JustAnnA

Chapters 8 & 9 are now up.

Western AU | Rhysand/Tamlin |

Final word count: [97,269] Link is below.

It’s done.

It started with a town full of secrets, a very sarcastic sheriff, and a quiet schoolteacher with callused hands—and somehow we ended up in .

💌 In these final chapters:

– A truth that changes everything

– Rhysand learning to read for real (and to feel again)

– A reunion we’ve all been waiting for

– A ridiculous historical heist conspiracy

– And a future being built—school, love, legacy, and all

Thank you to everyone who followed along, left comments, sent kudos, or just read in silence. This one means a lot to me. I hope Rhysand and Tamlin’s strange, tender journey meant something to you too. 💛

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Link is below:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65792026

Rhysand grew up with the sun in his eyes and a future already written. Tamlin came from the edges of nowhere, quiet and scarred, trying to build something gentle from ruin. They were never meant to belong to each other. But in a town where image is everything and love is currency, something had to give.

✨ Beneath the Painted Sky is a slow-burn romance set against dusty roads, failing family legacies, and a school festival no one expected to matter. It’s about choosing kindness when it’s inconvenient. About breaking cycles. About two men trying to unlearn everything they were taught about pride, softness, and what makes a good life.

Features: – Emotional pacing and long-form storytelling – Enemies to something more – Public betrayals, private gestures – Deep POV from Rhysand – Tamlin wears embroidery. Rhysand loses control.

Something’s shifting in the town of Velaris the Edge of Hewn.

A teacher plants seeds in scorched earth.

A sheriff changes his shirt and loses his footing.

Old carriages roll toward places no one talks about.

There’s laughter, there’s kissing.

There’s a flyer in the wrong hands.

And a name that shouldn’t have been spoken.

A school might be built.

Or maybe something else will rise first.

Come see what blooms.

[Ch. 2 + 3 are now live]

Beneath the Painted Sky: Rhysand x Tamlin

In a dusty trade town where nothing changes and everyone knows your mother’s business, Sheriff Rhysand Wingborn returns from a five-day trip to find:

• A schoolhouse still in ruins

• A brothel thriving on scandal

• His mother plotting at the speed of light

• And a new teacher with golden hair, callused hands, and absolutely no time for his bullshit.

Tamlin is supposed to be boring. Safe. Harmless.

Rhysand has no idea what to do with someone who looks at him like he’s the inconvenience, not the main event.

But then again—nothing really happens in Velaris.

Right?

It is here, hope you guys enjoy.

A little taste of what’s next:

Beneath the Painted Sky (AU)

In a dusty town ruled by old money and older expectations, the arrival of a quiet schoolteacher sets off a chain of events no one could predict. Tamlin wants only peace—a place to rebuild, to teach, to stay out of sight. But peace is a fragile thing in a place like this.

Rhysand Wingborn has everything: charm, power, a name that opens every door. He also has a mother with plans, a fiancée with ambition, and a life that doesn’t feel like his own.

When tradition collides with change, and pretense gives way to feeling, both men must decide what’s worth risking. Reputation? Legacy? Or something quieter—and far more dangerous.

Next piece is cooking—Eris x Rhysand

Eris wants power. Rhysand wants control.

Neither of them are looking for love.

But when something dark begins to spread across Prythian, fire and shadow are forced to collide. And neither of them comes away untouched.

A slow-burn romance. A dangerous alliance.

There’s music in the halls. Shadows in the doorway. A garden in bloom. And somewhere between old magic and new memory, two hearts find the rhythm they once knew by instinct alone.

It was always them.

Thank you for every slow step, every page turned, every breath held.

[Read now]

he forgot the love, but not the feeling.

a child climbs into his lap like it’s still home.

a shadow brushes his hand.

and something inside him whispers—found you.