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Crossing Worlds	By : Amariahellcat Category: +S through Z > Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy Views: 968 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy, nor do I make any money from writing this.

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Full Summery: They saved the world, but there's still things left to do; to return Tutankhamen to his human shape, Sphinx must continue his journey. Meanwhile in the present, a pretty normal girl with Egypt-obsessed parents is just trying to live her life. The two are connected by vividly erotic dreams, but what does this have to do with helping Tut and finding the Lost Shrine of Isis? Continuation. Sphinx/OC
Author’s Note: Iiiiii don’t know what I’m doing anymore. Um, hi guys! I’m apparently jumping fandoms lately, geez. I’m best known as a Jak writer, though I haven’t updated anything in ages (sort of! I kind of updated Book4 of TAE? Kind of?) .
SO. I’ve owned Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy for years. And I DO mean YEARS. And as much as I loved the game, it made me rage. A lot. Because I sucked at video games when I was 15ish. Then I got into the Jak games, got addicted, and got a LOT better at platforming and video gaming in general. Skip to a week ago; I don’t remember why, but I started watching a play through of Sphinx on youtube. And, realizing a)I’d never beaten the game, and b)I’m a LOT better at gaming now, I thought I’d give it a whirl.
This game was my crack before the Jak series became my obsession; I loved the characters and the settings and the whole Egyptian theme to the thing. Sphinx is an awesome character, as is Tut. The ending makes me RAGE slightly since no sequel was ever made, which is what leads me to where I am. I actually think I WROTE a terrible fic for the game waaaay back, but it’s long since been deleted and I don’t even remember what was happening in it.
So, seeing the utter lack of stories for this wonderful game, I’m giving in and writing one myself. Just a blanket notice; I haven’t read any of the fics on this site. I apologize if the OC featured predominantly here at all resembles or reflects another writers OC; I’m working from what I think to be best, and whatever crazy plot monkeys develop in my mind.
And so, I hope you enjoy this crazy piece of fiction that I bring to you today. I don’t know where I’m going with this story. I don’t know how it will end. There WILL be smut in this and it is rated as such. There is also flipping back and forth between time periods, as the OC will be in the present for quite some time. Eh, you’ll see; enjoy!
Special AFF Note: I didn't originally plan to post this here. As a matter of fact, I've never posted ANYTHING here! But hey, there's going to be smut, so I figured why not? Also I don't know for a fact if some of the tags listed will end up being relevent, but I'll add as I need to.
Blanket Disclaimer for the entire fic: I do not own Sphinx and the Cursed Mummy, any of its characters, worlds, or objects, and I am not making any money off of this work of fiction. Isis, her parents, friends, etc., belong to me.
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CROSSING WORLDS
By Amariahellcat
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Chapter One: The Girl and the Demi-God
The room was unfamiliar. The perfect size for a single person, obviously only used for sleeping and storage. The walls were unornamented asides from painted markings, decoration imbued by the architect of the building. There was a simple dresser of sorts, the style used in Ancient Egypt, atop which lay a detailed, golden sword handle and a small leather pouch. A swatch of reeds acted as a door, muting sounds from the outside but leaving little privacy.
The thought barely brushed her mind as she hissed and arched against the body holding her, fingers digging into muscled shoulders. The bed was small, again meant for a single occupant, but it was more than big enough to hold two bodies pressed closely together. It felt strong but soft, comfortable, and provided the perfect platform for the couple sitting upon it.
Isis couldn’t help the moan that escaped when her partner bucked up against her, arousal obvious even through his sturdy pants. Emerald eyes opened to stare into slitted brown, accented with traditional Egyptian eye paint and intricate brown markings on his skin. He wore an ornate golden headdress accented with a snake, and she lifted a hand to trail along one pointed ear, rewarded with a rumble in his chest and a squeeze at her hips.
She didn’t know him, but her dream self seemed to; there was no questioning why they were here, acting like this. All she knew was the rush of heat his fingers left on her skin and the burning sensation arching higher in her stomach every time he moved.
“We’re dreaming.” She whispered, shuddering when a clawed hand breezed dangerously close to her breasts.
“Are we?” His voice was a sultry purr, deep and exotic. He bent to nip at her neck, breathing against her skin, “Then let’s not wake up.”
“Ah...” Isis shivered again, grasp on his shoulders tightening even as she felt the vision fading, “Who are you?”
“Sphinx.” He bit down harder, leaving a mark on her shoulder, “Who are you?”
“I’m...” she couldn’t breathe suddenly, her vision going blank. She tried to tell him, but no words would come. The warmth of his body disappeared in a rush, and she was left in darkness, a horrid, familiar beeping noise invading her dream...
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Toronto, ON, Canada
Present Day
Isis Cote shot up in bed, chest heaving and eyes wide. Deep emerald orbs shot around the room, searching, the girl flopping backwards in bed with an annoyed groan, hands pressed over her eyes.
“What the fuck was that dream about?” she muttered, grumbling under her breath. She let her arms fall to her sides and scowled at the ceiling, noticing that she still felt rather... hot and bothered, honestly. The dream had messed with her body as well as her mind, dammit.
Sphinx... of course it had to be an Egyptian themed dream, didn’t it? Dammit Mom and Dad, you cursed me with this name, I swear!
Beeping filtered through her thoughts, eyes going to the still buzzing alarm clock on her bedside table. Sighing roughly, Isis slapped the ‘off’ button and forced herself from the bed, slowly making her way into the connected bathroom.
Cold shower time, geez. I’ve never had a dream effect me this badly... though I’ve never had such a freaking erotic dream before, either...
She remembered the feel of his hands on her skin, the subtle musculature of his chest, the distinctly cat-like quality to his face and movements. Then she blushed, stepped into the shower stall, and turned the cold water on full blast.
Shivering but thankfully cooled off, Isis stepped from the stall and wrapped herself in a fluffy blanket, drying herself off before heading back into her bedroom. Dropping the towel as she went about finding clothes, she caught sight of her back in the mirror and scowled again, sighing and returning to her search.
She’d been born with a weird birthmark right in the middle of her back, just below her neck. It almost looked like an ankh set between two small wings; or so her parents thought, at least. It had landed her with the name ‘Isis’, anyways, despite being a platinum blonde with green eyes, about as far from looking Egyptian as possible.
That’s what she got for having archeologists for parents, apparently.
Isis threw on the first set of decent clothes she came across and jogged down the stairs, pulling her hair back in a tight ponytail as she went. Once on the main floor she had to pick her way around various artifacts and tools left behind by her parents, annoyed, as usual, by their ability to be a pain even when they weren’t home.
There was a message flashing on the machine in the kitchen, so she hit the play button as she dug through the fridge, grabbing some bread and jam and kicking the door shut with her foot.
“Hi, honey!” her mother’s overly enthusiastic voice rang through the room, making her flinch in the middle of spreading jam, “Just wanted to drop you a line to let you know we’re still alive and kicking! Hope school and everything’s going well! We’ll be home in two weeks, and we’ve got a ton of new stuff to showcase! There’s going to be a huge exposition at the ROM once everything’s set up, we can’t wait! Your father says hi! You really need to come with us to Egypt next time, Isis, I’m sure you’d love it. Say hi to Melanie for us! Gotta run, love you!”
“They’ll never get it through their heads that their obsession has made me hate Egypt, will they?” Isis grumbled as she finished spreading the jam and took a huge bite out of the bread, chewing moodily. Then she glanced at the wall clock and nearly choked on her mouthful, shoving the rest in her mouth and almost throwing the jam back in the fridge as she rushed for the foyer.
Shit, if she didn’t hurry up she was going to be late! Thankfully she’d packed her bag the night before, so Isis simply threw on her shoes, grabbed the heavy object, and barely paused to lock the door before booking it down the street.
To say that her parents were Egypt freaks would be an understatement; they’d move there if they could! Fortunately, their work at the Royal Ontario Museum (or ROM for short) kept them in Toronto most of the time.
Until one of their colleagues happened across something in their journeys and tipped them off; then the Cote’s went gallivanting off to their favorite continent, leaving their rather annoyed daughter behind.
Sure, they’d tried to drag her with them before; Isis had almost been born in Egypt thanks to a flight disruption, in fact. They’d named her ‘Isis’ in honor of the Egyptian Goddess, and immersed her in the culture as much as they could for 19 years. She could read and speak Egyptian, name most if not all of the gods and goddesses, knew most of their mythology...
And hated even the mention of the damn place. Seriously; when your parents were obsessed, it got old quickly.
Thankfully, her general program at the University of Toronto had absolutely nothing to do with Egypt, and she immersed herself in it as much as she possibly could.
Isis practically skidded to a stop when she reached the building, rushing inside and throwing herself into her usual seat, panting for breath.
Laughter beside her made her look up, the brunette seated next to her shaking her head with an amused smile, “Seriously, Isis, cutting it close, aren’t we? Closer than usual, I mean.”
“Sorry, Mel; had a weird dream, kinda been in a daze all morning.”
“Weird dream?” Melanie tilted her head, “What kind of weird dream?”
The slightest thought of it made Isis flush red, waving off the question and flipping open her book, “N-nothing important, I don’t really remember anymore. It was just weird.”
Her friend shot her a questioning look, but their professor chose that moment to walk in and she didn’t push it any further. Mentally thanking any gods that were listening, Isis did her best to pay attention and take down notes, her mind continuously drifting back to the dream and the strange man from it. Sphinx, huh... weird name, even if he did look like a cat...
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Sunshrine Island, Heliopolis
The Days of the Gods
Sphinx awoke in a sudden sweat, ears pricked and listening even as he pushed himself up, eyeing the room suspiciously.
There was no sign of the strange blonde girl that had invaded his dreams, as he’d known would happen. The only sign of anything off was the sweat clinging to him and the uncomfortable tightness in his pants, effects left over from the vision.
Irritated, he glared down at the bulge and grumbled under his breath, forcing himself from the bed and crossing to the reed curtain, tail flicking irritably.
He’d never had a dream like that, that was for sure. He’d never been interested in sex, honestly; not in the way most men his age were, at least. At 19, the young demi-god had spent most of his life training under Imhotep alongside the other apprentices, most of whom had been male. The few females that did inhabit the island were of no interest; either they were the bird people of Abydos, or they were human. He could only fake interest for so long before getting bored.
Besides, he’d spent most of the last year fighting for his life and defying Set; women hadn’t exactly been the first thing on his mind while dodging deadly beams and fighting off swarms of monsters.
Yet now, not only had he met a girl who’d left him painfully aroused; she’d been a dream. And he hadn’t even gotten her name, dammit.
It was just a dream. The demi-god grumbled mentally, pushing back the reed curtain to look to the Shrines main window, judging the time. I’m up early; good. I have time before meeting with Imhotep and Tut.
Sphinx left the comfort of his small room and padded quickly through the inner hallways of the shrine, headed for the baths. Just as he’d hoped, it was deserted at this time in the morning, and the heaters hadn’t yet been activated.
He hit the switch for the machines and stripped, stepping into the freezing water and hissing. The cold water helped his ‘problem’, at least, but Sphinx was glad when the water began to warm, settling down to wash off the night’s sweat.
Finished, he got out and shook himself off, only bothering to fasten his pants back on before loping back through the hallways and to his room. He secured his pouch to his belt and took the Blade of Osiris in hand, watching as it disappeared once more, ready to be called on. The fight with Set may have finished, but he didn’t feel complete unless the sword was at his disposal these days.
“Master Sphinx?” a timid voice called from his doorway, making him turn. One of Imhotep’s newest apprentices – a human girl whose name he could never remember – stood just beyond the reed curtain, clearly debating on whether she should enter or not.
Sphinx saved her the dilemma, exiting the room and nodding to her, “Yes?”
“Master Imhotep would like to meet you in the portal chamber.” The girl managed, batting long eyelashes, “He says he would like to speak to you and Prince Tutankhamen together.”
“Alright.” Sphinx nodded to her again and headed off, barely noticing the girls put off look. He was still half distracted by the dream, doing his best to focus on everything but the feelings. He briefly considered telling Imhotep about it, but shook his head, dismissing the idea.
It was just a dream.
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