My Hot Roommate. {Sabo x Reader}

The Perfect Rings.

"Marco doesn't seem to approve of us, huh?" It's not the happiest conversation to have whilst picking out your wedding rings but you've got to have it sometime, might as well do it now.

Sabo sighing from beside you as he tries on many different rings, holding his hand up each time to see how it sits before he plucks the band off and gives it back to the jeweller. "It isn't like that." The blonde shooting you a small smile although his eyes hold a hint of sadness to them. "He likes the idea of us, just not how we got married."

He's regretting it now...

"Oi, don't pout at me like that!" Your husband playfully scolds as he leans into your side, planting a kiss on top of your head. "He'll come around, I promise!"

I hope so.

Your spirits suddenly lifting as a certain ring from the display case catches your eye, it's silver and has small diamonds encrusted into it, all sparkling brightly in the sun. You also don't miss the words 'I love you' engraved on the inside of the band.

That's gorgeous!

It's beauty somehow washing away your anxieties completely as you gawk at the elegant design, your expression causing Sabo to chuckle as he twirls a lock of your hair around his finger. "You like that one, princess~?"

Well, if the ring hadn't melted you enough, that little nickname sure has. Your face heating up as you shrug your shoulders, trying and failing to play it cool with a sheepish smile.

"I think it's pretty."

He called me a fucking princess! Holy damn, my heart!

"Can she try that one on?" Sabo questions the jeweller, not that he even needed to ask, she was already fetching the tray for you. Your wide eyes glancing up at him as you shake your head. 

"It'll cost a fortune!" Your voice is practically a gasp, one that goes ignored too as the blonde entwines his fingers with yours, a cheeky grin on his lips as he brings your knuckles up to his mouth and kisses them softly. 

He's so damn cute, it kills me!

"We have these for the ladies," The jeweller setting down the tray full of beautiful copies and taking the one that's your size before slipping it onto your ring finger. "And these ones for the men." She continues as she grabs another tray and sets it down on the counter, they look the same as your ring just thicker and without the diamonds. "Of course, if you would like to wear diamonds, nobody's saying you can't." She jests toward Sabo, her eyes flickering between you both as your blonde tries on the more masculine designed ring. 

"I really like that they have 'I love you' engraved on them!" The blonde beams and earns himself an enthusiastic nod from the jeweller, his orbs flickering down at you as you fiddle with the ring in question, a huge grin on your face. "What do you think?" 

"I love it~!" Your voice is so close to becoming a squeak as you marvel at the beauty before you, making your charming man chuckle softly. 

"We'll take 'em!" 

"That's wonderful!" The lady chimes as she prepares little jewellery boxes for them, not that you ever intend to use those things, you highly doubt you'll ever take this ring off. "So, when is the wedding?" She asks politely as she clicks away on the cash register. 

"It was yesterday!" Sabo carelessly blurts, his arm wrapping around your small frame and tugging you into his chest as an adorably sweet smile breaks out across his face. "The best night of my life! Although...I can't remember much of it."

The lady snorting as shakes her head softly, you can imagine that she's used to this kind of thing in Vegas though, her eyes flickering back up to Sabo. "That's adorable! Congratulations, I hope you'll be very happy together!"

Aw, I love this woman!

"That's also $1,666 in total."

HOLY SHIT!! Never mind, I hate her!

Sabo nodding as he pulls his wallet out of his pocket, completing the payment on his card whilst you idly play with the ring on your finger, your eyes filled with awe as it shines. 

It's so beautiful! Just like him!

Once outside the store, Sabo snickers to himself, leaning into your ear as a childish grin dominates his features. "Should we be worried that the price had 666 in it?" 

Of course he'd find humour in something like that!

"Maybe, maybe not!" A giggle leaving your lips as you link arms with the handsome blonde, leaning your head against his shoulder affectionately. "Maybe the devil just approves of our relationship!"

The two of you breaking out into laughter at the thought. 

Well, that is until somebody grabs your arm anyway, giving you a harsh tug and snatching you away from Sabo in the process. 

Your eyes landing on a trampy-looking man; long dark curly hair, overweight, missing teeth and a black scruffy beard. 

"You!" The stranger spits harshly, releasing you now that he has gotten your full attention, his bushy brows knitting together as he glares down at you. "You're friends with that pink-haired girl, aren't you? Where is she?!"

Perona?

Before you even get the chance to respond, you're being tugged on again albeit much more gently this time as Sabo pulls you behind him, his orbs glaring right back at the large man.

"She doesn't know anybody with pink hair, get lost." The blonde's voice losing all of it's usual cheerfulness, it's almost a growl, his body tensing as the men silently stare at each other coldly for a few moments.

"Bullshit, kid! I saw them in the bar last night--!"

"I don't care what this pink-haired girl did to you," Sabo's voice falling lower and lower by the second and the air around you seemingly turning as cold as ice. "Don't ever put your damn hands on my wife like that again!"

He's so protective!

The man frowns at your lover's harsh tone, opening his mouth to say something but it would seem he's struggling to find the correct words, his lip quivering before his gob falls closed again. 

"Fine! But if I find that pinkette, she's in trouble!" The guy finally grumbles before turning on his heel and walking away. 

Sabo watching him sternly until he disappears into the crowd of people, your lover's warm arms wrapping around your waist tightly as he rests his chin on top of your head. 

"What did Perona do last night?" The blonde asks, the question sounding more like a sigh. 

"I don't know, but she's dead when I get my hands on her..."