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Someone was knocking on his door. Kylo didn’t need to use the Force to know who was on the other side of it. His expression settled into a scowl as he fluidly got up from his meditation pose. Hux knew better than to disturb him during these times.
“We’re getting married,” the former general said without preamble before the door fully slid open.
“What?” Kylo was not one for surprises. He couldn’t think of a better response before Hux thrust a small black box towards him. “Why?”
The general's lips briefly flattened out to a thin line of displeasure. “We’re going to be on trial for war crimes.” The “you idiot” was left unsaid, but Kylo heard it anyway and narrowed his eyes. He used the Force to take the object from the other man.
It was a small black box that neatly fit into the palm of his hand. He turned it over; it was plain and sleek without any markings save for a button at the bottom. He pressed it and the lid slid open in two parts to reveal a wedding band nestled inside a brilliant red silk interior. The band was a simple enough design: an onyx ring with a band of platinum in the middle.
“If we’re married then we can’t be forced to testify against one another." Hux looked a little thinner with purple bruises of exhaustion smudging under his eyes, but his gaze was no less sharply focused. “I did the research myself. Although it’s an archaic law, it will still hold up during our trials.”
Kylo smirked, unable to help himself despite the situation they were in. “Why Hux, I never knew you cared,” he said with a teasing lilt to his voice. The smirk got wider when Hux directed that furious gaze at him, a high flush on his cheeks. It was so much easier to get to the other man these days.
“Just put the ring on,” Hux ground out with forced civility. “I have someone coming by later with documents the both of us need to sign to make it official.” Hux waved his hand in the air in a flippant gesture. For the first time Kylo noticed the other man was wearing a matching ring. “Good day, Kylo,” Hux said before smartly stepping out the door to do whatever else needed to be done before their trial.
Married. Him? Kylo thoughtfully turned over the ring box. He’d never even thought about it even as a kid. His par—Ben’s parents had been married for a time when Ben was young. Even then, they never wore wedding rings. It was a custom almost all but forgotten, a relic of ghosts long since passed. But sometimes those ghosts had a way of finding you.
Kylo slipped the ring on and was unsurprised that it was a perfect fit. The weight was unfamiliar on his ring finger but not altogether unpleasant. He settled back into a light meditation with thoughts of marriage on his mind. There was another custom about marriage that Kylo remembered and he made a mental note to look into it later. Hux would look great in white.