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Logan's Nefarious Nylons

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.