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Hey there guys, I'm back with another chap but before that..i finally got a chance to watch X-Men: Dark Phoenix and it was really sad to see that Jean Horrible Grey kill Mystique in the flick! To be honest, I've always loved the twisted but still caring character of that blue lady. Since those idiots have already killed that great character before she could join X-Men 1, 2 and 3, the only explanation I can give about her being with Victor in 2029 is that Deadpool, who is still using Cable's time travel device in some other Timeline has made some terrific changes in the past that are gonna make Mystique survive for my story πŸ˜‰!

Irbis- Ikr! That's why I stopped writing diary years ago πŸ˜‚! This update is going to show a lot of good moments between my crazy couple, hope you like it 😘!

Creedslove- Before anything else- for those who don't know her, πŸ‘‰CreedsloveπŸ‘ˆ is a fabulous writer who's written some great Creed/OC fics. You can check out her works on AO3 and Tumblr! Sorry girl, I haven't been there to read your works for the past few days because my Tumblr account's been denying my attempts to log in for some stupid reason πŸ˜’.

Now, thank you so much for your precious review, dear 😘! I read you last comment on THE BOND and it really touched my heart so thank you so much for that, too. I really had no idea you liked that story so much πŸ’•! But sorry, I have nothing that could be a sequel to Victor/Claire saga on my mind right now, but I have a compensatory gift for you- I'm currently working on another Victor/OC story and my OC's character and looks are quite inspired by you. I'm sure you're gonna love it πŸ˜‰!

Last, but not the least- Happy 4th of July, people πŸŽ†! God Bless America ✨!

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*knock knock*

A soft knock at the door broke Creed out of the emotional turmoil Mystique's revelation had created inside him last night. He finally ripped his gaze off the mirror and lazily picked up the shirt he had taken out for today from the bed.

"Come in, Cub."

With a tray full of bacon and pancakes, Stella slowly walked in and smiled obediently. "Morning, Mr. Creed."

Creed gave a dry nod in return and came back to the dressing table to button up the shirt in the mirror. "Where's Blue? Isn't she supposed ta bring me breakfast every day as long as she's here?"

Stella put the tray on the bed and spoke softly. "Ms. Darkholme's a little bit busy with her kids today, so she sent me."

Victor gave another dry nod and muttered as he rolled up his sleeves. "So the blue bitch's tryin' ta avoid seein' me, huh."

Stella's sharp ears heard the incoherent mutter anyway. Biting her bottom lip nervously, she let out a mutter of her own. "Well, what else do you expect from her after whatever you said to her last night?"

"Cub," Totally surprised, Creed threw the girl a sharp glare. "Ya eavesdrop us every night?"

The amphibian girl lowered her head quickly and mumbled. "Every feral living in this house knows what you two do every night, Mr. Creed."

A slight hint of embarrassment had joined his shock this time. Victor rapidly turned to her and crossed his arms stiffly. "So ya're here ta defend yer new friend now?"

Stella sighed and shook her head again. "I am not here to defend anyone, Mr. Creed. In fact, I don't even know what it exactly is between you two. All I know that your words were pretty harsh last night and they really hurt Ms. Darkholme."

"Oh trust me, Cub," breathing angrily, Creed gritted out his anger in a barely contained tone. "That chameleon's tears are as fake as she's herself. And yeah, she also hates me as much as I do her."

Being a typical teenager all of a sudden, Stella quickly grumbled with a soft roll of eyes. "Well I don't know about you, but whenever i talk to Mystique about you, I smell a mix of various emotions, but hate is never one of them."

Before Creed could scold the feral girl for forgetting her manners, she twirled on her heel and stormed out of the room. Victor threw his hands in the air with an baffled shake of his head.

"What's gotten inta ya today, kid?"

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"So," Creed tried to sound completely nonchalant as his axe made another strike at one of the dry trees of his lawn. "Tell me about all the stuff i missed in the past few years."

Toad momentarily halted his hands gathering the chopped logs and cocked a brow. "What do you wanna know, man?"

"Everythin'." he shrugged. "Brotherhood, other members, buckethead."

Toad smirked and resumed the gathering. "Well, everything was goin' great until your goddamn son convinced the government to pass that Mutant Control Act."

Creed sighed. "That boy is my biggest mistake."

"Couldn't have put it better myself." the green mutant snickered, bundling up the kindlings. "That Legacy Virus shit created by your son's white coats destroyed everything. Brotherhood, X-Men...everything was gone. We all lost a lot of friends. After Erik's death...it was a hard time fer all of us, man. Myst was the most affected by this loss. It took her a long time to get over his death, but then she took over his ship and decided ta continue his mission, ta protect mutants from those goddamn flatscans."

Victor rolled his eyes. "Wow, that blue bitch became a nun all of sudden and nobody told me?"

Toad smirked again. "I know ya've got an old beef with her, but trust me big buy, Myst ain't that evil, self-centered, manipulative bitch anymore. First she lost Erik and then Xavier. Losin' both your brother and your best friend does that fer ya."

"I ain't still buyin' any of that." Creed growled, the next swing carrying some extra force laced with anger. "I've known Raven fer years. That woman's all about her fuckin' self! She never done a single thing fer others!"

"Oh yeah?" Toad growled back as he stood up. "Then maybe you don't know but she's the only one yer livin' this peaceful life in Canada because of!"

Creed's eyes narrowed immediately. "What the hell do ya mean?"

Toad crossed his arms with a deep sigh as he began to read another secret chapter of Mystique's life. "Nobody but me knows this, man, but she's the one who impersonated the President of Canada years ago so she could convince his government not to join USA and his sycophantic countries' mindless crusade against mutants."

"What?!"

Toad nodded. "That's the truth. She then gathered all the remaining mutants and founded a new Brotherhood here in Canada." He pointed a finger toward the large window of Creed's living room. All the kids, Stella and Mystique were playing Scribbles after breakfast. One of the kids was pouting over Mystique's another win and she couldn't help but laugh this time. Victor almost felt a deep ache in his chest when he found the blue woman laughing so cheerfully and freely among all those children. It was no smirk or sneer. It was a sweet, genuine laugh. She had never done in his presence, maybe because he never gave her a chance to.

"Those kids," Toad continued. "They were never our responsibility. We'd been livin' underground for years, until Xavier mentally contacted Mystique ta save those kids. It was the last favour that old gadgie wanted from his sister before dyin'. Gettin' those kids outta that hell and protectin' them now became Mystique's responsibility."

Toad waited for a sneer but when nothing came out of Creed's shocked mouth, he sighed and continued. "Look I'm not tryin' to tell you to forget your beef against her, but just remember all this when ya try to make her pay 'the rent' fer lettin' us all stay here."

With the last word Toad picked up the bundle, put it on his shoulder and walked away, leaving Creed alone to stare at Mystique's joyful laughter and cogitate over this newly found side of her life.

Sabertooth sighs.

Maybe we really misunderstood her.

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"Seein' ya do all those daily chores like normal frails feels good."

Taking out soaked load, Mystique closed her eyes and exhaled shakily to let the taunt go over her head. "W-What're you doing here, M-Mr. Creed?"

Clearing his throat slightly, Creed uncrossed his arms and walked in with a careless shrug. "Just came ta make sure ya haven't sabotaged my machine yet."

Shivering, Mystique dumped the last few clothes into ice-cold water and threw the feral man a sharp glare. "W-Well i'm almost done and as y-you can see, your machine's still working, so you can go feel relieved and go back to do w-whatever you were doing..."

"Nah," Victor shook his head with a defiant smirk and leaned back against the nearby wall before almost growling. "I ain't goin' anywhere until ya answer ta a question of mine."

Mystique's body stiffened at the deep seriousness of his tone. Her deep frown looked over shoulder as she turned on the dryer. "What question?"

Creed stared into her yellow gaze for a long, uninterrupted minute. He had no idea why he wanted to know this, maybe because of that 'unseen side' of Mystique Stella and Toad'd told him about today. Maybe there were a lot of things about this woman he didn't know and he wanted to know all of them before making a new opinion about her.

Keeping her pinned with his gaze, he whispered softly. "Who's Angela?"

Mystique's ears perked up as her beloved diary's name fell out of that feral bastard's mouth. She balled her hands into fists and growled angrily. "I already told you that-"

"And we both know that's not true." Creed cut off the snarl. "I asked ya a simple question, and I want a simple answer. Now, tell me. Who's Angela?"

Mystique threw her head back and whined. "But why do you even wanna know about her?!"

Victor suddenly lunged forward and trapped Mystique's body within the ring of his arms. His lips almost brushed hers as he buried his eyes into hers. "Because I wanna know about the good side of the baddest bitch of the planet she hides from everyone for some shitty reason."

Mystique stared into those mesmerisingly deep amber pools for a long moment before whispering. "She was my sister. My elder twin by five minutes. Unlike me Angie was completely normal. That was why she was Daddy's favourite, but she never hated me for my blue skin." a weak smile played across her lips. "We would always play together and share everything. Daddy told her to stay away from me or I'd 'infect' her, but she never listened to him."

A distant, painful look crept into her eyes as she remembered that saddening accident. "One day we were playing tag outside...I was chasing her, and she was just running across the road when a car just came out of nowhere and..." tears of uncompensable loss filled her eyes after years.

When she felt the wet drops streaking down her eyes, she hastily wiped them away and sniffled. "I lost my best friend that day. She was the only emotional support I had ever had. Our bond was different, it was based on love and trust. Even after getting a stay at Charles' house, I could never get comfortable with the guy because of his mental powers when it came to spilling my guts to him."

She looked back to Creed and smiled sadly. "I had read The Diary of a Young Girl in Mr. Xavier's library. Anne Frank inspired me to write a diary of my own and I named it Angela because she was the only person I had shared every good and bad moment of my life with."

A long minute of complete silence hung in the air. Creed listened to every shocking word carefully, letting Sabertooth absorbs the unknown side of this blue shape-shifter she had never shown anyone else.

Sabertooth growls.

Her father was a A grade asshole!

It took the shocked feral a long minute to react to her revelation. "So...does anyone else also know about her?"

Mystique shook her head. "Both Charles and Erik knew that I wrote a journal, but they never asked me much about it. Toad once caught me writing, but I threatened him not to tell anyone about it or I'll cut out his tongue."

Creed chuckled. "So that means I'm the only one, huh."

Mystique gave a pursed nod, but before she could say anything else, the buzzer of the machine pulled their attention. She looked back to Creed and smirked.

"Now if you're done, I've got to do my laundry."

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*knock knock*

"Come in, chameleon."

With a sharp huff, Mystique quietly walked in and closed the door behind. Her red eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Unlike the past one week, Creed was sitting in complete darkness tonight. If it wasn't for her night vision, she couldn't have made out anything. Her eyes scanned his stark-naked body. The rigid frame was sitting completely motionless in that old chair other than his eyes, that were intensely eyeing her from head to toe.

And the biggest surprise, they were pitch-black tonight.

Does it mean...?

"So, who's it going to be tonight, Mr. Creed?" she asked calmly. She'd probably gotten used to his straight demands.

Trapping his thin bottom lip between his teeth, the feral man leaned back and spoke softly. "No change tonight. Just go to the footboard and wait fer me."

Okay now that was SHOCKING! Creed...he really wanted to fuck her just as Mystique tonight?! Because as far as he'd implied for the past one week, he didn't want to see her ugly face and blue body while taking her. And why were they going anywhere near his bed? Had they both covered all other places of this ridiculously large room? His goals were really unnerving her tonight.

Can't she just transform into a telepath to sense his evil intentions tonight?

"How many fuckin' times do I need ya tell not ta run yer pretty brains in my room, chameleon?" an annoyed growl shattered her contemplation. "Just go ta the fuckin' footboard, shifter!"

Nodding shakily, Mystique slowly paced over to the bed. Like the feral bastard just demanded, she reached the bottom, gripped it tightly, rested her head on it and waited for him.

The feral finally left the chair and approached the blue woman. He silently reached behind her and crouched down until his face was facing her dry pussy hidden behind her plump butt cheeks. She internally shuddered when he widened her legs to stare at her most private regions. The crimson lips of her hairless cunt had no traces of arousal and her small clit wasn't swollen and throbbing as it always was when he was inside her.

"W-What the..." a small shuddering gasp left the shifter's mouth as a warm but rough tongue caressed her inner labia and clitorius in one long and wet lick. She snapped over her shoulder in great shock. "M-Mr. Creed, what are you-"

"Sabertooth." a very animalistic growl vibrated against her rapidly dampening hole. "Call me Sabertooth tonight."

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Before Mystique's shocked mind could absorb the words, Sabertooth gripped her asscheeks tightly and let his tongue start shoving in and out of her slit. The anil shape-shifter' irises disappeared into the back of her head and a series of involuntary moans and gasps began to jump off her lips.

"O-Oh gawd...j-just stop..mmmm!"

THAT was her weakness! She could never resist a good licking. Her clawed fingers grasped the old board angrily as her treacherous body began to buck against Sabertooth's action. Pleased by her reaction, Sabertooth began to massage her round globes, muttering praises against her gushing pussy.

"Damn, shifter..." her juices running down his chin. "Yer pussy still tastes so good..."

Mystique wasn't in the state of replying to any of his taunts or compliments. Chewing her lower lip, She just squeezed her eyes shut and started waving against Sabertooth's mouth madly. She was sure it was another pathetic trick of Victor Creed to make fun of her, but her ability of resisting his shenanigans had crumbled at this point.

Smelling her desperation, the feral man pulled his tongue back and jumped to his feet to take care of her needs. A weak, protesting groan escaped Mystique's mouth and turned into a bitter smirk. She knew he would never let her finish. That sadistic bastard would never let her cum in his room.

If only she knew how wrong she was.

Sabertooth's hand wrapped around his cock, stroking the spikes lightly. Mystique heard every movement and prepared herself to be treated as a fucking fuck doll again. A sharp hiss left her mouth when the thick prick pushed its way inside her soaking snatch.

"Sssss!"

To her great surprise, his entry wasn't forced this time. It was gentle, careful and maddening. Yeah, maddening. Because she felt every spike rake her walls so softly it made her dump another rush of wetness. Once Sabertooth was balls-deep inside her, the game of pumping in and out of her kicked off. She closed her eyes again and waited for this sweet torture to end, but they flew open when Sabertooth's hands snaked around to tweak her nipples hidden in the pouches within her scales. They were always hypersensitive and just one touch was enough to make Mystique howl out her pleasure.

"O-Oh shit! Yesss!"

Sabertooth loved those sweet wounds and increased his speed. Both naked bodies now slapping and thumping against each other to create some very obscene moans.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Mmphhh!"

Mystique's climax had reached her head by this moment. She could burst any second and she was sure that like always, Victor would pull out right before she could burst. Collecting the last few remaining bits of her self-respect, she tried to pull away from the feral man herself, but her eyes widened with a sharp yelp as ten razor-sharp talons dug into the skin of her ass while Sabertooth's teeth grabbed a large portion of her shoulder in his mouth.

"A-HHH! S-SABER..."

Fresh blood poured out of every hole his teeth and claws made on her scaly skin. Searing pain collided with heavenly rapture, something they both craved. With a mouth full of her blue flesh, Sabertooth just grunted in response and kept fucking her like a beast he was. The final nail in the coffin was his audacious right hand that sought out her now painfully throbbing clit and pinched it mercilessly. That was it. That was all Mystique's pleasure-overwhelmed body could take. Tears of unbearable bliss sprang out of her eyes. She came undone, screaming like a bitch in heat.

"OH GAWD! YESSSS! DON'T STOP! DON'T FUCKING STOP NOW, SABERTOOTH!"

He didn't. Not until her furiously clenching muscles milked his cock. Every last drop.

"Oh fuck yeah...!"

When blissful afterglow finally got a chance to crept into their sated minds, Sabertooth slowly released the shifter and turned her around. They both stared into each other's eyes deeply. There were so many questions in her yellow pools. Mystique still needed to know what exactly happened tonight. Why had Sabertooth replaced Victor Creed and why had he let her come with him?

Mystique opened her mouth to utter her questions but Sabertooth silenced her with a soft "Shhh."

A foreclaw wiped at the drying streaks on her cheeks before the feral man picked up the indigo woman in his arms and brought her to his bed. A totally baffled Mystique simply watched him cover their bodies with a thick blanket. He then slipped an arm around his waist to pull her closer to his warm chest.

"Sleep." a low growl fell into her ear from behind.

Shocked and confused and tired, the shape-shifter nodded and slowly closed her eyes, hoping to find all her answers in the morning.

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Next Time:- Time to say goodbye...