Gibsiegibson Stories

𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘽𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘼 𝙂𝘼𝙇𝙇𝘼𝙂𝙃𝙀𝙍 never asked for permission. She had money, charm, and a last name that made doors swing wide open - but she also had a talent for chaos. And the second she set her sights on Shannon Lynch, she found herself tangled up with the one person immune to her effortless pull. 𝙅𝙊𝙀𝙔 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃 wasn't impressed by Arabella's car, her smirk, or the way she could turn his sister's world upside down with a snap of her fingers. Protective, sharp-edged, and impossible to intimidate, he had one rule: keep his family safe. Arabella leaned across the table, smirk tugging at her lips. "Careful, Lynch. Scowling like that'll give you wrinkles." Joey didn't look up from his phone. "And talking like that'll get you smacked." She gasped theatrically, clutching her chest. "Violent and charming. Be still, my heart." For the first time all day, Joey's mouth twitched - the ghost of a smile he refused to give her.

Éabha Gibson, the girl who always longed for her brother to choose her just once over his childhood best friend. After loosing her twin sister and dad due to a traumatic drowning incident, Éabha never figured out what life she wanted and how on earth she was meant to get by. After finding out her brother was the reason two members of her family fell into the water, she wanted to nothing to do with him. Now starting at Tommen, Éabha slowly realizes she should cherish what family she has left. Tadgh Lynch, the Lynch who hasn't quite found his person yet. Sean and Ollie had each other. Shannon had Johnny. Joey had Aoife. His parents were six feet under. Now living this fancy new life, Tadgh isn't sure how to deal with it. He's hot-headed and acts without thinking. He acts on his aggression. Now it's their first day of first year in Tommen College. They both just want to be someone's first choice.

For Joey Lynch, the world was never anything but a rotten, cruel battlefield. Born on a holiday meant for light, he was instead forged in the darkness of an abusive legacy, forced to become a protector before he was even a boy. He is a creature of trauma and raw survival, forever battling the seductive, drowning pull of addiction that promises a final escape. But there has always been a light in the dark for him. Just a singular, defiant spark: Estella, his sister's best friend. She is a magnificent anomaly, a walking, breathing sunbeam in his grime-coated life. Her hair is a shock of bright, liquid silver, catching the light like spilled moonlight, framing a face that is dizzyingly, charmingly cute. Her eyes, wide and unnerving, are the colour of molten silver.When she stares up at Joey, meeting his trauma-hardened gaze with her impossible luminosity and a cheeky, uncompromising grin, he knows: she is trouble. The necessary kind. He has lost everything: his peace, his innocence, his stability. But she is the one thing that can never slip away. Not when he snarls and retreats like a cornered animal; she simply stares, her bright eyes unsettlingly steady, and deploys that silly, confident grin. God, he is putty in her hands. The temptation between them is a physical, humming wire, stretched taut for years. But when they finally give in-when the shadow reaches for the light, and the light does not pull away-things dare to take a turn for the worse. As Joey fights his darkest demons, trying to fend off his violent father and the relentless grip of addiction, he discovers that the girl who glows has been quietly burning, too. They need to decide if this fierce, hard-won love can genuinely tame all the anger and war within them... ... and if a single, silver light is truly the answer to all the world's rot.

Vivienne Black and Eoin Gibson Gibson 2nd Gen × Fem OC

𝕴𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 13 │❝ Marissa Was Tied To My Soul. ❞ johnny kavanagh ﾒ oc fmc. written by nai. ⋆˙⟡ plot by clairebiggs. cover by clairebiggs.

1st book of the series > Maeve Callahan knows how to disappear. At home, she stays quiet to survive. At school, she keeps her head down to avoid being seen. Moving to Cork was supposed to be a fresh start. But when her twin sister comes home high during their first week, Maeve is forced to follow the trail-and it leads straight to Tadgh Lynch. He's loud. He's reckless. He's trouble. And Maeve is sure he's the one who dragged her sister into it. Except... he's not. What starts as a brutal misunderstanding spirals into something messier. Angrier. Closer. Maeve doesn't trust boys like Tadgh. And Tadgh doesn't let anyone close enough to know the truth. But beneath their sharp words and silent glares, they're both carrying more than they can handle alone. Secrets. Pain. Shame. Fire. The kind of damage that doesn't go away just because you pretend it never happened. As friendships shift, lines blur, and emotions burn slow and hot, Maeve and Tadgh will have to decide whether to keep blaming each other-or face the things they've spent years trying to forget. An enemies-to-lovers story about trauma, trust, and the people who become home when everything else falls apart.

"Street Between Us" follows the decade‑long rivalry‑turned‑bond between eight‑year‑old Elena Garcia and nine‑year‑old Johnny Kavanagh, two across‑the-street neighbors whose lives become permanently entangled from the moment they meet. Their friendship is not gentle. Their connection is not quiet. Their story begins with a disaster-and only gets louder from there. Within weeks, they will be inseparable. Within months, they will be in and out of each other's houses like they share a key. Within years, they will be known across the neighborhood-and eventually the school-as the chaotic pair next door. They will fight. They will bicker. They will compete. They will annoy each other to the brink of madness. But they will also grow up side by side. They will become each other's constant. They will become each other's home. Their story begins with a ruined lasagna. It becomes something much bigger.

EVANGELINE NIAMH YOUNG the prodigy child, the perfect prima ballerina, soft-spoken, well mannered, kind hearted everyone loves her but Tommen's golden girl has a secret she doesn't want anyone finding out ... OR ...JOSEPH THEODORE LYNCH finds his sisters friends sister on the wrong side of town and an odd friendship forms as she begs him to keep her secret (started 27-1-26) (boys of tommen book series) (@-AARONSWARNER, 2026)

❝𝐈𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐮𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 '𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐰𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮❞ ──── ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ──── in which years of adoration and hopeless romanticism by 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 finally turn into a reality 𝐎𝐑 in which 𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧 decides to break the one rule set by his best friend after years of pent up frustrations gerard gibson x fem!oc (all characters except my own belong to Chloe Walsh and her book series Boys of Tommen)

Welcome back to Cork in this Gibson x Lynch fanfic. This takes place during 2005 onwards from the points of views of Bethany Gibson, Gibsies little sister, who in the books drowned at a very young age, and Tadhg Lynch, Shannon and Joeys little brother, who is hooked the moment he sees Beth.You have to read the books before reading this or you will not understand lots of things and will be spoiled. Enjoy!

Oh how the tables turn for Joey Lynch. While he struggled to protect himself and his siblings from his own father, he finds himself distracted by a girl. But this time around she's the one who wants nothing to do with him. Wrenly Gibson has changed since that awful period of time that shall not be named. Some say she's more fun, others say it's self destructive. When the new girl's brother shows interest in her.. she sees the signs in him that she refuses to recognize in herself. Will she continue to resist the pull? Is it another destructive decision or a life saving one?

Fiadh Biggs is the exact opposite of her older siblings, were they're all sunshine, she's rainclouds. Despite seeming perfect, she hides secrets and scars no one can know about. Not even the people closest to her. That's until a boy comes into her life, and changes everything. Tadgh Lynch as been trough it. With his parents dying in the fire and him finally moving in with his sisters boyfriend, his world seems to finally be turning around. But even though everything looks great from the outside, things can still be dark inside... Boys of tommen fanfic Tadgh lynch x fem oc

" 𝐢 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 " - 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐤𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 , 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 by : alice liddel <3 2025 started : december 27th , 2024 published : august 11th , 2025 ended : ongoing

Boys of Tommen fanfic Oliver lynch x Fem OC

FORGIVING 6 │❝ She Is The Gold. His Gold. ❞ joey lynch ﾒ oc fmc. written by juilet. On the windswept edge of Ballylaggin, Fiadh Delaney lives in the suffocating silence of a home fractured by her father's war. To the town, she is the "Golden Girl" in floral dresses and scuffed boots-a vision of purity. But Fiadh is a runner, outpacing shadows and bleeding her truth onto paper. For ten years, she has sent her soul to the town's most dangerous wreckage: Joey Lynch. She signs every secret with three lethal words: P.S. I Love You. Joey is a storm of bruised knuckles and defensive fires, a boy the world gave up on. He lives for her ink, consuming her "gold" in a way that feels sickeningly wrong yet keeps his heart beating. He is the dirt; she is the heaven he isn't allowed to enter. He knows he is poison, and he's prepared to be the monster she fears just to keep her light from dimming. But when Fiadh intervenes to protect a new girl at school, they finally collide. It isn't a meeting; it's a brutal, bone-deep wreck. Joey tries to push her away, terrified his darkness will stain her, but Fiadh isn't afraid of the shadows she's lived in them too. The walls Joey spent a lifetime building finally shatter when he sees her in a rain-drenched street, holding his shamed mother with a tenderness Ballylaggin doesn't possess. In that moment, he realizes the terrifying truth: Fiadh Delaney isn't just a girl from a mailbox. She is an angel who walked out of heaven to find him in the dirt-the only war he is finally willing to lose. © clairebiggs 𓋰 2026 ›

Niamh Gibson is the quiet girl at tommen- smart, calculated and doing everything in her power to blend in- the exact opposite of her brother. Weighed down by her trauma and the weight of everyone expectations, the sunshine girl that she once where is long gone. But when a new boy transfers to Tommen, everything changes... Finn Roche hasn't had an easy life. With his mother leaving him and his siblings with his verbally abusive father when he was just nine he has worked his entire life to make something of himself, and no one can ever get in the way of that. Fem oc x Male oc Boys of Tommen fanfic All characters belong to Chloe Walsh except Niamh and Finn + Finn's family

Tara Holland. Tadhg Lynch. Both burning embers of the same fire, moths to the same flame. Children torn apart by the cruelty of the world with no way to cope. Yet wild fires spread and Tara Holland and Tadhg Lynch are stuck in the same forest. Wood burns, ashes rise and from that darkness a new spark is born. A spark full of hope, desire and love. And Tara Holland and Tadhg Lynch are forever burning. In which a troubled girl finds her way with a blond boy beside her Or In which a damaged boy creates a new beginning with that very same girl.

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?

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐉 & 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐇 AJ Lynch. The boy I fell in love with when I was barely old enough to understand what love really was-and somehow, impossibly, the man I'm still in love with now. Everything with him feels like a fairytale most days. But there's one thing. One very shiny, very specific thing he hasn't done yet. He hasn't asked. And I'd be lying if I said I don't notice. I do. I notice every pause, every almost-moment, every time his hand lingers in his pocket like he's checking something's still there. I tell myself not to rush him, not after everything we've survived. Because old shadows have a way of resurfacing when you least expect them-quiet, heavy, unresolved. And when they creep back into view, even fairytales hold their breath. *** Catherine Biggs. The most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my entire life. Strong. Sharp. Soft where it matters. The python herself, coiled confidence and quiet fire. I know she's waiting. I know she deserves the question. The ring. The promise spoken out loud. And it is coming. Soon. But old shadows don't disappear just because you're happy now. They linger at the edges, reminding you of what you almost lost, what you barely survived. And when they step back into view, even the bravest man needs a moment to steady himself-because when I ask her, I want nothing standing between us. Not fear. Not ghosts. Not the past.