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Tangled lives: Chapter One

Law x reader (she/her)

Chapter one of Tangled lives

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Notes: Here we go. I'm so excited to start putting this story out. Hope you enjoy what my mind conjured 🤞

Trafalgar Law was a good roommate. He was organized, clean, paid rent on time, and minded his space. The only thing was—he was hot. Stupidly hot, annoyingly intelligent and completely withdrawn.

You still remember the day you met him. Your best friend had moved out to live with her girlfriend, and you didn’t want to change apartments, especially since you loved how close it was to your job. So, you decided to find another roommate. In hindsight, it looked like it would be simple, but it turned out to be anything but.

You interviewed countless people, each one more unsuitable than the last. There was the creepy guy who immediately started making moves on you, the girl who stole from you, the one who kept talking about all the wild parties you'd supposedly have, and the couple who were always groping each other, looking like they were about to have sex on your kitchen counter every single day.

You were ready to admit defeat. But there was one more candidate to see that day. The moment you heard the doorbell, you headed to the door, silently praying this one wouldn’t be another disaster.

Standing outside was a really tall man with disheveled black hair peeking out from under a beanie. His sharp eyes seemed to size you up instantly, and his whole aura screamed danger. The tattoos on his hands didn’t help. Your gaze was drawn to the letters inked across his knuckles.

D-E-A-T-H.

Your internal alarms went off immediately. Oh great, another sketchy guy.

Still, you’d promised yourself you’d at least interview everyone who applied, so you stepped back and forced a smile. “You must be… Law?”

He nodded curtly, his voice deep and smooth. “Trafalgar Law.”

You gestured him inside, your hesitance obvious. He moved with an easy confidence, his black and yellow hoodie and dark spotted jeans doing little to dispel the impression that he belonged on a wanted poster rather than in your spare bedroom.

You led him to the small living room, where you’d set up for the interviews. A cup of cold coffee sat forgotten on the table, surrounded by the chaos of your notes on other candidates.

“Want coffee?” you asked. You motioned for him to sit, your gaze lingering on the tattoos adorning his hands.

He wavered for a moment, as if the offer itself was an oddity, then nodded, his eyes never leaving you. “Sure, I'll take some. Black. No sugar.”

You nearly snorted. Of course, that would be how he would take it. You quickly stood and moved to the kitchen, reminding yourself to keep an open mind. You grabbed the coffee pot, noting how your hands trembled slightly as you poured the dark liquid into his mug.

When you returned, you handed it to him, avoiding his gaze as you sat down across from him.

He took the coffee with a quiet “thanks” and stared at the cup, his fingers wrapping around it in a way that seemed way too controlled.

“So,” you started, pulling out your clipboard. “Tell me about yourself. Why do you need a place?”

His sharp gaze softened just slightly. “I'm starting my residency at the hospital downtown. It's a long commute from where I am now, and I figured it was time to move closer.”

You blinked. “Residency? You're a doctor?”

He smirked, as if your surprise was amusing.“Surgeon, actually.”

You glanced at the tattoos again, trying to reconcile the word “surgeon” with “death” on his fingers.

You leaned back in your chair, still processing that information.

“That’s… impressive,” you said slowly, your mind still grappling with the contrast between his professional credentials and the image he'd projected when he walked in. “What about references? Do you have any from previous landlords?”

He pulled a folded letter from his pocket and slid it across the table. You unfolded it, your eyebrows raising as you read glowing praise from what appeared to be a very reliable source. “You're organized,” you admitted reluctantly. “That’s… rare.”

Law leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I'm meticulous about what matters.”

The next twenty minutes passed with surprising ease. He answered your questions with a calm assurance, his responses thoughtful and measured, each word carefully chosen. He didn’t share much about himself, but what he did offer painted the picture of someone responsible, intelligent, and driven.

Finally, the questions ran out. You shifted in your seat, biting your lip. “Well,” you said, forcing a smile. “I’ll be in touch. I still have a few more people to interview.”

He nodded, standing without hesitation. “I understand. Call me if you decide. I'd prefer to move in soon.”

And with that, he was gone, his footsteps fading down the hall.

You exhaled, the frustration bubbling up. Great. The sketchy guy’s the best option you’ve got. At least he is a handsome one. You might just die to a nice view.

You couldn't help the thought, though it only made you more uneasy. Sure, Law had a striking presence, but there was something unsettling about the way he carried himself. It was hard to ignore the stark contrast between his calm demeanor and the dangerous aura that seemed to hang around him. The tattoos, his confidence, the way he made every word sound like it held a secret—it was all too much for your nerves, but you couldn’t deny that he was impressive in his own way.

You thought of the other applicants—the creepy guy who was unable to stop flirting, the girl who’d stolen from you, the party-obsessed one who was clearly more interested in socializing than living responsibly. None of them had come close to being as solid as Law.

The next few days dragged by in a blur. Each applicant was worse than the last, or maybe you were just comparing them all to Law. You caught yourself glancing at your phone multiple times, wondering if he’d text or call. But he hadn’t, and honestly, that unnerved you more than it should’ve. It was almost like he was too calm about the whole situation. No follow-up texts, no insistence, no pressure—just a simple, confident statement that he’d prefer to move in soon.

Once again, you sat at your kitchen table, mindlessly scrolling through the list of other candidates. But no matter how much you tried to focus, your thoughts kept drifting back to him. His deep, measured voice. The way his eyes studied you, like he was constantly assessing you. The tattoos. Those damn tattoos.

You hadn’t even asked about them during the interview, but you couldn’t stop thinking about the word inked across his knuckles. Death. You still didn’t know what to make of that. It unsettled you, but there was a part of you, a curious part, that wanted to know more.

You glanced at your phone. A text from your best friend and former roommate.

Any luck with the roommate search?

You sighed. You had been avoiding telling her about Law, about his presence and the strange attraction that seemed to intensify every time you thought about him.

I have one last interview tomorrow. But honestly, I’m leaning towards one guy. He seemed quite peculiar but somehow the most reliable

You bit your lip as you hit send. Maybe you should’ve been more careful with your words, but it was the truth. And the truth was, even with all the red flags, Law was the only person who felt like he could actually fit.

Your phone vibrated in your hand almost immediately.

Ooh, is he hot???

Of course, she would ask that. You rolled your eyes, staring at the screen. Law was undeniably attractive—at least to you—but that wasn’t why you were choosing him. He was simply the best option, the most logical choice. You didn’t want to lie, but you also didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. And you certainly didn’t want to endure her teasing.

It doesn't matter. I'm looking for a roommate, not a boyfriend

Yeah, that should do. The message had barely sent before she responded.

So he is hot

You exhaled sharply, shaking your head. How could you ever think you could fool her? She knew you too well.

You texted her back quickly.

It doesn't matter

Another immediate reply.

Sure sure. Keep telling yourself that. Just don't fall for him, or it might get messy

You scoffed. There was no way in hell you were falling for some random, sketchy guy you had to live with. All you needed was a roommate to help pay the rent, and the surgeon could do just that.

The next afternoon, you made your way to your apartment’s door with a sense of purpose. Your decision was made. You’d offer him the room. Law had checked all the boxes for a roommate��except one: easy personality.

But you weren’t sure anymore if that mattered. At least not as much as the fact that you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

So you called him.

“You need something?” Law’s voice was quiet, as if he didn’t care about you calling at all.

“Uh…” You cleared your throat, trying to appear confident despite the sudden rush of nervous energy. “I… I’ve decided.”

He didn’t say anything, just waited for you to continue.

You exhaled sharply, feeling your nerves heighten with every passing second. “I’d like to offer you the room.”

“You’re sure?” His voice dropped lower, like he was silently assessing whether you really meant it.

You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “Yeah. I’m sure. It’s yours if you want it.”

A long pause.

Finally, he responded. “I’ll take it.”

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