✨Various x Reader One-Shots✨

𝙺𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚢 𝙲𝚊𝚝 | 𝙱𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚜𝚘𝚗 | 𝙳𝙲

The sun shone onto the people of Philadelphia, almost as if it was welcoming the new peace. Celebrating the victory of the past week, lives were saved, monster's distinguished. Philadelphia had its protectors, who stood strong even after the sisters of Atlas struck them with the might of the gods. And most importantly, it welcomed their hero, Billy Batson back to the land of the living. Or less recently, Y/n too. No she didn't die by magic lightning or psycho sisters, but a fire. One she had started less than a month ago. But similar to Billy this time, she had been the one who started it.

It was a hot day, the sun rained over Mississippi like a sheet of wax paper. It beat local highs in temperature, but most importantly- It watched her. It watched her do it. Her dad had his last break, whiskey bottle in hand and a half lighten cigarette in his teeth. B/n didn't mean to trigger him. But these days it wasn't hard, it had gotten worse and worse over the years. And today just happened to be the day it happened. He used to be a firefighter, he fought through smoke and debris. Now all he did was watch women on the silver screen. And sure some people would come by and help out, but they all eventually left. Because they could. Y/n and B/n had to sit there and watch him rot in that recliner, because their mother wasn't coming back. That was something Y/n knew.

They had an aunt on her dad's side. The two hadn't talked in years, they had a falling out long ago. Y/n spent month's tracking her down, hoping she could take the two in if she just saw how bad they looked, if she told her how bad it was- something she wouldn't admit to B/n. And how aunt sam loved B/n, but didn't have enough room in her heart for a young girl. Yes, they were sent back now. Today, the day. It wasn't her father that made her set the fire, or the fact this was the best it would get for her. It was the fact a day before she found it. The reason why her mother wanted nothing to do with them.

Since his retirement, he had been in the drug business, he sold and bought from Intergang. Y/n knew they were bad news, that they didn't care if he was late with one payment- and they wouldn't care about taking out a little boy. She had seen the emails, the bags, the receipts. That day, it had all finally come around, the masked men, their shiny new guns, yelling and yelling that they needed their money, that this was it. That was something Y/n understood that day, that only one boy would get out of this. She kept an ax under her bed. And knew where her father kept his pistol, his shotgun and his switchblade. But she was just a girl, a sad girl, who knew she wasn't going anywhere. That knew that no matter how many books she read, she'd always be here, today.

She didn't expect all those book's to be quite as real, or those scriptures quite as meaningful. Weeks later she woke up wrapped in ancient parchment, in a place far from home. With sand between her toes, and a key in her chest. Y/n had always been a myth buff, she spent hours and hours translating books and keys. All mainly Egyptian, the god of the sun. She'd visit her local library and free museum weekends every second she could. And all those days she spent with her head in the books, those days she thought no one was watching, that no one would care if she burnt, someone did.

That was weeks ago. She had learned a few things, she had two forms. One she knew, or used to know, the other- terrifying. Sharp claws, wings, slitted eyes, and the tail of a lion. She was mortified. Y/n had kept the other form under wraps, but that didn't stop the changes in her normal appearance. Luckily no burn scars, she was completely healed. But scars from before, still were present. She still had that scar on her neck from when her dad accidentally dropped a bottle, and that one on her hand from when she broke a knife's handle. But her hair became fluffy, it changed into a lighter tone. Not to mention the key engraved in her chest, she had a scripture on her arm. It was a message, one to remember.

Sphinx, Bridge between human and god, protector of the key of endless light, binds the knot.

Now she had no idea what the last part meant, but it didn't matter because now she could hear him. The sun of course only talked in the day when they could. Like now, where she walked through the streets of Philly. 'You will find what you are looking for' It told her, she rolled her eyes. It never gave her any direct answers. She had seen the monster's on the news, Centaurs, cyclops, they were all creatures of legend. And coincidentally so was she. So she packed her bag of almost nothing to find clues. Clues that the sun definitely weren't going to tell her. It was clear that Gods resided in Philly, and if she could just pick one of their brains- it gave her hope. She was discovering new powers and differences every day.