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A Midsummers Night's Nightmare, part three

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Scott pushes past a branch, huffing slightly and pushing back a lock of his hair from his face. This was starting out to be more of a bad idea then he first thought. He sighs, cupping his hands around his mouth. "KURT! LOGAN!" Scott called out, startling a few birds and causing bats to swoop him.

He yelps, ducking under the bats as his voice echoed after him uselessly. "Why even out in the forest? Why couldn't this damn mutant be hidden out in a park or something?" he grumbled, pushing forward.

Pandora spins the Hearts Folly in her hand as she walks across the branches above. "come what sorrow can, it cannot countervail the exchange of joy. That short minute gives them in their own sights" she murmurs, looking down as she loosely followed Scott.

She smirks, stuffing the flower behind her ear as she pulls out a second rose; it was midnight purple in colour, with small yellow flecks in the colour of crescent moons. She spins it in hand, before running forward, grabbing a vine and swinging down and around, smirking as she swung behind Scott and slipped off the vine and into the shadows.

She slips up behind him. "Good morrow, young one. Your heart may be full, but your heart is empty with thy current love."

Before he could even process her words, she slipped the rose under his nose. His eyes fluttered shut underneath his visor, before his body slumps backwards, a small goofy smile spreading across his face as he looses consciousness.

She ssmiles, catching him with ease, and pulling him into a different clearing, lowering him onto the ground, and slipping his visor off. She plucks the Hearts Folly from behind her ear and removes another petal, squeezing the oils into his closed eyes.

"The next thing then he waking, looks upon, be it a lion, bear or wolf or bull, on meddling monkey or on busy ape, he shall pursue it with the soul of love." she murmured softly.

Scott mumbled something incoherently, shifting slightly in his sleep, before quieting and going back into the enchanted sleep.

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"Dang, dis forest be a big one. Hooo, Gambit didn't expect for de rumors t'be true..." Remy mumbles as he wandered through the forest, red and black eyes flicking over the nature.

He heard Scott's yell and rolled his eyes. "Dat man never know how t'be subtle, non? Dis is why we never actually complete recruitment missions with him." he spins a card in hand, letting it charge, before letting it go out.

Rney clears his throat, before shouting out: "Parting is such sweet sorrow! T'be or not t'be, dats de question!"

Nothing.

"Com'on, Cher. Be nice t'ol' Gambit, huh? Jus' come on out and we don't need t'be fightin, right? It's a big forest you be hidin out in, an it be easier for me and my friends to find ya and bring you back."

"... Remy?" Peters voice echoed out, before cracking up into laughter. "Dude, that's so cheesy! Where did you even think of that cheeze?!"

Remy rolls his eyes, leaning against a tree thick with moss. "Laugh it up, Maximoff. We'll see who's laughing when you faceplant into a tree."

"Hardy Hardy Har. That was one time, Lebeau."

"Mhmm. Right. Well, where are you at, mon ami? We could help each other find this mutant."

"Right, and end up snogging you? Hard pass."

Remy barks out a laugh. "And why would Gambit even kiss you?"

"Well, first of all" Peter started, still calling out from wherever he was in the forest. "I'm the best catch you'd ever get in this pond of mutants,"

"Right," Remy rolls his eyes, grinning.

"Second, Logan and Kurt spent two minutes together here before starting to make out, so why'd I even go near you?"

"... Touchè. I'm still coming to ya, though. Gambit ain't gettin lost in dis forest on my own." Remy smirked, pushing himself off the tree and strutting his way to Peter.

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Ororo stands at a lake, looking around. "... How have I came here?" she murmurs, brow furrowed in confusion. Then the lake rippled as koi fish swam underneath the surface. The a flicker of something - colour, flashed on the surface, catching her eye.

She looks to the lake, more closely this time, then an entire ballroom shone on the surface of the lake. She gasped softly, crouching down to look down at the lake. She reached out hesitantly, before letting her fingertips touch the waters surface.

With a wet thkwip!, she's pulled underneath the surface by an invisible force, not enough time to make a sound of surprise as she suddenly -

Stands in the centre of the ball, wearing a long black dress, sequins sewed into little lightning bolt patterns up the seams. She spins around, eyes wide with surprise, as she sees probably hundreds of other people around her, dancing to some old and fancy music.

She turns around as she's tapped on the shoulder by a man in a silver masquerade mask. He had sandy blonde hair, with icy blue eyes behind the mask.

"M'lady," he said, his voice accented with an old English accent. "I do hope mine hand doesn't offend thine own hand, but I must wish for a dance, for thou art the most beautiful thing I ever laid mine eyes upon."

Ororo looks at him in surprise. "Oh, no, it doesn't offend me, uh, but can I ask where I am?"

"Where you are? Your at Lord and Lady Capulets grand party, to celebrate the joining of young Juilet and Prince Paris. Though, thy must jest, no?"

She forces a small smile and let's out a soft laugh, quickly playing along. The quicker she knew where she was, the quicker she could leave and get back to the others. "Ah, yes, I do jest. It's a fine party, no?"

He nods, smiling softly. "Tis but the finest. Especially since I laid mine bare eyes upon thine beauty." he raises her hand to his lips and presses the softest kiss onto her knuckles. "May I request a dance with you?"

"... Yes, you may." she spoke as he took one of her hands in his and wrapped an arm around her waist, while she placed her other hand on his shoulder.

Then, they danced. He pulled her into a spin, and they moved to the music, smiling and laughing softly, and she forgot her troubles, for this moment, letting herself belong, be someone other than Ororo Munroe or Storm.

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Remy looks around as he made is way to Peter, humming under his breath. "Marco!"

"Polo!"

"Comin right atcha, cher.—"

"Remy~" a familiar southern accent called from the thick of the trees. He instantly stops, looking around, eyes wide with shock.

"Anna?" He called out, stepping to where he heard her voice.

“What’s wrong, sugah? Ya look as lost as a kitten caught in a summer rain.”

He chuckles. "Nothin's wrong, Anna. Where are you and how'd you get here, cher?"

“Grabbed m’self a new jet, duh. Well, don’t go thinkin’ Ah’m some helpless damsel needin’ savin’, darlin’. Ah can handle meself just fine.”

He chuckles. That was his Rouge alright. "So where are you, cher?"

A hand on his shoulder spins him around until him and return Anna were face to face. "Ah'm right here, sugah."

"Looks like you caught me, cheri..." he murmured, a devil may care smirk on his face.

“…Y’know… looks like Ah… Ah did catch’er, sugar…” she grins, the sound of the world around them fading into nothingness.

"... What are you gunna do with your prisoner then?"

And before anything else was said, she pulled him into a passionate kiss. His eyes widened in surprise, but quickly leaned into it, slipping his arms around her waist, as her arms came around his neck.

Remy chuckled low against her lips, the sound vibrating through her like electricity. “Ah, sugar… ye kiss like a thief, but I canna say I’m complainin’.”

Rouge pulled back just enough to smirk, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Well, a thief deserves a taste o’ his own medicine, n’est-ce pas?”

He raised a brow, one hand sliding to her hip, the other brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Nothin’ wrong with a lil’ fun… but ye know, cheri, captives usually don’t get the say.”

“Ah reckon,” she murmured, leaning close enough that her breath ghosted over his ear, “but maybe this one’s special.”

Remy groaned, tilting his head back to capture her lips again, their playful sparring giving way to something hotter, something neither could—or wanted—to resist. Around them, the night stretched on, a silent witness to two hearts chasing, teasing, and igniting in a dance older than words.

Remy pulled back just a fraction, his gaze scanning hers. “Somethin’ ‘bout ye feels… different, cheri. Almost like I ken somethin’ I shouldn’t.”

She tilted her head, the faintest glimmer of mischief—or was it malice?—dancing in her eyes. “Ah, maybe ye just like the mystery, sugar… or maybe ye’re slow on the uptake.”

He grinned, brushing his thumb over her cheek. “Slow? Hardly. But ye’ve got me spinnin’, that’s for sure.”

And then, as if on cue, a faint shimmer rippled around her—just enough to make the shadows bend unnaturally. Remy’s eyes narrowed. “Ah… that’s nae right. Ye’re not… ye’re not exactly who I thought ye were, are ye?”

Her smile widened, almost theatrical, and she whispered, “Oh, but I am who I say I am, sugar… just… better told in iambs and sonnets.”

Before he could respond, the world around them seemed to tilt, the air thickening like stage smoke. Remy’s grin faltered, his instincts screaming. This wasn’t a lover. This was… art. Dangerous, living, manipulative art

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"Remy! Rembo! Remington! Where are you?! I thought you said we're gunna come to me and not get lost!" Peter called out, sprinting a few feet around every few seconds.

Nothing.

"... Peter?" Jean called out, making him flinch in surprise.

"Jean! You made me jump!" he spun around to face her, silver hair catching the moonlight.

"Sorry. I... I found Logan's jacket, but I couldn't find him and thought he went out further with Kurt."

Peter frowns slightly. "His jacket? What, so he's stripped in the middle of the forest? Poor Kurt."

Jeans face goes an interesting shade of red as she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "No, what I'm saying is that he could be nearby. And your the only person I've heard from since we split up, so you know where everyone is?"

"... Nope. I heard Remy, he said he'd come to me, and he's ghosted me. Can't you read our minds and find everyone?"

"... No. The forest has done something to my powers, and I can't get a read on anyone."

He frowns again. "... Well that's odd."

"... Yea... Uh, since you've heard from Remy, so you know where Scott and Ororo are?" she pushes her hair back as she looked at Peter with hope in her eyes.

"Nope."

"...oh... Well, we should stick together then."

"Okay. So, just a heads up–" he zooms up next to her. "Who are we looking for? Remy? Scott? Ororo? Logan and Kurt? Or the new omega level mutant?"

"... We should probably gather the team back up, then look for them. "

Peter frowns slightly. "But we could find Logan and Kurt first and they could help us look for everyone else."

"Yea, but we don't know Logan a state of mind or Kurts state of mind, so it's just... Safer for everyone."

"But how do we know Logan isn't hurting Kurt? What if Kurt didn't want to snog Logan, and he's being made to–"

"Peter, I get your worried, but—"

"But? But?! Jean, you and scottScott told us the second Kurt bamfed into this forest, something became extremely wrong, and your telling me we're not going after the two people that have been here the longest–"

"Peter –"

"But instead searching for everyone BUT them?!" Peter steps towards her, raising a blaming finger. "Tell me! Tell me why we're not looking for Logan?! Tell me why we're not looking for Kurt!?"

"Peter, I need you to calm down, please, I know your upset about Kurt, but you can't let your feelings for him get in the way of yo–"

"Of my sense of judgement? My moral compass?! Well, I don't give a Damn right now Jean! Kurt is out here, snogging Logan, and your telling me to calm down! No, I don't think I will calm down! In fact, I'm not gunna go looking with you and your stupid plan, and instead, look for Kurt and try finding out what's wrong!"

And with that, Peter zoomed off, leaving Jean stood there, alone once more.

"... Tis but a shame! I bite my thumb as thee, for thou doth not seem to value thy team well. " a musically lilted voice said from above. Jean looks up, startled, as she seems Pandora O'Hara. Hamlet.

"You–your the mutant—aren't you?!" Jean called up, stepping back to crane her neck upwards to look at the mutant.

"Yes. I art thy mutant thou had beenth searching for!"

"... What have you done with my team."

"Done? Thy ado about nothing, my dear! Dear Scott be sleeping at the trunk of a mighty tree, while lady Ororo be dancing the night away!"

Jean narrows her eyes, stepping forward. "What have you done with them."

Pandora smirks, sitting on the branch and swinging her legs. "Enjoy the madness, Lady Gray." She laughs, before disappearing into the shadows once more.

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A Midsummer Nights Nightmare, part two

Kurt looks up at Logan, his face flushed a dark blue as he was caged between Logan and the tree. He could bamf away, but if he did, Logan could grab on and get bamfed as well, or hunt after him.

"Logan," Kurt swallowed, his golden eyes wide. "vhats gotten into you?!"

Logan tilted his head, leaning forward slightly. "Whats gotten into me?... Probably because it feels like I'm seeing you for the first time, Kurt."

Kurt. Not elf. Not Nightcrawler. Kurt. And that's what made the blue mutants heart race.

Logans other hand reaches up, and after a moments hesitation, gently moves up and gently brushes against Kurt's jaw with the softest of touches. A shiver ran up Kurt's spine as electricity seemed to spark at the contact.

"L-Logan-" Kurt whispered, cut off as Logan gently traced his jawline with his hand, sending sparks dance across his spine. His tail stiffened as on pure instinct, he leaned into his hand, eyes fluttering shut.

"I... Tell me this is real... That... That I'm not imagining this..." Logan murmurs, his rough eyes searching Kurt's face.

"I-... Zis isn't you, Logan. Vhats vrong vith you?" Kurt said, pulling away from his hand and looking up at him. His tail subtly clicked a distress signal on his comms device, a motion Logan never saw.

"I... I dunno... But I don't wanna stop..."

"Don't you see? Zis... Zis isn't you. Somethingz happened. Let me help you, Freund-"

And before he could continue, Logans lips crashed against his. Kurt stiffened, back pressed hard against the tree, his hands clutching the tree like a lifeline. He felt Logans hand cup his jaw, his other one moving to the small of his back.

Small pink and heart shaped particles float down at them, almost invisible to the naked eye, which both Logan and Kurt breathed in.

And that's when Kurt gave into it. That moment where he felt Logans hand rest at the base of his spine pulling him closer. His eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into it, his tail curling around Logans wrist.

Unbeknownst to the two, Pandora stood above them high in the trees, shaking the pollen of the Hearts Folly over the two. She smiles to herself as she watches. "Whence two hearts combine, love stays within the air. Oh if Oberon and Puck could see mine own work! Would thy be impressed? Nay, thou'd be most pleased, with the joining of two hearts!"

She smiles to herself, before walking along the branches, away from the two Xmen locked in a passionate moment that'd last longer than minutes.

Meanwhile, in the X-Mansion...

Scott looks up when he hears the ping of Kurt's comms. He opens a holographic map, looking at his location.

"... Jean. Somethings wrong. Kurt activated his distress signal and Logans with him."

Jean glances over, raising an eyebrow. "Where are they?" she asks, stepping over and looking at the map.

"At that forest with that omega mutant Charles was talking about. But why'd he activate his distress signal if there isn't anything attacking?" he zooms in on the map, tracking the heat signals. His face immediately pales and goes red in a span of three seconds.

"Jean... Uh, do Kurt and Logan have a thing going on?"

"... Not that I'm aware of. Why?"

Scott points wordlessly to the map, showing heat signatures of Logan and Kurt locked in a passionate kiss.

"... Oh... No... I didn't... They're... They're really doing it aren't they?"

"Jean... Uh, I think we need to gather the team up."

She nods and walks out of the room, to Charles office. She knocks twice before stepping in.

"Proffesor, Logan and Kurt, they're... We need to send a team out to assist them with the mission."

Charles looks up from where he was at his desk. "... Tell me what's gone on, Jean," he said, wheeling over.

"Logan and Kurt have gotten... Distracted. Scott thinks we need to send a team out to help them and retrieve her."

"... Okay. Go get Remy, Ororo, Peter and Scott, and tell them to suit up."

Jean nods, before walking out the room. Once she closed the door, she bounds down the hall, ginger hair bouncing with her steps.

Minutes later, the team stood in the Blackbird Jet. Remy smirks as he leans back in his seat. "so, Cher, who we be after? An' what happened t'poor Logan an' Kurt?"

Jean glances over from where she was piloting the jet, before looking back to the controls and window. "her name is Pandora O'Hara. But her codename is Hamlet. But Logan and Kurt?... They're... Busy."

Peter looks up, grinning. "Busy? Oooo~, do tell! They making out? Or squabbling like kids?"

"Making out." Scott said immediately.

Everyone freezes.

"'scuse me?" Remy asked, his black and red eyes flashing with surprise as he almost drops his cards.

"... Logan and Kurt. They're making out." Scott repeated, looking like he regretted every moment leading to this.

"... OOOOOOOH~" Peter started, his grin widening.

Ororo raises an eyebrow. "they're a thing?"

"I don't even know, okay?" Scott said, raking a hand through his hair.

Remy chuckles, flicking a card into the air. "Well, de devil be playin with the team tonight, non? Well Gambit be hopin' it continues, cuz Gambit wanna see how dis goes, Mon ami."

"... Yea." Scott said, no one on the jet understanding what was said through Remy's Cajun accent but going with it.

The jet, after what seemed like forever, finally landed at the forest edge. They stepped out, Remy charging a card as they stood outside the forest.

"So, if you get hurt, hurt it back. If you get killed... Walk it off" Scott said, before the team stepped into the forest.

"yea, really uplifting, Summers. A little peptalk like that never hurt anyone, did it?" Peter said, rolling his eyes as he practically vibrated.

"okay," Ororo said, stepping in before it escalated. "let's just focus on finding Logan and Kurt, then find Hamlet."

"easier said den done, Cher. This forest be the biggest one in de county for a reason. It go for miles and sometimes, if ya listen to de crazies, it moves round and keep it never endin." Remy said, grinning.

"... You want us to split up?" Jean asked Scott, reading his thoughts.

"no, not really, I just thought we'd cover more ground if we were more spread out. And we'd take less risk loosing Peter to a bushrat."

"hey."

"I mean, if what Remy said was true, then, yea, you could get lost."

Peter scoffs and rolls his eyes, crossing his arms. "whatever."

Ororo nods. "I think we should. Keep your comms on the ready."

Jean nods, albeit reluctantly, before the team steps onto their own separate paths.

Five mutants, five paths, one mistake.

Est like this with a woman like Pandora O'Hara hiding out in here. Because you never know how it'll end up.

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Earth-727. A Midsummer Night's Nightmare.

Logan stood at the edge of the forest, fog curling around his boots. This is where Charles told him were they were. He told him they were an omega level mutant, and that they were most likely centuries years old, just like him.

He steps into the forest, the fog swallowing up his footsteps. Leaves cracked and crunched under his feet while twigs snapped. "Okay kid, listen up. I'm gunna count to three, and your gunna step out. Got it?" He called out, hazel eyes flitting around.

"One..."

"Two..."

"Three."

Nothing.

He runs a hand down his face, claws itching underneath his skin. He was too old for this. "Don't make me come out for ya, kid." He grumbled, raking a hand through his hair, before walking deeper into the forest.

Hours later, he walked into a clearing. It was around sunset, and he was exhausted mentally, emotionally... And maybe physically. though he wouldn't admit that to himself. He walks to the largest tree and sits down at its trunk, breath fogging up as he leaned his head back, letting his eyes close.

A few minutes wouldn't hurt right?

High above him, in the branches, she crouches down, pale pink eyes narrowed as she looked down at the man sleeping underneath her. Her iridescent hair shimmered in the sunsets fading light as she tucks a strand behind her ear.

"To who may this man be..." She murmurs, crossing her arms. She was quite a sight to behold. Pink eyes, iridescent hair and wearing clothes you'd see in a Shakespearean museum or in a Romeo and Juliet play.

"... His soul, it but seems lonely. Nay, grieving. But what doth thou grief for? The loss of a love? A pet? Or maybe something more. His heart seems more lonely than poor Hamlets. To what this poor man has suffered though, I may never know." Her voice had a musical lilt that'd put anyone at ease.

She pulls out a flower from her satchel. It was pink, pinky-purple and purple and faded to red. It's petals had an oily sheen and were heart shaped. Hearts Folly.

She jumps down, landing on the ground without a sound. She steps towards Logan's sleeping form, instantly clocking his dogtags. "A man who has served in war... Admirable. Maybe that be the cause of his suffering." She plucks a single petal and squeezes the oils into his eyes. "The moment thy awakes, thy fate shall be shaked. What once was heartbreak turns to love, let the first person he sees have him fall in love with."

His eyes fluttered when she squeezed the oils into his eyes, but he quickly settled back into his deep sleep, shifting slightly and murmuring softly, unaware that his life from now on was charged rapidly.

Hours later he woke up, groaning and stretching. He opened his bleary eyes, and saw the moon up. He frowns, looking to his watch. Midnight. Dammit, how long did he sleep?

Logan stands up, flexing his claws. Then his comms crackled to life. "Logan? Logan, vhere are you?! Mein gott, ansver the comms!"

He pulls out the device and answers. "Yea, I'm here, elf. What do you want." He grumbled.

"You've been gone for hours! Vhere are you?! Do you need backup? Vait, don't ansver, I'll come."

"No, Kurt, I don't need you t–"

"To late!" Then the comms died as Kurts voice disappeared.

Logan stuffs the device back in his pocket as growl rumbled in his throat.

♦︎ BAMF! ♦︎

Kurt appears in a cloud of indigo and blue smoke and mist, the smell of brimstone and fresh rain on dry earth filled the air, and Kurt appeared, yellow eyes glowing in the dim light.

The second Logan looks to him —

His breath hitched slightly as his pupils dialated. He blinks, shakes his head—no, really shakes it—like he’s trying to dislodge a stubborn burr stuck deep in his brain. But the feeling won’t quit: an odd pull, like his chest is wrapped in vines of something wild and tender. His heart thumps in his chest, hard. He shifts slightly in place, swallowing back a sudden lump in his throat.

Kurt straightens up and and looks to him crossing his arms. "Logan, you've been out here for hours! Vhat have you been doing?!"

"... I..." He stuffed his hands in his pockets, his train of thought suddenly leaving him the second Kurt spoke. How did he not notice how beautiful that German accent was? How Kurts eyes glowed in this darkness, or how it–

He stops that line of thought. Get it together, Howlett. Answer him, goddammit.

"... I'm not sure... Not until you came." He said gruffly .

That caught Kurt off guard. "... Vhat?"

Logan steps forward. "I was just saying... Uh, that I didn't really know what I was doing here, until, you came and everything just seems to... Y'know, make more sense?"

His golden eyes widened slightly. "O-oh, uh, Logan, you are very... Forward, ja?" He chuckles nervously, tail wringing behind him.

Logan steps forward again and Kurt steps back. ".. Maybe. But I think I've just... Really seen you for the first time" Logan murmurs.

Kurt makes a very undignified squeak. Then his back hit a tree. He looks to it then back to Logan. "Logan, vhat-vhats gotten into you?! You –"

Logan stands in front of Kurt, hand coming up and resting by his head caging him between him and the tree. Only way out was to bamf away, but even then Logan could still find him. Kurt swallows and looks up at Logan.

In the shadows of the forest, she, Pandora O'Hara, aka Hamlet, watched with a smile, Hearts Folly still in hand. "Well... Lets see how this goes and how thou heart shall claim thy blue and fuzzy one." She murmurs.

THE END...

OF PART ONE!

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