned. She was fire behind walls sharp, guarded, and terrified that letting anyone in would cost her everything. Both carried damage they never learned how to explain, only how to hide. When they met, it wasn't healing. It was recognition. Two people who understood pain too well but had no idea how to share it without breaking each other further. They pulled at each other in ways that felt like comfort one moment and destruction the next. Neither of them trusted love, but somehow they kept ending up in it.