homelessness

Is it running from your problems if your problems consider you to be a dead imprint of consciousness that killed their son? Yes, but Danny tries not to think about how his nightmares of his parents trying to kill him came true when they found out he was Phantom. After being on the run from his parents and the government for a couple of months, moving from town to town, Danny ends up in Gotham City and decides to risk staying in Batman's territory. He'd take the wrath of Batman over live vivisection via beloved parents or being studied and torn apart by the government. Besides, he's not a meta. Being dead is a medical condition.

Hermione Granger knows she's not a good person. Disillusioned with life at only twelve years old; she is cynical, manipulative, ruthless and, above all else, a survivor. For six years she has lived on the streets of London with only her sharp mind and her sharper knives to keep her alive, but a letter from an owl changes everything for Hermione, and the bond she forms on the Hogwarts Express with a timid boy with broken glasses, skinny wrists and a lightning-shaped scar will change the whole of Wizarding Britain. Main Pairing: Harry Potter/Hermione Granger/Tom Riddle

Draco shifts his head as he turns to look at Scorpius, his cheek touching the pillow. "Did you know that…" He pauses, his throat convulsing, and it sounds audible in the silence, besides Michael's steady, even breathing from the other bedroom. Scorpius is staring back at him, in wait of something new to learn, a beautiful and intelligent child. He has Draco's mind. He has Draco's eyes and nose and mouth and hair. He is his. All his. All he has of Michael are his wild curls and the green of his eyes, and sometimes he looks into them and imagines that they aren't Michael's, but someone else's. Draco leans his head closer, biting the quiver out of his lips before he breathes a laden and shuddering exhale, and he whispers, "You are my star in a big black sky." ___ Extras fic:Full of Millions of Stars

After Alice stopped stripping and married Mr. Thompson, things seemed to be looking up for the weirdly enamored couple. Happily ever after isn’t here just yet, though. The lecherous old man still has plans for his pretty former student turned bride. Involving more than one partner, this time around. Alice’s sexcapades are far from over. And it’s not like the deviant young lady finds it completely unpleasant to venture into uncharted territory…

After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort. Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.

"Maybe," Peter thought, "I can make a life here."Hence the tears and the guilt and the grief, because was Peter allowed to move on? Was he allowed to… to leave it all behind? Leave all the bad things in the past?Peter was "The Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man!" after all, and wasn’t he letting Queens - his people - down if he didn’t fight tooth and nail to get back to them?or Peter's tired. He's so tired, and he doesn't know what to do, but maybe things will get better.(They do.)--ORSpider-Man: Finally Hometechnically inspired by Dark Matter by mysterycyclone but really only the "Peter in the DC Universe" part

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“Boss, something is wrong! That’s -" A body morphed in the glass case - a tall stature, solid bones and golden skin layered on the silhouette. A fist shot through the liquid, smashing into the glass. The glass shattered into fragmented pieces. The figure fell down on his knees, hands splayed, long hair obscured his face. He lifted his head and inhaled sharply. Vivid green eyes stared ahead at the group of masked men. He was alive.“Who…who are you?”Eren, his mind whispered silently, Eren Yeager. (Eren Yeager gets tossed into the DC universe)

Injured, alone, and terrified, Danny flees to an unfamiliar city. He’s hoping to disappear amongst the high percentage of homeless youth. Become just one face in the crowd, heal in the anonymity Gotham provides. He doesn’t expect to be found. ________________________ORanother DP/DC fanfic where Danny and Damian are long lost twins. Danny suffers, Damian is angry, and Bruce adds to the Wayne family. Hey! It doesn’t count as adoption if they’re your blood son!

Billy's in a bad place. Consistently on the run from bullies and the like, unable to eat or find a stable place to sleep for more than a week-- Sure, he's Captain Marvel, but he'd never use his powers for his own gain. Thankfully, Alfred Pennyworth comes to the rescue.

Derek knew the moment he opened the front door of his clean and pristine apartment to Stiles Stilinski holding a small boy, a cluster of bags, and a suitcase, he was screwed. In every way possible. Undone by the big brown eyes of a small child and his annoying, witty, and attractive father.

Eventually, Gabriel Agreste pushes too far. Eventually, Adrien disappears. Slowly, Ladybug notices that first, Chat Noir never used to be around so much, and second, there's definitely something wrong with him.

“Hey, I do I... Do I know you?” Danny asks, a hand coming up to brush something off Tim’s cheek.“No,” Tim says. “We haven’t met.”“Oh, no, I do.” Danny says, and he smiles, teeth white and sharp. “You’re that guy who rearranged my guts!”Rearranged his-Tim glances at the knotted scars on the boy’s abdomen. He can see the shine and shadow of haphazard stitches that weren’t meant to hold forever, that tore and healed over.His- This-“WHAT!?” Nightwing shouts, equal parts confused and delighted.Tim’s fucked. OR Danny Fenton's been in GIW captivity for 4 months. Tim Drake gets kidnapped by the GIW one Tuesday evening in May. Considering how many of the Bats and the Birds have died and come back to life, it was only a matter of time for some people interested in the afterlife to come poking around. The detectives can't seem to uncover any information about the mysterious white vans, however. And they keep losing the mysterious boy who seems to be the one person in Gotham to know anything at all.

The last thing Tim remembered was red stained sand. His hands pressed into Pru’s neck, blood spilling through his fingers—in Iraq. He wasn’t in Iraq anymore. **** Or, Tim wakes up in a Gotham where he never existed.

“Let go of me!” he shouted, trying to twist his neck around and bite down on Vanessa’s arm. “Freddy, help me!” Freddy opened and closed his stupid mouth, looking stunned, and Vanessa picked Gregory up off the ground. “If you keep struggling, I’ll tie you up,” she threatened. Or, Vanessa is just a little smarter and captures Gregory at the very beginning. Everything changes. (features found family w/ animatronics)

[Iroh’s phone rings. He doesn’t recognize the number but he answers anyway. “Hello?” For a few moments all Iroh can hear is shallow, raggedy breathing on the other end of the line. Then finally, he can hear a hoarse, familiar voice that he hasn’t heard in years. “Uncle Iroh? I need your help. Can you...can you come pick me up?”] Or, Iroh wasn’t prepared for another child, but the universe hasn’t ever cared about that.

Steve and Peter lose their apartment and are kicked out on the streets. Steve has to juggle between jobs to earn whatever money he can, take care of his son while resfusing to let him realize how much they're trouble in, and keep them warm and safe on the city streets in winter. So, he really doesn't have time to date the billionaire that flirts with him everyday as he buys his cup of coffee. Even if he did, he can't let himself fall for the man. Because if he knew that he lived from a backpack and showered in a public bathroom there's no way he'd still want him...right?

Red. Red was quite the color. The color of love, the color of hate. The color of glowing cheeks under a streetlight, of smiling lips and sweet rose petals. The color of a sour lollipop in a child’s young hand. The color of war, of blood, of pain. The color that plagued the nightmares of the bravest men. Yes, red was quite a few things at once, but right now, it was the color that coated Peter Parker’s hands as he stumbled away from the warm corpses of his aunt and uncle, silhouetted cruelly by the neon store signs, and into the unknown of a quiet, star-dotted night in Queens. —— Or, the homeless Peter au where civil war didn’t happen, Spiderman’s Identity is still a mystery, and May got shot with Ben. Enjoy.

Mute, and living on the streets after his aunt has a heart attack, Peter isn't sure life could get much worse. He desperately waits for his 18 birthday when he can finally have a life again. Until a seeming to be normal friend, Sam Wilson helps turn his life back around. With the help of the rest of the Avengers of course.In the middle of sorting all this out, Hydra causes even more trouble for our heroes. And Peter once again is left in the middle of the chaos.

“Shut it you two! It’s the first hint we’ve had in five years! McCall, call Lydia and Allison. Tell them to get their notes from high school and kits here while the trail is still warm. I’m calling Danny to see if he can do any tech sweeps of the area to see if he can find anything.” Derek’s eyebrows rose in surprise. Lydia and Allison rarely get called in with their kits and considering that neither Isaac nor Scott even blinked at the orders showed just how serious they all were, especially Jackson it seemed. “Isaac, can you follow his scent?” “I’ve been trying but it’s so faint and the wolves are overpowering. I’ve got to be careful or I’m going to miss it.” “Don’t lose it!” Derek had enough of being out of the loop. “Will one of you idiots tell me what’s going on!” Jackson turned to Derek with a look of sad wonder in his eyes. He reverently whispered, “It’s Stiles. We may have finally found Stiles!” Part 2:Uncertain GuardianPart 3:Unconquered GuardianMy Tumblr

*this is an alternative storyline that follows after the ferry incident* “I want you out of my house. Pack your things and leave,” May said in as strong as a voice as she could through the tears in her eyes. She blinked them away and shook her head before making her way into her room, not stopping to look at Peter even once. Not Peter, she corrected herself. Spiderman. OR the one in which peter gets kicked out after may finds out and has to now learn how to survive when hope seems bleak.