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chapter twenty-seven

hi so i guess we're doing tangled

also i think this is going to be the last chapter because i'm lazyyyy

i'll probs take a break before i start the tangled book because i'm in all accelerated classes at school and yeah essays suck

don't worry it won't be too long

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Years passed, and Scott and Mitch were happy together. Scott's wound healed, and the sex they had that night was the wildest they'd ever had.

Mitch never heard from his father anymore, but he didn't care. He and Scott spent all their time together, though they never tired of each other. In fact, they fell more and more in love with every moment that went by. As for John, he ended up in jail for raping a girl in the village, and that was where he would die.

Three years after the war, Scott proposed, and of course, Mitch said yes after he'd stopped crying. Their wedding was small, but Mitch wore a dress and Scott had thought he had never looked more beautiful. Their wedding night was the best night of their lives; finally, they could be together forever. No one could break them apart, not anymore.

Although gay people weren't technically allowed still, the fact that one of the emperor's best generals was gay encouraged a lot of closeted people to come out as well. People were slowly beginning to accept the fact that sexualities and genders other than homosexuality and male and female existed thanks to them. After all, they couldn't just murder thousands of people. The empire was already getting frowned upon enough for being against gays; they were one of the only ones left.

Scott and Mitch toured around the country as the only openly gay couple, making speeches and holding rallies to get LGBTQ+ people the rights they deserved. After every one, they would kiss in front of the crowd, and the crowd would go wild. Despite how often it happened, Mitch still couldn't help but smile into the kiss.

Scott did have to go back to war a few times since he was still young, but they ended quickly each time and only lasted a few years. Mitch was always on edge whenever Scott was away at war, terrified that when he woke up in the morning, he'd find a message from the emperor that his Scott had unfortunately been killed. However, luckily, it never came.

Scott retired at the age of thirty-five, since he'd been in the army for most of his life. They technically didn't have to work anymore, as he would receive a pension every month, but Mitch owned an art shop where he held classes for little kids when he and Scott weren't touring. Most of the parents didn't want homosexuals teaching their kids, but Mitch was really good with them and their kids liked him a lot. They didn't think being gay was wrong.

Mitch and Scott obviously couldn't have any children of their own, but they did adopt a little girl named Lily. She was a sweet girl, and she was very proud of the fact that she was the only girl in the country who had two dads. Scott and Mitch loved her more than anything, except each other. They loved her slightly less than they loved each other. Just a bit.

Currently, they were cuddled up in bed after they'd put Lily to sleep. Mitch had his head on Scott's chest as he listened to his heartbeat, his eyes closed and his arm draped over his waist. Scott's arms were around Mitch, his fingers absentmindedly trailing through his hair. "Baby?"

"Hm?" Mitch hummed, half-asleep.

"I love you a lot, you know that?"

"I love you more."

"Nope."

"Yep." Mitch leaned up and kissed him. Scott smiled into the kiss and cupped his cheek, brushing his thumb over his skin. Mitch straightened up and straddled him without breaking this kiss, his arms snaking around Scott's neck. Scott set his hands on Mitch's love handles and slipped his hands up Mitch's skin, feeling his skin.

When they broke apart, Mitch kept his eyes closed and set his head in Scott's neck as he caught his breath. Scott gently held Mitch's head in his neck and closed his eyes again, laying down and pulling the covers over them. "I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you most."