A/N: Can be seen as platonic or romantic Logince, take your pick

The prompt: https://sidespromptblog.tumblr.com/post/612702294426976256/after-hours-and-hours-of-weedling-logan-the

Warnings: Major character death, death, blood, injury, lmk if I should add anything else!

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Roman had been so happy.

Everything was going according to plan. Their picnic went on without a hitch, and Logan enjoyed the puzzles Roman had made. He even got stumped a few times! Logan was impressed that Roman would put so much effort into making something like that.

So, Roman was happy because Logan was happy.

Logan hadn't ever gotten his own your of the Imagination until that very day. And the fact that Logan was having fun? It only made Roman more confident.

More careless.

When someone's ego grew to be too big... Things never end well. Especially when that someone's ego was one Roman Creativity Sanders.

Logan had followed Roman to where Roman would usually train, conjuring up creatures to battle and Roman always came out on top. He always slew the creatures. He always won.

Roman had his back turned to Logan, taunting the creature by jabbing it with his sword and laughing when it missed. The creature was loud and Roman was in his element and had completely tuned out the rest of the world, tuned out Logan shouting his name.

In one moment, Roman was stabbing his sword through the creature's heart; and the next, he was on the ground, shoved away by something.

Roman whipped around and his face drained of all color as Logan collapsed where Roman had just stood. A creature Roman had not noticed was looming over Logan, about to strike again. Roman scrambled to his feet, grabbed his sword. He made no show of this creature, cutting as deep as he could until the creature collapsed, motionless.

Roman panted, wiping sweat from his brow until he remembered why he had attacked in such a way.

Logan was breathing heavily, squeezing his eyes shut tight and trying to put enough pressure on his stomach. Roman felt his heart drop as blood seeped past Logan's fingers quickly.

"Logan- Logan why did you do that?" Roman asked, moving Logan as gently as he could. Logan just groaned in response, and Roman's eyes widen when Logan's hand stops putting pressure on the wound. "Fuck- Logan!"

Roman is able to remove most of Logan's shirt, enough to see how bad the wound is. "Logan, no, Logan please, open your eyes. You're a figment, for fucks sake!" The wound is deep, too deep for Roman to heal. He swears again and moves Logan once more, lying him down in the grass which quickly starts turning a dark brown from the blood.

Roman presses a hand to Logan's neck, and he starts to shake as he feels Logan's pulse start to slow. "Logan no, please, just open your eyes, please!"

Roman feels when Logan stops breathing, and a sob tears through him. "Logan! Don't you dare die!"

Of course, Logan doesn't hear. Roman slams a hand into the ground, resting his head on Logan's still chest. Tears pour down his cheeks as he doesn't hear Logan's laugh and say he was fine, doesn't hear Logan remind Roman that the sides can't really get hurt. Roman can't hear his heartbeat.

Roman had been so happy.