Disclaimer:- He's mine, mine, MINEEE! (Uh-you guys count dreams too, right 😂?)
Hey there, guys, I'm back with another Victor Creed story (that gigantic feral hottie'd been playing with my head until I returned from my trip and typed it down, dammit!) and for the very first time, this one is going to be about one of the most famous couples NOBODY worships- Sabertooth/Mystique! Yeah, yeah, I know, you guys must be thinking why I'm bothering to write a fic about a pair that has always been just lustful and manipulative toward each other but hey, we gotta admit guys, these two share a crazy chemistry nobody has ever tried to understand but as my Creeders know me, I want to show all of you every unseen aspect of my favorite comic character's life in my own words so here we go!
So if you guys survived that long speech, now please read the following warnings:-
1. The story is basically Post-LOGAN and has lots of flashbacks from the different times of Victor/Raven's life. And yes...Victor enters the story with the third chap.
2. Victor Creed is going to be a complete a**hole in various places.
3. Raven is going to be a complete ice-queen in various places.
4. Get yourself ready for a delicious amount of angst/fluff.
5. Last but not the least- I've always preferred Rebecca Romijn as Mystique but here I'm choosing Jennifer Lawrence as Mystique because her pretty face has the innocence I need for my story.
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We have left for the new base. Once we reach there and settle down, I'll inform you about it.
Till then,
Goodbye, Angie.
Mystique's pen finally stopped writing. She clicked it off and put it back in the pocket of her shirt. She then looked back up with a deep sigh. Her Scottish friend, Toad smirked at her with an amused look. "Who would've thought that the baddest bitch of the planet named Mystique loved writin' in her pocket-sized diary like a beag girl?"
Smirking, Mystique looked back to him with a fake glower and threw a playful warning at him. "If you tell anyone about that, I'm gonna cut your damn tongue off, Mort."
The amphibian mutant laughed and tightened his grip around the steering wheel. "Naw, naw, I'll never do that! I love my tongue so very much!"
Mystique smirked and shook her head before looking down. She'd forgotten to close Angela. Her fingers reached down to close it but then lazily started turning the old pages instead. She'd written all the sweet, sour and bitter experiences of her long life on those yellowed papers. From the chirpy school-going teenager to the protector of the last few remaining mutants, she had written her every embodiment in it. Her wandering fingers accidentally stopped on the one with a giant cross on it. She clearly remembered why she'd left that cross on that page and how badly she'd fallen for the guy she'd written about on it.
Victor Creed aka Sabertooth...
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8/17/1973
Dear Angela,
I've reached William Stryker's little dark cave. I met him in the disguise of a German mutant named Leni Zauber. He needs Leni's shape-shifting ability for a sneaky program of his. Talking of sneaky, this William guy is also pretty sneaky in himself. I don't know how to explain this but...whenever i meet him, i can smell a familiar scent of shape-shifting ability on him. I've captured this scent on every fellow shape-shifter I've ever met and It's really pretty shocking and confusing because as far as I've been informed, that man is purely human.
Oh, by the way, the Logan guy Charles had sent me here to rescue is enjoying his time here with his cocky brother with scary fangs and claws. Stryker introduced me to his Team-X a couple hours ago. Everyone was pretty nice except for the cocky brother named Victor Creed. The asshole was leering at me from head to toe like I was a goddamn piece of meat.
When Stryker left me alone among those wolves, the idiot coldly asked me what my powers were apart from looking like a pretty little thing and you know how much I love teaching a damn lesson to the arrogant male-chauvinists like him so guess what, I suddenly turned into his own giant frame and posed like a supermodel with a honey-dipped drawl- Am I still a pretty little thing ta ya?"
You should've seen his face that time, Angie! Everyone besides him burst into loud giggles. The feral was all set to pounce at me and I was also ready to kick his hairy ass, but Logan stopped him. The seething asshole couldn't say anything because of his brother but yes, when I spun around to go back to my room, I heard my new nickname from his fanged mouth.
Fucking Chameleon!
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With a silent private chuckle, Mystique closed the diary and shoved it back into the pocket of her coat. Her and Victor's first encounter was one of the unforgettable events of her life because it had triggered an crazy chemistry between her and the feral man that never died.
She leaned back and turned her head. She kept staring at the snow-covered Pines out of the window for a long minute. They'd been traveling for hours. She looked back at the tired man in driver seat. "Where are we right now?"
Toad glanced at the Google Maps. "Winnipeg."
She turned to slide open the small window of trailer and smiled at the children. "Don't worry kids, we'll be there soon."
All her kids smiled at warm assurance. She then closed the window. Her tired eyes decided to rest for a while but as her eyes rolled close, a swarm of Victor's memories surrounded her. All those silly arguments, meaningful leers and inappropriate touches, everything started revolving around her brain. His arrogant mind infuriated her immensely but on the other hand, his mountainous physique was something she couldn't resist every time they were together.
And she just hated it when he always smelled it.
Her eyes snapped open and her fingers unconsciously reached back down to take out the diary so she could drown in the memories of that feral bastard again...
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8/27/1973
Dear Angela,
Sorry for long absence, life's been going pretty busy these days. This is my 10th day at Stryker's base. I've informed Xavier about Logan's well-being. The runt is pretty happy here with his obnoxious sibling. I've also told him about Stryker's search for an unique metal named Adamantium in Nigeria. Taking all that information out of his files under his nose was pretty hard but i had to do it because I'm quite suspicious about Stryker's plan. I really don't think this whole Weapon-X Program has anything to do with strengthening US Military. There's something deep and evil's boiling in Stryker's head and I'm staying here for a while to dig it out of him.
Besides, I'm used to working with the bunch of these thick-headed males. Everyone except that gigantic feral jerk is pretty friendly. I can stand Wade's flirty yap but that giant dickhead, he doesn't leave any damned chance to piss me off. From passing comments in the training room to spanking me whenever he gets a chance, he just dances on my nerves every day! I hate the way his hungry eyes keep roaming all over my body but...on the other hand...i like it sometimes. Maybe because...those fangs and claws...his wild side often reminds me of Hank.
Gawd...i think i need to get laid soon.
But yes, in spite of being a complete asshole toward me, he actually saved my life yesterday when we were sent to take the whereabouts of Adamantium out of a local mobboss. When his pets started firing at us, Victor, OF ALL PEOPLE, took a fucking bullet on himself to save ME! It pains me to admit but...he earned a little bit of respect from me today.
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Mystique was pulled back to reality by the honk of a passing by truck. She sighed and rubbed her hands together against the bitter cold of Canada. Even the heater wasn't enough today. She hated to be cold, it was the worst time of the year for her cold-blooded kind.
"Do y'need more clothes?" Toad smirked. "I got an extra blanket in the back."
"Shut up and keep driving." Mystique growled softly and began thinking about Victor again. Besides Charles, Erik and Hank, Victor was the only person she'd bothered to think about more than once. He was more than a friend or an enemy for her, he was even above a lover. She hated to admit but...there were a lot of times when she was sure that she wanted a peaceful life with the feral man in some wild corner of the world. But of course, she wasn't made for a house surrounded by white picket fences. The only aim of her life was to stand against the humans who hated the evolution of their own kind named mutants.
That's why she had to do what she did when she realized that Victor had chosen her as his Mate.
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9/24/1973
Dear Angela,
This page is actually a confession I need to make before you to get a giant load off my chest. Sorry for another long absence, my life's gone through a lot of ups and downs in the past few weeks that'd started with Logan's departure. Yes, Logan's gone. The poor guy was sick and tired of working as a ruthless and mindless butt boy of Stryker.
But his leaving'd broken Victor completely. He took it as a betrayal. His expressionless face never showed it, but his increasing temper and bloodlust had revealed that he was losing control of his animal with each passing day. I often felt bad for him but I didn't want to get involved in his melodramatic mess.
But that was until he knocked at the door of my room last night. He was smelling like a goddamn barrel of whiskey. The leering look that had been missing from his face was back. I'd sensed his evil intentions. I tried to send him back but he just burst in, grabbed my face and started kissing me like it was the last kiss of his life.
I tried to resist him, but lost the mental battle as his mouth descended and started licking my neck. It'd been a long time since I had sex so my quick surrender was quite obvious. I also pounced at him with my own hunger. Kissing and licking like a couple of horny teenagers, somehow we reached the bed and ripped each other's clothes off.
He straddled me like a true Alpha bastard he was and ordered me to change into 'the real me'. It took me a long minute to react on his question. It was clear, he wanted me to change into my real self so I just complied with his demand and transformed into my 'Raven' look.
He surprised me completely when he shook his head and repeated his command. He wanted to see 'the real me', the Beta no one had seen here. After a long hesitant minute, I turned into my blue scaly form. A wide grin crossed his blank face as I revealed my animalistic side to him. He simply grabbed my hips and shoved himself into me and kept fucking me until we were both satisfied.
But that fun time turned dead serious when he buried his canines into my neck with his climax.
The brutal act shocked me. I knew what biting meant in the feral world. It's like a tradition, ferals claim each other by leaving their marks on each other's bodies. The feral man had claimed me and I had no say in it? No, this is not going to happen! I'm not one of those disposable 'frails' he fucked and whacked every day. I'm a strong, independent and stubborn bitch who is not gonna let any man rule her life! That's why I had to do what I'm doing right now.
I'm coming back, Charles.
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Beag- Little
Naw- No
(Hope my translation is right 😂)
Sorry if you guys found the start a little bit boring. I won't lie, the next two chapters're also gonna show some some flashbacks that would enlighten y'all and Victor and Raven's angsty/lovely history. That's all I have to say for now. If you liked it even a little bit, please show your appreciation as your follows, favorites and reviews. I'll be waiting 🙏🙏🙏!