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

"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. BOYS OF TOMMEN FIC Tadhg Lynch is a born protector. Growing up in an abusive home, he finds himself pushing people away, but also making sure they're safe. When the new girl in town catches him stealing from her store, a weird rivalry is formed...then a friendship...then more? Leah Daly lives with abusers. It's sickening, and her only escape is school and her friend's houses, especially one boy's who she grows quite an attachment to. CONTAINS THEMES OF: self harm, suicide, rape/sexual assault, drinking, drugs. #1 tadhg

𝐑𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐡 is rugby's prophet, with the raw talent inherited from his Father and unbreakable strength from his Mother he's set to be the next best thing. He's had his whole life planned out for him and he's okay with that. Until a trauma ridden girl takes over his entire being. 𝐍𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 has recently moved back to Cork in hopes of starting fresh. Unlike Rory, Nessa embodies none of her parent's traits, and she takes pride in the fact. She wants to keep her head down and get through school so that she can go and pursue her dancing career. Until a bulldozing boy inserts himself into her life and refuses to let go.

"Through anything?" "Through everything." Tadhg Lynch is fire and silence. With a brutal past and a father who taught him fear behind closed doors, Tadhg wears his trauma like armor-sharp, defensive, and unreadable. To most, that is. Nightmares consume him, trust eludes him, and peace is a foreign language he's convinced he would never come close to understanding. He recognizes pain the same way others recognize faces-especially in her. Ciara Bellemore is light dimmed too soon. Graceful and polite on the outside, but broken and dead on the inside. She hides bruises beneath long sleeves and hope beneath whispered prayers. With a mother fading from illness and a home filled with silence and control, Ciara clings to the only comfort she has the knowledge of-angels, feathers, and a belief in something better. When they collide, it's as though fire had met water. An invisible strength kept pulling the other into their orbit-either taunting the other with their presence or showing them what it owes.