Historias de Shaneholland

Madeline Holland knew she wasn't destined for much in her life. Aj Lynch had a bright future a head of him. Everything was swell until the party at the Lynch house. The night that changed Madeline forever. And Aj had to watch it happen. Boys of Tommen fan fiction! Started: February 1st 2026

At Tommen College, everyone knows who Anthony Joseph Lynch is. Rugby prodigy. Hurling captain. Tattooed heartbreaker. The golden son of a legacy no one dares cross. And everyone knows who Alanna Holland is. Dealer's daughter. Diner girl. The pretty girl with the too-sweet smile and the wrong last name. She runs from her father's reputation. He runs from the weight of his own. Alanna survives on caffeine, forced smiles, and secrets she refuses to let anyone touch. She starves herself of food, of sleep, of truth. She tells everyone she's fine - even when her hands shake and her mind disappears from her own body. AJ thrives on chaos. He fights on the pitch, inks skin in the shop, works engines in the garage, and pretends the noise in his head is just part of who he is. He hates attention. Hates the whispers. Hates that no one sees past the temper and the tattoos. He decides tormenting her will be fun. She decides hating him will be easy. It isn't. Because when the grumpy golden boy starts walking her home from the rough end of town... When he learns how to ground her during dissociating spirals... When she's the only one who can calm his manic edges... Hate becomes something softer. Something terrifying. But Tommen doesn't forgive bloodlines. She thinks she's a burden. He thinks she's the only thing that's ever felt real. And loving each other might cost them everything.

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.

Alyssa Stark is the daughter of Tony Stark, the famous Iron Man. But he father isn't all that attentive. When she run away, she changes her name Nyssa, for less of connection to being Iron Man's daughter. As she's running, she is introduced to Camp Half Blood, where she is claimed as Hephaestus's daughter. How? Will Nyssa biggest secret ever be revealed? Will she ever she her real father again? Find out as she chooses between both of her lives. Who will she become, Alyssa or Nyssa?

𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐂𝐇 wants to escape. She wants to pack up and run far far away. Away from cork, away from her deadbeat father and away from all the noise. But it's not that simple. With 4 kids to look after, and an addict twin brother she refuses to let slip through the cracks, shes drowning in responsibility. She uses track as an outlet for all her pent up emotion, and damn was she good. Competing for Ireland Youth's on occasion. Gracie has endless potential, but limited motivation. She felt as if her life was worthless, that she was put in this life to survive and protect and not to live nor thrive. 𝐊𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 was done. He knew there was no escaping his surname and the history it was soaked in. No matter how hard he fights he just can't seem to outrun the shadow cast over all the good he has inside him. Battling wars constantly in his head, the only time it all went quiet was on the pitch. Just him, his team and a rugby ball. 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 grew up alongside eachother, they knew things about one another that no-one else did. But sometimes the present makes it hard to remember the past.

AJ Lynch trata de aprovechar la vida que su padre no pudo tener. Pero todo cambia cuando se encuentra con Niamh Holland. Niamh es hija de Shane Holland, hombre que destrozo la vida del padre de AJ, Joey Lynch. AJ inmediatamente la tacha pensando que es como si padre pero inebitamente no puede sacar sus ojos de ella

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.

oc x oc Rory Kavanagh & Imola Holland BOT second gen

SECOND GENERATION BOYS OF TOMMEN They said history never repeats itself, but in Cork, it always rhymed. It had been twenty years since the halls of Tommen College echoed with the chaos, heartbreak, and heady dreams of boys who grew up too fast and girls who burned like fire through their lives. Twenty years since Joey Lynch clawed his way out of pain and poverty, since Shannon like a storm tore through Johnny Kavanagh's carefully built walls, and since Gibsie Gibson proved the class clown had more depth than the sea. They had become parents now, somehow - the kind that showed up at matches screaming on the sidelines, who texted way too often, and who still drank pints together on Saturday nights like they were eighteen. And now, their children - bonded by blood, friendship, and stories too wild to be made up - were stepping into their own.

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.

AJ Lynch has everything he could dream of. Big family of happy people, Rugby and Hurling star, nice things but what happens when he finds himself falling under his dad's footsteps? Vivian Holland is struggling to survive in her nightmare of a house with her parents and addiction, every day feels like a fight for her life until she looks AJ's way. In this nightmare of companionship, will these enemies stay hating each other or will feelings fade towards something stronger trying to figure out this hell of a world? Enemies to lovers, or is it?

𝙊𝙋𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙄𝘼 𝙇𝙔𝙉𝘾𝙃'S fury was a storm that broke loose the second she saw her sister go down. Without a second thought, she mistook 𝙅𝙊𝙃𝙉𝙉𝙔 𝙆𝘼𝙑𝘼𝙉𝘼𝙂𝙃 for the culprit and decided he deserved a dose of his own medicine. Grabbing the rugby ball, she launched it back at him with a force that was all raw, righteous anger. Johnny saw her, and in that moment, the entire world outside of her seemed to fade away. He was a boy who lived and breathed the game, but her sheer intensity pulled his attention off the pitch. It wasn't her body he noticed first, but her eyes-the color of whiskey, sharp and defiant, framed by dark lashes that contrasted with the soft, rebellious pink in her hair. He noticed the way she swallowed hard, as if choking down words she couldn't dare to speak, and the way her jaw tightened before she unleashed a snarky remark at his best friend, Gibsie. He was captivated. But he knew, with a certainty that was both thrilling and terrifying, that girls like her came with a warning label. They were the ones who broke you and then laughed as you bled. Still, a dangerous instinct told him that to let her walk away would be a regret he'd carry forever. ♱ ᴏᴘʜᴇʟɪᴀ ʙʀɪᴅɢᴇᴛ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ, ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜɪʟᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴀꜰꜰᴀɪʀ. ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴀꜱ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴇᴀᴛᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴜᴛᴛᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ. ᴛʜᴇ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴅᴏɢ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙɪᴛᴇꜱ ᴅᴏᴡɴ! ꜱʜᴇ ᴇᴀᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ! ʙᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ'ꜱ ꜱᴄᴀʀᴇᴅ, ᴄʀʏɪɴɢ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴀʏɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ᴡᴀʏ ᴏᴜᴛ! ♱