𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 He was so happy. How was he so happy all the time? Nobody is that happy. It's impossible. ____________________________________ 𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 I hated everything about myself. The way my body matured differently than Shannon's. The way my body was curved and built for the eyes of man. I hated me. I hated everything. 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐍 𝐆𝐈𝐁𝐒𝐎𝐍 I was funny. Not as funny as my brother. I had a nice smile, my mother told me so(but she wouldn't believe me if I had told her) I was good at smiling, it made me look happy and that made me feel happy. I wanted to wipe any unhappy memories out of my brain, I wanted to clean the dirt dug into my skin. But I can't. So I'm just happy. 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝟖 BOYS OF TOMMEN FANFIC #1 Shannonlynch (12/29/24 #1 chloewalsh (1/6/25

I had always thought rugby was all I was. That's what I believed defined my worth. Until I met her. From that moment, I found myself searching for her in every little thing I did. Any excuse would do just to be near her. She was in my head and I couldn't shake her-not that I wanted to. I loved her. I craved her. She had been a tough one to get. And even harder to keep.

I had never needed anyone. I didn't know what it was like to need a person until I met him. I needed him. He looked at me as if there was something inside me worth looking at. I hated him for it. Why? Because I could see myself loving him. If only things had happened differently.

They say the hardest battles are the ones fought for alone. That's a lie. The hardest battle is realizing you've gone from needing a hero to survive the day, to finally owning the quiet, terrifying strength it takes to build a future that is not just yours, but ours. We had our ambitions: his on the pitch, mine in the track. We had our timeline, drawn up neatly and logically, ready for the world of grown-ups. But the world laughs at timelines. It laughs when a simple twist of fate changes the whole equation. The craving had been intoxicating. The needing was a lifeline. But this? This was undeniably, completely, mine.

In which Maeve Connor is a broken girl and Johnny Kavanagh is the boy that tries to piece her back together. A Boys of Tommen fanfiction. (Book 1 of 2)

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