𝗠𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗿 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗿. 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲𝗻 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘀, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲. 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘂𝗽 - 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻. 𝗥𝘂𝗻𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹. 𝗟𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲 - 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

"𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭. 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡, 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝" Tadhg Lynch x Leah Daly

Rory Kavanagh was fine until Maeve Gibson started dating his worst enemy. She's his best friend. She's not supposed to get under his skin like this. Now she's pulling away, and Rory can't stop watching, can't stop wanting. Something's off. Something's wrong. And he's running out of time to stop it.

She is under water, but he will pull her out. Whatever it takes. Tadgh Lynch doesn't do distractions. He's guarded, sharp, and has more baggage than he lets on. But starting at Tommen College, nothing's supposed to shake him-not even her. Jaylana Pierce is quiet, bruised, and hiding something no one else sees. Secrets are second nature to her. Survival depends on them. Tadgh knows he should stay away. But the more he sees through her walls, the harder that becomes. And saving her might just cost him everything.

Caoimhe Kavanagh doesn't do feelings-especially not for Liam Gibson. He's loud, charming, and hopelessly in love with someone else. But somewhere between the teasing and the late-night chats, she falls. And the worst part? He doesn't even see her.

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.

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)

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.

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.