First Published: April 6th 2018

Pairing: implied/pining logince

Genre: fluff, human au, pining!logan, buzzfeed unsolved au

Word Count: 814

Warnings: murder mention, death mention (discussing case details), blood mention

Summary: Logan and Roman investigate and film haunted houses. Roman is ever the believer while Logan remains a skeptic.

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"Ghosts aren't real, Roman," Logan sighed for what must've been the twentieth time in the hour they had been filming.

Roman glanced around the decrepit and supposedly haunted house they were investigating. The crumbling wallpaper peeled off the walls, revealing cracks underneath. Every step they took was met with creaks and groans that made Roman fear ghosts and Logan fear falling through the floor and breaking his neck.

"Don't you even feel a little strange?" Roman persisted. "Like there's something watching us?" He leaned in closer to Logan.

Logan pretended to consider this for a second, before nodding. "Yeah, I feel like rats are staring at me, waiting to attack. No home should have that feeling, so yeah. I guess I feel strange."

Roman shook his head, exhaling, and he moved away from Logan, shining his torch into the room they were entering.

He stopped once he was inside, freezing up. Logan stepped around him.

"What on earth is it now?" Logan asked, rolling his eyes.

"This is the bedroom."

When no further explanation was offered, Logan looked at him curiously. He reached out, placing a gently hand on Roman's arm. His friend blinked and swallowed.

"So what happened here?" Logan asked casually.

"Well," Roman begun, clasping his hands together and eyes bright, "David Bronson, who bought the house in 1926 after its previous owners died in this very bedroom, reported hearing bumps in the night-"

"Really?"

Roman held up his hands. "It's what he said! Anyway, as I was saying..."

As Roman continued on his spiel, Logan glanced around the bedroom. It was actually quite nice compared to the rest of the building. Logan wandered further into the room, getting some footage of the photos on the bedside table.

"Why is this one single room so nice?" Logan murmured.

"Excellent question!" Roman came up behind him and placed his hands on Logan's shoulders, making the man jump. He raised his eyebrows. "Are you sure you're not spooked?"

"I'm spooked by you and your loud voice," Logan replied drily.

Roman waved his hand. "Whatever, nerd. As I was saying, it's nice because the new owners that profit off of people like us legally had to clean up all the blood."

"The what?"

"Mary and Charlotte Bronson's blood!"

Logan tilted his head, eyebrows furrowed until it clicked. "Wait, isn't that the-"

"Mother and daughter? Yep." Roman grimaced. "The next part of the story is probably the saddest. In 1931, David killed his wife Mary and his 3 year old daughter, Charlotte, with a butcher's knife.

As Roman continued describing the event, even Logan felt nauseous. Luckily, Roman wrapped it up pretty quickly.

"You alright?" Roman whispered as they were moving to the basement.

"Yeah," Logan swallowed, before forcing a small smile. "I'm just feeling sorry for you and your lack of ghosts."

"For your information, there's a ghost giving you a wet willy right now!" Roman giggled, pointing behind Logan's ear dramatically.

Logan rolled his eyes and grinned back fondly.

Roman led the way down the stairs, cracking jokes the whole time and Logan couldn't help but laugh at every single one of them.

When Roman suggested they try to communicate with ghosts, Logan scoffed but sat down with his friend anyway, trying not to groan too hard when he brought out candles and a lighter.

"I didn't know you smoked," Logan commented, frowning.

Roman laughed. "Oh, I don't. I only use this for candles when we're filming at different locations."

"You mean you intend to do this ridiculous séance gambit in the future?!"

Roman blushed. "Well..."

"Don't answer that. For my sake, please. Let's just get on with this ritual thing." Logan gestured at the candles and Roman settled down beside him, arm pressing against Logan's. He coughed and adjusted his glasses, heat rushing to his face.

"If there's anyone who would like to make themselves known, now is the time," Roman announced to the air around them.

"You sound like a parent waiting for a child to admit their mistake," Logan teased, nudging his friend.

"Ignore my stupid friend here-"

"I'm not stupid!" Logan interjected.

"Sorry, Lo. Ignore, my dumbass friend here," Roman paused to beam at Logan's scowling face. "We heard that Mary Bronson lived here. Mary, could you say something?"

The room remained silent, not to Logan's surprise. Roman was gazing around in wonder, whereas Logan found himself solely focussed on him. The glow of the flickering flame before Roman cast a warm glow onto his face, making him look angelic. Logan zoned out, not bothering to listen to Roman's attempts at conversation with non-existent beings, and instead spent his time by simply watching.

Roman stopped. "What are you smiling about?"

Logan blinked out of his daze. He cast one last look at his friend before facing the room before him, grinning at the dirty, dusty walls. "Nothing at all, Roman."