Leah was lucky. After a lifetime of poverty, her and her mother were saved. She had new clothes, a new house, a fancy new school, a new step father, and everything she had ever lacked. But as it too often is, everything was too good to be true. Yes, her private school uniform is pristine but the bruises that lie underneath tell a different story. But she can hide it, she just has to get through this year, and then she can be free, but everything starts to unravel when she meets a boy. At age twelve, Tadhg was saved. He got out of that haunted house. He had adoptive parents that adored him, his siblings were happy, and he was finally safe. So why did he still feel this way? Why was he still on edge after all these years? He should be thriving like his brothers and his sister, and yet he wasn't. He was numb to it all, until he met her. She unraveled him. This is a Boys of Tommen fan fiction, following Tadhg Lynch and Leah Daly. This story is the third instalment in my 'Boys of Tommen You Series' and is connected to my other two stories, 'Seeing You' and 'Haunting You' but are not required to read before this one. Also I'll start updating this story once I finish 'Haunting You' All of these characters belong to Chloe Walsh, I do not claim any of them as my own, this is purely for fun. As there is not much information surrounding Tadhg and Leah's story, I won't be following any canon, and Leah's story will be entirely created by me. TW: This story will include character death(flashbacks), domestic abuse, child abuse, sexual abuse, drug addiction, smoking, mental illnesses and overall a lot of trauma. There will also be some explicit scenes that are 16+. I will however be putting specific warnings for different chapters, so you can avoid triggers. Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoy! (Comment any questions or suggestions that you have for me)

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

Caoimhe Kavanagh, has never minded the chaos, she embraced it. With a sketchbook in her bag, Taylor Swift in her ears, and Aiden Gibson at her side, they'd been best friends for as long as she could remember. From skipping class to swapping playlists and hiding on rooftops, Aiden has always been the one person who makes the chaos feel less loud. But lately, things feel... different. And when Aiden's ex-girlfriend-the girl he'd dramatically once sworn he'd never stop loving-returns, everything starts to shift. One dramatic plea and a fake relationship later, Caoimhe finds herself playing pretend with the boy she's spent her whole life trying not to fall for. She's always known how to keep things light. But this? This feels like heartbreak in slow motion. And everyone knows it-apart from her. Aiden Gibson has never taken much seriously-not school, not rugby, and definitely not his reputation. But Caoimhe has always been different. She's his calm in the storm, his partner in crime, the girl who he hums Paper Rings under her breath for and somehow makes everything feel a little less impossible. He told himself it was all just for show. That he could fake a relationship with her and walk away untouched. But the longer they pretend, the harder it gets to ignore the truth he's been avoiding for years. Because sometimes the real thing sneaks up on you-disguised as a joke, wrapped in friendship and unavoidable.

Trauma; a deeply distressing experience that overwhelms a person's ability to cope, resulting in lasting negative impacts on their emotional, psychological, and physical well-being. ---- "I love you." "It'll pass." ---- Fem oc x Male oc Boxer x Rugby Player -- book 2 of 2 #1 johnny

Book 1: She felt unlovable and untrusting but deep down she trusted him anyway. He looked at everyone but never knew what love actually was until that first look Triggered Warnings: Physical abuse, sexual assault, drugs, NSFW, violence, panic attacks Boys of Tommen Fanfic OC x OC

Juliette Ferras and Aaron Warner have been running Sector 45 for two years now, and things are mostly the same... mostly. When the world around Juliette crumbles, once again, becoming trapped in a cell. With Aaron preparing to propose before Juliette's disappearance. Though while being held captive, Juliette unravels a life changing discovery - that leaves her shocked beyond belief. --- *must read before this* Shatter Me Unravel Me Ignite Me --- ⚠️TRIGGER WARNINGS WILL BE ON THE FIST PAGE OF THE FANFIC, NAMED TW's!⚠️ --- ⚠️Disclamer⚠️ These characters are all from the Shatter Me Series, by Tahereh Mafi.

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.

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! ♱

Tadgh Lynch doesn't lose focus. He's sharp, volatile, and not here to play nice. First year at Tommen, he's already collecting enemies-and Leah Daly's at the top of the list. Leah Daly's fierce, stubborn, and hiding the kind of damage you don't talk about. She's built for survival, and Tadgh's the last person she wants anywhere near her. She hates him. He hates her. That should've been the end of it. But the more he sees, the more it looks like his history repeating itself. And once he recognises it, walking away isn't an option. Even if saving her burns him all over again.

Edel doesn't do soft. She doesn't do safe. And she definitely doesn't do sober. She walks into BCS with sharp eyes, dirty secrets, and an addiction she pretends she controls. A dead father. An alcoholic mother. A home that never felt like one. Until John Kavanagh. John has money, a future, and a family that still works. A life Edel was never meant to touch. Different worlds. Same school. She doesn't need saving. He doesn't know he's trying anyway. Some girls don't run because they're reckless. They run because staying would kill them.