Once upon a time, Rian Lynch was just... Rian. The lad who'd steal chips off my plate and swear they tasted better because they weren't his. The one who'd knock on our front door without texting first because apparently that was "more dramatic." Then Liam died. People say grief comes in waves. They're wrong. It crashes into you all at once and leaves bits of you scattered everywhere, and you spend the rest of your life trying to gather them back together. Rian changed. The smile disappeared first. Then the jokes. Then the way he'd look at me like I mattered. Now he looks through me as if I'm just another stranger walking past. I know he blames my family. I know he blames me, even if he never says the words. The awful part is I don't think there's anything I could ever say that would make him believe otherwise. Sometimes I still catch myself looking for him in crowds. Sometimes I still hear something funny and think, God, Rian would love that. Then I remember. Grief made him angry. It made me quiet. I used to believe love fixed things. Now I think sometimes love just gives you another thing to grieve. *** Rylie O'Neill. Used to be the girl who could make me laugh even when I was in the foulest humour imaginable. She'd ramble on about stars, flowers, films that'd make anyone else cry, and somehow I'd sit there listening like every word mattered. Maybe because they did. She was too soft for this world. Always seeing the best in people, even when they gave her every reason not to. She believed everyone deserved another chance. I always thought she'd end up getting her heart broken because of it. Looks like I was right. There was a time when I thought she'd always be beside me. Truth is... there was a time I was starting to want more than that. Never said anything. Didn't need to. Then Liam died. And everything after that stopped making sense. People keep saying it wasn't the O'Neills' fault. Maybe it wasn't. Doesn't matter.

Anna Lynch was fucking petrified of men. Not just uncomfortable- terrified.She'd flinch if one of us so much as walked too close. She was always keeping herself pressed to walls, eyes darting for exits like she was planning an escape. And it wasn't just the loud ones or the gobshites. Even Johnny Kavanagh-her sisters boyfriend -made her recoil. That's when it really hit me. This wasn't nerves. This was trauma, stitched into every muscle in her body. The only lads she wasn't afraid of were her brothers-Joey and Darren. She stuck to them like her life depended on it, like they were the only two people in the world who'd never let her down. The rest of us? We were threats until proven otherwise #1-hughbiggs #1-chilhoodtrauma #1-mentalhealth #1-mutism

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)

Tadhg Lynch doesn't talk about the pain. Not the funeral. Not the silence at home. Not the way it feels to smile when everything inside is falling apart. He hides it behind noise-laughter, chaos, charm that doesn't quite reach his eyes. Until she shows up. Leah Daly is new to Tommen and not interested in making friends. Especially not loud-mouthed rugby boys with too many secrets and a habit of making everything a joke. But when their worlds collide-one quiet moment at a time-she begins to see the cracks he tries to cover. And he starts to realize she might be the only one who understands what it's like to hurt in silence. He pushes. She pushes back. Neither of them expected to fall. Enemies to lovers. Hurt/comfort. One loud boy and one girl who sees right through him. He's grief in motion. She's the calm after the storm. Together, they're impossible to ignore.

"The addiction didn't love her, I did." A.J. Lynch has it all-talent, confidence, and a name that carries weight at Tommen College. Christina Holland? She's the girl he's meant to hate. Christina's reputation comes before her-and A.J. knows exactly who her father is. He should hate her. But the more he sees her, the harder that gets.

I had never needed anyone. I didn't know what it was like to need a person until I met him. I needed him. He looked at me as if there was something inside me worth looking at. I hated him for it. Why? Because I could see myself loving him. If only things had happened differently.

Vivienne Monroe may live in a beautiful house now, but she knows what it's like to feel unwanted. Adopted at nine after surviving a childhood of neglect, she's learned to keep her past buried beneath perfect smiles and quiet grace. No one at her elite school knows where she really came from - and Vivienne plans to keep it that way. Joey Lynch never had the chance to hide his scars. With an abusive father and a mother too scared to leave, Joey carries the weight of his five siblings on his shoulders. His escape? Drugs, alcohol, and fleeting hookups - anything to feel something other than anger. When Vivienne and Joey's worlds collide, their connection is undeniable. She sees the pain behind his sharp edges, and he finds comfort in her soft presence. But Joey doesn't know the truth - that Vivienne isn't the rich girl he thinks she is. And Vivienne is terrified that if he finds out, he'll see her the way she's spent years trying to forget. Two broken hearts. One chance at love. But some secrets are too heavy to stay hidden forever. ----- joey lynch x fem!oc ©liawrit3ss

Tadhg Lynch and Orlaith McCarty were never simple together it was collision, not calm. He was anger disguised as armour reckless, defensive, and convinced he'd only ever be abandoned. She was fire behind walls sharp, guarded, and terrified that letting anyone in would cost her everything. Both carried damage they never learned how to explain, only how to hide. When they met, it wasn't healing. It was recognition. Two people who understood pain too well but had no idea how to share it without breaking each other further. They pulled at each other in ways that felt like comfort one moment and destruction the next. Neither of them trusted love, but somehow they kept ending up in it.

"𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐞 𝐈'𝐦 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐈...?" Alec Dempsey x Casey Lordan BOYS OF TOMMEN FIC Casey Lordan has known who she was from a very young age. Outgoing and feisty, loud and expressive. But on the inside, she's broken and scared, covering it up with things people want to see. Doing things she shouldn't be doing, as long as people keep egging her on and she keeps getting attention. Alec Dempsey has been in love with Casey Lordan since junior infants. He's always been flirtatious and quieter, but he's still too scared to do anything about his feelings for Casey because of his own past. CONTAINS THEMES OF: self harm, suicide, rape/sexual assault, drinking, drugs. xxxx

"𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞." Patrick Feely x Katie Wilmot BOYS OF TOMMEN FIC KATIE WILMOT is getting over serious heartbreak from her last boyfriend...Hugh Biggs. Katie swears off rugby players forever-she'll simply just never date a rugby player ever again! But as she falls for her ex-boyfriend's best friend, she pushes her feelings away, because he doesn't like her back...right? PATRICK FEELY has been hung up on his best friend's girlfriend since primary school. But she's been off-limits. But once his best friend cheats on her, suddenly a door is opened for Patrick. Should he make a move? Or leave her alone? Because she doesn't seem like him back. Yet. CONTAINS THEMES OF: self harm, suicide, rape/sexual assault, drinking, drugs. #3 katiewilmot #1 katiewilmot #13 bot xxxxx