Author's Note: I saw this picture. I squealed. I saw the tights. I groaned. So this fic is basically Logan getting tortured in nylons by the other sides. I hate nylons and tights with fiery passion that I almost had Logan fricking burn them in the end by dousing them with lighter fluid. But, you get the point. I hope you enjoy this thing I threw together last minute because I still wanted to keep on my weekend schedule if I could. But this is me projecting my hatred for nylons onto Logan. Hope you enjoy!

Logan's Nefarious Nylons

Ships: None

Words ~ 3,712 ~

Warnings: Some cursing, some morally grey Janus, mentions of the crotch area, tickling without much consent but Logan doesn't do much to stop it, some restraining, Remus kind of appears, food mention, Logan is wearing underwear under his nylons, he's not naked I promise. (Let me know if there's something I forgot.) ^^

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     The outfit that Thomas and his team had chosen for Logan was not necessarily what he would have liked to wear. Yet he could not argue over the fact that it did look professional and the step out of his comfort zone had yielded him positive results. As he walked around the mindscape in his new garb, all the sides complimented and applauded his appearance. The pencil skirt complimented his curves nicely and the vest fit his bust to the point where he was comfortable with flaring his chest in confidence. Yes the outfit was very becoming of him. He only had qualms with one piece of his outfit: the nylons.

     Logan knew the nylons completed the look, but he never expected them to have the lack of insulation that they did. In layman terms, his legs were cold. He understood now why so many people who wore nylons regularly draped their jacket over their lap whenever they sat down. Just to get warm, he had to run his hands up and down his legs, letting the intense friction warm them up. The static electricity they created wasn't ideal either, but that wasn't one of his main complaints.

     Not only were the Nylons sensitive to temperature change, but Logan found the slightest movement against his calves gave him chills, or goosebumps, as Patton liked to call them. He found this out when a portable fan had blown air in the direction of his lower half, causing him to gasp and scratch the tingly feeling away. Not to mention the odd feeling they gave as they slipped off his hips whenever he walked. Every thirty to forty minutes he had to excuse himself to the bathroom just to pull them back up where they needed to be. It was especially torture when he would try to bear the uncomfortable feeling as the space between his crotch and where his crotch needed to be grew wider with each step he took.

     It had been about five hours since Logan had put on his outfit, and he about had it with the stupid nylons. Thomas had instituted a rule that each side must wear their skirt outfits for the entire day after they were chosen, but Logan didn't think he could take another hour of this misery. He reasoned he would be able to keep his skirt, shoes, and the rest of his outfit on without much scrutiny from the other sides, but the nylons absolutely had to go.

     He excused himself to the bathroom for about the eighth time that day and angrily huffed into the mirror as he quickly shed his pencil skirt. He began to pull down the nylons while muttering to himself in irritation when he heard the toilet flush. He whipped his head around and stared at none other than Patton who blushed a bit at the odd position he found Logan in. He hadn't even gotten his nylons past his hips yet and he was sure he looked ridiculous.

     "O-oh! Logan! I-uh...I didn't see you there." Logan gulped down his own embarrassment.

     "It is...alright, Patton. I did not realize you were in here either." He sighed in defeat, knowing Patton was going to ask him what he was doing.

     "Are the nylons bothering you?" Patton asked with an apologetic smile.

     Logan was a little bit surprised Patton could gather all that from just this one encounter, but as he looked in the mirror, the logical aspect could see just how obvious it was. "...yes." He admitted. "I am unable to wear these anymore. It is more than I can handle in the sensation department, and they keep falling. I just want to take them off."

     "I'm sorry Logan." The moral aspect empathized and studied the patterns the nylons made along his legs. Suddenly, he saw something that he thought was odd and he pointed to it. "Hey! I think I might have found your problem, Lo!"

     Logan looked to where Patton's finger was pointing, but he didn't see anything. "Where?! I...I don't see anything." He admitted, his gaze switching between his real legs and the mirrored image of his legs.

     Patton walked up to him and pointed a little closer at a pattern that Logan could hardly make out. "Your nylons make a pattern Logan! It's hard to see, but it's there! And...it looks like it's all twisted up."

     Logan took a much closer look at his nylons and he finally saw what Patton was seeing. "Oh..." There were lines running down his calves, but instead of straight, they were twisted around much like a candy cane. Logan recalled earlier that morning when he was trying to put them on because Thomas's calves were so large, he had twist them like a corkscrew just so they would fit. He had forgotten to untwist them. Perhaps that was his problem.

     Patton stifled a giggle. "Do you want some help?"

Logan took a deep breath and looked back in the mirror. "Yes please."

     "Alrighty then!" Patton smiled and knelt next to Logan's calves. "I'm just gonna get it started for you, okay?"

     Logan nodded but didn't prepare himself enough, because he wasn't expecting Patton's little pinches to tickle quite as much as they did. He grasped the counter sink for support, and stared at himself in the mirror hoping to quell a little bit of the laughter he felt rising up from within his lungs. Patton pinched happily away trying to maneuver the lines back to where they should be by following them down from his thighs. He hummed to himself as he worked, only stopping when he felt Logan's quivering legs moving more sporadic than normal.

     He laughed to himself. "Aww. Does it tickle?" He cooed, before finishing up the last of it down to his ankles.

     "Unfortunately..." He huffed out but gasped as Patton's nails had reached his ankles.

     He caught eyes with the moral aspect, eyes widening when he gave him a little mischievous smile before giving a quick tickle to the sides of his ankles over the top of the nylon as a finishing touch.

     "Aah! Patton!" He hopped a bit and rubbed his ankles against each other, sending Patton a glare in return.

     "Sorry. I couldn't help myself." Patton rubbed the back of his neck, then stood up and gave Logan a hug, which he gladly returned. "I understand if you don't want to wear them anymore. They look very nice, but if that doesn't work then you can take them off in a say a half an hour. Just give 'em another fair shake, alright?"

     Logan sighed, grumbling a little bit. "Fine. Alright." In truth his calves felt a little better, like they weren't getting strangled by a death grip. It was his fault for putting them on wrong this morning he supposed.

     "Great!" Patton smiled and they followed each other out of the bathroom. After the logical aspect pulled his skirt up of course.

     Logan didn't want to admit it, but the nylons did fit a little better after Patton had helped straighten them out. But now Logan had a new problem; there was a bunch of loose fabric settled near his ankles. The logical aspect was afraid to adjust them for fear of messing them up again and he wanted to keep Patton's promise, but they were very high maintenance. Thus, Logan found himself on the floor of the common room with his shoes off, attempting to adjust how the nylons fit on his feet. He was not aware just how tiny the threads were how easily they could get caught on a toenail.

     He groaned and began to pull it more forcefully to dislodge it when a frantic voice stopped his actions. "Woah! Specs! Specs! Stop that! You're going to tear it!"

     Begrudgingly, he stopped pulling and waited impatiently for the fanciful aspect to appear in his field of vision. Roman quickly crouched down next to his left foot, eyeing the limp part of the nylon hanging off of his foot and the part that had caught on his toenail.

     He laughed a bit and looked at Logan. "It seems these have been giving you quite a bit of trouble today. Here, let me help." Roman reached his hands towards Logan's feet, but the memory of Patton tickling the lower part of his legs was still fresh in his mind.

     Logan quickly pulled his feet back in towards his lower half. "I appreciate the offer, but I would much rather do this by myself." Logan tried again, but stopped when Roman squawked in indignation.

     "No no! I've told you before you're going to pull out the strings and give it a large gaping a hole!" Forcefully, Roman reached out with a hand smacking Logan's away and pulled his foot by the ankle into his grasp. "Let me see!"

     Logan bit his lip and grabbed fistfuls of the carpet to brace himself for the oncoming torture. If only he could hold out until Roman had finished, but he knew anything playing with his toes would send him into hysterics. He muffled a shriek when Roman grasped the toe that had caught the nylons and began delicately moving the fabric around it. Logan closed his eyes, his body trembling as Roman's other fingers grazed his foot without knowing what they were doing.

     Finally, Roman had separated the nylons from his toenail and he sighed in relief when he realized they had been spared any sort of damage. "There we are. Good as...new?" Roman's voice trailed off when he noticed the very strained look on Logan's face. He had begun to readjust the tights properly on his foot and pinching to pull it up so the seems rested right along his toes; but, this is when the dam holding back Logan's giggles had broke.

     The logical aspect fell against the floor and laughed, letting go of the carpet with one hand for the sake of covering up the embarrassing, happy sound. Roman's smile grew fond when he saw the effects of his and he lightly wiggled his fingers along the bottom of Logan's nylon sole!

     "Ohhhh! So THIS is why you didn't want me to help, isn't it? The nylons must make your feet much more sensitive than normal." He teased and watched Logan beat the carpet, try to get up, only to be sent back to the floor in cute titters by Roman's maniacal fingers. A single finger found its way to delicately tickle his toes and the rest of Roman's fingers followed when he saw just how adorably sensitive the nerd was there.

     "These little piggies bound tightly together also seem to be very ticklish indeed! Say, it has been an honor helping you readjust your tights, Logan. I wonder if your other foot is having the same troubles."

     Logan screeched and tried to pull both feet away from Roman. "N-no! Do not! I can do it my se-elf!" Roman laughed with Logan and caught his other foot into a headlock. Now Logan had no means or even hope of escape. The princely aspect only looked over his other foot with a wide, taunting grin desperately looking for a reason to tickle it as well. Then he noticed the seam that was supposed to be along the tips of his toes lay across the arch of his sole.

     He laughed evilly. "Oh no no. That simply will not do. Let me fix that for you." Roman tickled Logan's foot deliberately this time as he pinched the fabric on the bottom of his foot and pulled it up carefully to his toes.

     "Roman! Roman! No! Stop! Help!" Logan called out through his laughter, thrashing about as hard as he could, but Roman would not let him dislodge his foot from his hold. After applying a few more single finger wiggles to his toes, Roman finally decided to let him go, laughing as he watched the librarian-esque side curl up as much as he could in a pencil skirt.

     "Your welcome." He grinned and helped Logan up to his feet once he had composed himself enough to reacquire his shoes.

     "None of that was necessary or wanted." He growled and brushed his skirt off, wiggling his toes beneath his shoes to rid himself of those horrible sensations.

     "Maybe not, but I helped!" Roman smiled.

     "Indeed. You helped with my discomfort and my migraine." This caused Roman to gasp in mock offense. Logan then turned on his heel and began to walk back towards the place he had been to many times today. "I'm going back to the restroom and removing these confounded undergarments before anything else can happen to me."

     Roman only smirked. "Remember Thomas's rule, Logan. You can't remove any part of your outfit." The prince waggled an antagonistic finger. " And if you take those off, I'm going to tickle you in front of everyone." This stopped the logical side in his tracks, and he stared back at Roman who carried a dark expression across his face. "I'm fully prepared to wear my own costume for a whole day and I'm sure as hell not going to let you cheat your way out. Even if it is uncomfortable."

     "You wouldn't dare..." Logan whispered, horror littering his voice.

     Roman leaned in close to Logan's ears. "Try me..."

     There was a moment of silence before Logan was able to respond. He turned back towards the bathroom and pouted. "Fine. I'm only going to adjust something."

     "Bye Logan." Roman teased, chuckling when Logan gave him the bird on his way out.

     Muttering angrily to himself, Logan made a bee-line for the bathroom, hoping another person wouldn't be in there. But that's when he began noticing a fuzzy feeling around his person that was making his hair stand on its end. Wonderful. The static electricity was making an appearance once again. Now that wouldn't have been so bad in Logan's case, if he didn't feel a foreign object suddenly touch his leg. He looked down, disgusted to find a messy Hostess Twinkie wrapper rubbing against the nylons. He looked behind him and frowned, noticing the grey hair streak that quickly disappeared into the floor below. Logan could only imagine what crime Remus would commit against him when he discovered his discomfort.

     "No...not you too." He muttered mostly to no one thinking he was alone, when a hand on his shoulder from behind made him freeze in his tracks.

     "You good, Lo?" The tone of the new voice brought great relief to Logan's already troubled psyche.

     "Oh. Virgil. Thank god it is you." He turned around to face the anxious aspect who quickly knelt down to snatch up the twinkie wrapper and dematerialize it.

     "Yeah. I-uh...saw what happened between you and Roman." Virgil smirked a bit when the logical aspect blushed at the confession. "That's rough buddy."

     "Thank you for your empathy." He remarked back sarcastically.

     "Yeah...I can't help you out much, but I have one thing that might keep Remus from trying to use your legs as a living magnet."

     Logan looked on in confusion. "It wasn't just the twinkie wrapper?"

     Virgil stifled a chuckle. "Nah, He stuck all sorts of things on you earlier today. I'm surprised you hadn't noticed yet."

     He rubbed the bridge of his nose, very disappointed in himself for letting Remus make a fool out of him without realizing it. "Very well. What do you have in mind?"

     "I have some anti-static spray back in my room. I thought you might want some. Maybe give the can to Remus after you're done to appease him."

     Logan was interested in this anti-static spray. Although it would not solve all of his problems, it would certainly solve one of them. He followed Virgil back to his room and sat awkwardly in a chair as the anxious aspect rummaged around the piles of messy clothes for the object in question.

     "Goddamn it. I think I might have left it in the bathroom. I'll be right back." Virgil rushed out of his room and closed the door behind him. And for the first time since he had put his outfit on, Logan was alone. He sighed in comfortable silence, enjoying the peace and quiet that he normally was not able to obtain in any other situation, especially this one. He was positive there was no other side around so he did not think twice when he pulled his skirt down to once again adjust his confounded tights! As his guard was down, an unmistakable deep chuckle that could only belong to Janus's voice sounded from behind him.

     "Logan. Oh, dear sweet Logan. I thought you would have done your research on nylons before wearing them." Logan's skirt was down at his ankles and he could not maneuver so easily without bending over. Thus, he shuffled so he could face the scaled side who had clearly taken amusement in his many predicaments the nylons had gotten him into.

     "Yes. Well. An oversight on my part." He admitted, feeling a little vulnerable in his current situation.

     Janus chuckled, walking over to Logan with his normal condescending smirk. "Just one thing and I'll leave you alone. I promise." Logan quickly crossed his legs and curled his toes, ready to deck Deceit if he even attempted to tickle there. His eyes flickered down, eyeing the precautions the logical side was taking. "Relax your tootsies Logan. That is not my area of focus. Well, not entirely."

     "Please expand on your foreboding statements." Logan seethed watching Janus's every movement. His gaze flew down to Logan's hips and he couldn't help but follow, wondering what he was looking at.

     "See how the nylons are bunched at your hips?" Logan lifted up his vest a little bit in question seeing the place where the nylons bunched into a little roll of fabric that settled around his waist. "You're supposed to pull them all the way up over your belly button. As high as they can go."

     "Is that why they keep slipping?" Logan inquired, genuinely curious how Janus knew this much about tights.

     "Bingo." Logan nodded and tried to pull them up himself, but of course Janus slapped his hands away. "No no. You'll only mess it up. Allow me."

     "I swear, Janus. If you tickle me I will-" He was cut off when Janus's first pair of stretchy arms began to carefully unroll the bunched bit of fabric near his waistline. The gentle fingers caused him to gasp.

     "It's not my fault you're so ticklish. So, no...I'm not trying to tickle..." A hand quickly pinched his hip, contrary to what he had just said. "Yet." Janus's hands then began to deliberately tickle as they pulled the fabric up his sides and tummy. Two more came out to restrain his wrists above his head because as Janus put it, he was squirming too much, and it would only make the Nylons fall back down if he continued his arbitrary movements.

     "Yes, so that is one of the places where you need to take great care of how you don it, or else it will bunch up. I'm sure you've noticed the crotch gap by now. And that makes the thighs the second usual place you need to pull it up thoroughly or else that will happen every step you take." Two more of Janus's hands appeared and began pinching at his thighs, much like Patton had done a few hours before, but this time it was pure torture for the logical aspect. Whereas Patton's ticklish pinches were more accidental, Janus meant his and although he said he was helping, Logan thought he was helping himself rather than helping him.

     He was writhing and shrieking in Janus's hold, probably louder than Janus had intended, but it seemed to do some good on Logan's behalf, because Virgil came running in at the panicked sound.

     "HEY!" He shouted at Janus and sprayed the can of anti-static spray straight into his eyes. Janus quickly scrunched his face in slight pain and withdrew his hands from the attack on Logan to begin comically batting at the air in front of him. As Janus sputtered to get the substance out of his face, Logan was released and he dropped to his knees, and panted desperately for air. Virgil had tried to comfort him, but it seemed Logan was too angry to be consoled at this time. With a war cry, he ripped off the nylons and replaced his skirt, running out of Virgil's room with a stride as wide as the skirt could grant him.

     "That is IT! I am finished! I can't take anymore of this ridiculousness!" He shoved them in the nearest trash can that he could find and quickly sunk down to the real world before Janus or Virgil could find him. He needed to find Thomas and tell him what the situation was, hoping that would take care of all of the problems he was facing regarding the nylons.

     He found Thomas watching TV and approached him with a desperate and pleading expression. "Thomas. Please. I implore you. I will gladly wear this outfit, but do not make me wear those godforsaken tights any longer. Please, I can't!"

     "Woah! Woah. Easy buddy." Thomas comforted the logical aspect by patting him on the back. "It's just the tights right?"

     "Yes..." Logan held back a sob.

     "Yeah. You don't have to wear them any longer. It's okay."

      Logan smiled, and sunk back down into the mindscape, extremely grateful for Thomas's decision. "Thank you Thomas. Thank you." So Logan no longer had to wear that which was torturing him. Patton had praised him for putting up with it for so long and Virgil didn't blame him at all. Janus apologized in his suave way, simply stating he couldn't resist such an adorable opportunity to teach the teacher a bit of a lesson. And although Roman still insisted on tickling Logan since he no longer had the nylons on, Logan could truthfully careless. The tickling without the nylons was much easier to handle and he was even able to get Roman back some this time.

     So in general, Logan enjoyed his new outfit much more now that the tights were gone.

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Author's Note: Yeah! That was actually my first fic with all of the known characters of Sanders Sides! How did it turn out? It was a big project that I bearily finished on time so I'ma have to plan it out if I do something like that again. This fic might have went on longer than it should have, I don't know, but it's something for this week! I like literally scrapped what I was going to write because my brain could not stop thinking about tickling Logan in nylons! So I appeased my brain and this is the result! Thank you so much for reading and I hope you have a lovely whatever time of day it is for you! ^^ Ceffy out! <3