Liam Lynch. Everyone says his name like it explains him. The town's golden boy. Lizzie likes him. Teachers like him. Old women in the shop like him. He remembers birthdays and asks about your granny and carries bags without being asked. He is always there. That's the part I can't get my head around. He stands too close sometimes. Not in a scary way. Just... close. Like he's afraid if he steps back, I'll disappear. He says he loves me. I nod when he says it because that's what you do. I don't know what love is meant to feel like in the body. People say it's warm or fizzy or like fireworks, but my chest just feels the same as always-tight, flat, like someone's pressed pause. Sometimes my stomach hurts around him, but I don't know if that means something good or something bad. Hunger and nerves feel the same to me. Fear and excitement too. Everything is all mixed up, like colours bleeding together. He doesn't leave me alone. Ever. If I walk home, he walks with me. If I sit somewhere quiet, he appears like he's been summoned. People say I'm lucky. They say he's protective. I don't know the difference between protection and being trapped. Sometimes he smiles at me and my chest tightens sharper than usual. Sometimes I want him to stop talking. Sometimes I want him to stay. I don't know which feeling is which. I don't know if what he calls love is what I feel, or if what I feel is nothing at all. *** Maeve O'Neill ruined me the second I saw her. Not in a loud way. Quiet. Permanent. She doesn't say much, but I don't need words from her. I'll read the silences. I'll fill the gaps. I'll love her enough for both of us if I have to. Even when she looks at me like she's trying to solve a puzzle and can't find the edges, I don't get angry. I get patient. I can wait. I don't care if it costs me. I don't care if it hurts. I'll protect her. I'll help her. I'll stay beside her until she understands what love is-or until I disappear trying.

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.

A Lizzie Young story

Hughie Biggs. The love of my bloody life. The fella I swore I'd grow old with, get a ring on my finger from, have the big church wedding, the lot. I used to lie awake at night and picture his hand in mine, picture his laugh bouncing off the walls of our kitchen. Back then, I didn't have the faintest clue about the way the world could chew you up and spit you out. I remember us when we were younger, before everything went sour. When Caoimhe was still alive, when her laugh could still fill a room. When I still had friends-real ones, the kind you'd sit on the green with till it got dark, passing a bag of crisps around, talking rubbish and thinking it meant the world. Back then, we were untouchable, or so we thought. But nothing lasts, does it? Not love, not family, not even friendship. Everything rots eventually, like fruit left out too long. Secrets crawl their way to the surface no matter how deep you bury them, and when they do, they choke you. That's what happened to me. That's what happened to Hughie. The truth came crawling, and it ruined everything. So I've made up my mind. I can't stay here, not in this cursed town, not walking the same streets where his hand used to brush mine, where Caoimhe used to skip beside me, where I laughed like I actually believed in tomorrow. It's all poisoned now. Every corner, every memory, every face that looks at me like they know more than they should. I'm leaving. For good this time. I'll pack a bag, take nothing but what I can carry, and I'll vanish before anyone can stop me. No goodbyes, no explanations. Just gone. Because the truth is, there's nothing left here for me anymore-only ghosts, and I've had enough of them to last me a lifetime.

This story is set immediately after Lizzie and Hugh's painful breakup, and follows Lizzie as she struggle with the aftermath of her mistakes and the damage she's done to their relationship. She knows Hugh deserves better-someone "normal," someone whole-while she's trapped in her own darkness, fighting to be the best she can be but still broken inside. Hugh is trying to protect his peace, but Lizzie wonders how long she can keep herself Away from her sun just to stop her shadows from pulling him under. How long before her past consumes them both?, Lizzie grapples with her bipolar disorder, her trauma, mistakes and the added weight of breaking Hugh's heart. My TikTok: _kmsedits_ (I have some edits on there 😊)

Lizzie Young x Hugh Biggs story after Releasing 10. Lizzie returns from treatment carrying the guilt of betraying Hugh, the boy who once held her together. He's moved on with someone safer, but their history still sparks every time they cross paths. Both Lizzie and Hugh must decide whether to let each other go or face the mess they've made together.

Claiming 10 (Our Version) *Friday Weekly Uploads* A Boys of Tommen* Inspired Fanfiction written by three spiralling fans. They broke each other. Now comes the reckoning-and the return. Picking up right where Releasing 10 left off, Claiming 10 (Our Version) follows Hughie and Lizzie as they navigate the fallout of everything unsaid, everything unfinished-and everything still burning between them. The kiss was never just a kiss. The love never really left. But neither did the damage. As secrets surface, truths are revealed, and the fragile trust between friends begins to crack, Hughie and Lizzie must confront not only what happened between them-but who they've become in the aftermath. Forgiveness won't come easy. And neither will the road back to each other. But in a world of heartbreak, betrayal, and shifting loyalties, one thing remains certain: Real love doesn't fade. And if it's meant to be, it'll find its way back. No matter what. This is their story. Messy. Honest. Addictive. Theirs. Our Version. *All rights reserved to Chloe Walsh. This story is a fan fiction inspired by the world and characters from the Boys of Tommen series. It is a work of fiction and is not affiliated with or endorsed by the original author. All rights to the original content belong to Chloe Walsh. Songs/Vibes Playlist: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1ythjVBMdP8XHX14j8hS9v?si=1ac72e1e3c134560

Brendan Clearly. He was the lad I liked since I was barely out of pigtails, the one who never slagged me off when the rest of the boys thought it was gas. He was different. Always smiling, always asking me if I'd eaten, like some little mammy trapped in a seventeen-year-old fella's body. It sounds stupid, but those tiny things kept me going. And then I went and wrecked it. Not just with him-no, I managed to shatter it with all of them. My friends, the ones who made the halls feel less lonely, the ones who kept me tethered here when the world felt too heavy. Gone. Because of me. Just a mistake, that's all it was, but a mistake that cost me everything. And now when I see him across the yard, laughing with the others, it's like a knife. He doesn't even look my way. And I deserve that, don't I? *** Caoimhe Kavanagh. Once upon a time she was my best mate. The kind of girl you'd sit on a wall with for hours, talking about nothing and everything. She was soft, kind, never the type to go looking for trouble. But now? I hardly recognise her. She's gone cold, sharp, always hanging 'round with that crowd-the type of people you know are only bad news. Ciggies tucked in their sleeves, mouths full of poison. And she's right there in the middle of it, like she belongs to them now. Part of me wants to write her off, tell myself she's not the Caoimhe I knew. That girl's dead and gone. But... I can't. I remember too much. The way she used to laugh, the way she'd defend you even when you were being a gobshite, the way she cared more than she ever let on. That's still inside her, I swear it is. I don't care how hard she tries to hide behind the mask she's wearing now-I know my friend is in there somewhere. And I'll drag her back if I have to. Because she's worth it.