Frith_in-thorns - Thin Ice. Yes, I've produced more cliche hurt/comfort *g* Title: Thin IceCharacters/Pairing: Neal, Peter, Diana; GenGenre/Rating: Hurt/comfort; PG-13Word count: 3500Warnings: NoneNotes: Written for a lovely anon on my drabble meme. I'm… not very good at writing drabbles. (And yes, I'm still working my way through the prompts, I promise!) Beta'd by the always-lovely helle_d. Summary: Hypothermia! Peter was trying to ignore his gut-feeling of anxiety. "He's fine," Diana said, with a flicker of a smile. Peter hadn't realised she could watch him from her current position, but he had known her for too long to be at all surprised. "Of course you aren't.
Peter grinned, and shook his head slightly. There wasn't much warning before it started to go bad. Listening, Peter almost didn't realise what was happening until it was too late. He was on his feet as he heard Abbott shout, distantly, "Catch him! " Peter flung open the van's door and was met with a blast of snow. "See anything? " Shit. "Neal! " Wait. "No! " Sholio - Places For People Like Us. Title: Places For People Like UsFandom: White CollarPairing: Gen with background Peter/El (although you can read this as Neal/Peter/El if that's your preference)Rating: PGWord Count: 2000Summary: Neal isn't sure why he came here. Takes place a day or two after 3x12.Cross-posted: Neal isn't sure why he came here. He regrets it already. But he also has a feeling he'd regret it more if he hadn't. He has the cab let him out a block or so down the street from Peter and El's house, mostly from a paranoid fear that Peter might see it out the window and then he'd be stuck.
He walks to the Burkes' townhouse through the humid summer night, in shirtsleeves with Byron's jacket draped over his arm. He should have called first. He shouldn't have come at all. Warm lamplight gleams through Peter and El's living-room curtains. Neal mounts the steps to the Burkes' front door. For a while he opens himself to the night, just listening and inhaling and soaking it in. Kriadydragon - Sick Day. Title: Sick DayRating: PG, GenCharacters: Peter, NealWarnings: Vomiting in a toiletSummary: This is not the first time Peter had seen a sick Neal, but this is the first time he's had to deal with a sick Neal. Early season one, because I love exploring their friendship before they realized there was a friendship.
Beta'd by the incredibly helpful writerjc. Sick Day The first time Peter had the honor of witnessing Neal not at the peak of health was while Caffrey had been in prison. But at some point during the first two months of taking Neal on as an informant, Peter had forgotten all about it. Neal was quiet, had been since arriving at the office sans his usual perky greetings and sunny grin. Up until, “Peter, your tie sucks.
Peter kicked Neal out of the office with the order to get his head together, to call Peter when he was ready to talk, and to pour over the files of their latest case while taking the brooding outside of Peter's line of sight. It should have been a clue, though. “No. Deastar - Living Proof. Chapter Text The thing about Neal is that he is always in Peter’s personal space. Tonight, he melts out of the shadows draping the alley’s brick walls, and somehow ends up just two inches away from Peter’s face. “Hello, Officer,” he says, batting his eyelashes in a way that probably even a sixteen-year-old knows isn’t actually seductive. “Hey, trouble,” Peter greets him, narrowing his eyes – Neal ducks his head with a pleased grin, the way he always does when Peter says that.
“You look good tonight,” Neal purrs, looking him up and down. Peter sighs. “And you never say it back.” Peter’s not a tall man, but Neal barely comes up to his nose – he’s just sixteen, so probably he’s still got a few inches to grow, if he lives long enough to get the chance. Then he’d made the mistake of actually catching Neal, which ended with Neal panting into his lips from half an inch away, invading Peter’s space like— Well, like he is right now. “You never let me have any fun,” Neal complains. “You could be.” Kriadydragon- Neal's Seven. Title: Neal's SevenRating: PG-13, GenCharacters: Neal, Peter, everyoneWarnings: Some violenceSummary: They get Neal back.
Written for cryingbrown over yonder at collarcorner. Prompt here. Though the two stories are similar this story is in no way related to my other story "Rain. " Not beta'd but definitely edited. Neal's Seven Two hours back to work after a week and a half of being laid-up with a dislocated shoulder, and Peter had no doubts he'd just put himself on suspension. They were also in the break room, and it was empty. “Damn it, Burke, what the hell!” “No,” Peter snarled. “I have every damn right!”
“This isn't my fault, Burke. “Then why isn't he back, yet?” “Because I had it under control!” “A week is not having it under control!” Peter had no idea what he was shouting anymore, Daniels still trying to shield against it with “I had everything under control!” It took being dragged to the nearest empty room for Peter to finally gather what was left of his ragged control. Then Mt. The End. Anon - The Man Behind the Curtain. Anon - the man behind him. Frith_in-thorns - Sunrise in Shades of Ice. Look how fast I'm writing fic! I feel very proud of myself :D Title: Sunrise in Shades of IceCharacters/Pairing: Neal & Peter, GenGenre/Rating: Hurt/comfort; TWord count: 1400Warnings: None (Despite summary, no character death here!)
Notes: Written for azertynin's prompt in the 'Trapped' fest on whitecollarhc. The beautiful cover was made by kanarek13! Summary: They'll freeze to death out here. . - o - Peter's breaths are white puffs of smoke. "You still with me? " "Mmm," Neal says. He's mostly draped across Peter, with Peter's arms wrapped tight around him, his coat attempting to envelope them both. "Talk to me," Peter urges.
"Cold," Neal manages to force through numb lips. Peter's face is ghostly pale against the before-dawn grey of the sky. Neal can't picture being warm. He watches the clouds coalesce as Peter breathes. He already can't remember their actions very clearly. "Cold," Neal moans again, because it's all-consuming, and he knows he's almost consumed. Neal wonders at his surety. . - o - Kriadydragon - Neal, Peter and the Great Outdoors. Title: Neal, Peter and the Great OutdoorsRating: PGCharacters: Neal, Peter some ElizabethSummary: Peter and Neal go camping. Written for virgo_79 for collarcorner. Prompt here. Sorry it took so long. It kept trying to be tricky for such a simple plot. Neal, Peter and the Great Outdoors “The Blair Witch called, she wants her house back.” “Oh, come on, it's not that bad.” Neal raised both eyebrows at Peter. “Peter, I'm not staying here.” Peter tossed his bag on the couch, raising a small cloud of dust.
“I just saw a spider big as my hand run across the counter. “Yes, you are unless you want to hike back through mile after mile of woodland. Neal had sided with the Marshalls by reminding Peter how much trouble he could get into with only two miles to work with, so did he really want to risk four? “Go in the bedroom and pick a bed, already,” Peter said. Neal sulked off down the little hall on the other side of what passed as the living room. “Be glad it's not one bed.” “Peter!” “What now!” “Very hard.” Ladygray99 - Late Night Snacks (#32 Chocolate) Title: Late Night SnacksPrompt: #32 ChocolateAuthor: ladygray99Rating: GCharacters/Pairings: Neal, JuneWord count: 300Warnings/Spoilers: noneSummary: June and Neal share a treat in the middle of the night.Notes: Written for whitecollar100 . Mixing it up stylistically a little so tell me what you think.Beta: none Late Night Snacks (#32 Chocolate) June is not a woman who allows herself to get down about things.
Even at the worst times she has always held her head up and kept her face to the sun. Still, she finds as the years roll on that gets a bit harder to do. It's not even four, she doesn't sleep as much as she used to, and the house is still. She doesn't even get a bowl, just fishes the container of chocolate ice cream from the freezer and takes a spoon to it. She hears bare feet outside the door. Neal enters the kitchen in his shorts, his robe hanging open. She hands him a spoon and he sits close so he can get to the container. Le_mousequetaire - Misstep. Title: MisstepAuthor: le_mousquetaireRating: PG-15Pairing: Vincent Adler/Neal CaffreySummary: Vincent Adler watches Neal and wonders...Word count: 1330Disclaimer: All this is fiction and I don’t own anything.Notes: A version on english of my original in spanish.Translated by mam711 @ ff.net Oh, the innocence of youth ... audacity and stupidity in equal measure.
Vincent Adler had made a career out of appropriating the dreams of others, of finding their weaknesses and exploiting them. As a lover of everything beautiful, exotic and hard to get, from time to time he allowed himself the luxury of being carried away by his own weaknesses and enjoy a little treat for himself. And Nick Halden – or should he say Neal Caffrey – was a whim that he was disposed toward giving himself, without thinking about what it might cost him.
He wanted to see what this Neal Caffrey was capable of, this charming man who was earning an excellent reputation in the profession by dint of charm and lots of good luck. Kriadydragon - Long Night. Title: Long NightRating: PG-13Characters: Neal, Peter, ElizabethWarnings: Allusions to past child abuseSummary: Neal falls ill and Peter learns something new. Written for kajahryujin in collarcorner. Prompt found here. Long Night Peter supposed it might have started with the letter. It was rare that Neal ever got mail, not at the office and not at his home, beyond the usual junk. It was weird. Except there was also the case, the one Neal had said no to, the one that came to Peter's desk right around the time Neal got the letter. “Just got a bad feeling, is all,” Neal had said. “You know it's not viable,” Peter said. Neal had shrugged in an attempt to come off as indifferent to the matter. As for Peter's own gut, it whispered at him to let Neal have this one.
But it was the first time Neal had ever said no. Peter couldn't say if it was the letter's fault or something about the case rubbing Neal the wrong way. It did make Peter curious. “Or so you assume.” “No, he does,” Peter assured. “Yep. Veronicasleeps - In More Than Cash. Tommyhanson - Mosaic. Mosaic - 8/? - Insomnia Disclaimer: Not mine. A/N: Yay! New chapter. Okay, I debated posting this, and then I debated whether or not to add it to my “Mosaic” series, and then I finally decided, eh, screw it. So, yeah. Here it is. Sometimes Mozzie suffers from insomnia. No, that’s not true. Or his Parcheesi skills. But the first time he stays over at Neal’s with a bout of insomnia, he’s known Neal for three months, and has decided that three months is certainly a long enough amount of time to know somebody before it should be okay to snoop through their home. Thoroughly. Mozzie had searched through the medicine cabinet, kitchen drawers, the linen closet, and couch cushions, and had yet to turn up anything incriminating.
It was frustrating. Everyone had something to hide, everyone had something that they didn’t want people to know. Mozzie liked Neal. That was dangerous. The number one rule of life - never put anyone else’s welfare before your own. That’s why Neal was dangerous. No luck. Tommyhanson - Backup. A/N: Okay, so, this is officially my first foray into writing for the White Collar fandom. I absolutely ADORED the finale (so long as it has the appropriate outcome where the lovely Moz is concerned), and I felt I had to write something. However, be warned, this fic is not so good.
I’d say mediocre at best, but I figured I’d post it anyway (because mediocre fic is better than no fic at all, right?) And hope that I get better at WC fanfic with practice. (Btw, reviews help let me know what I’m doing right/wrong, *hinthint*) So, without further ado *drum roll*… Backup There were rarely any times in which Peter Burke felt helpless. So that’s what Peter had done. And now he was waiting. And guilt. He knew it was irrational. Logically, he knew this.
That didn’t make it any easier. Peter tried not to look at Neal, but his eyes seemed to be ignoring that command, because he could barely seem to glance away before being drawn back to the sight of him. It was pointless, at best. He probably was. Afiawri - One Last Bid for Freedom. Title: One Last Bid for FreedomAuthor: AfiawriRating: PGCharacters/Pairings: Neal and PeterWord Count: 321Notes: for this prompt on collarkink Neal was pliant under the hand holding his arm twisted behind his back, not resisting, but not laughing and joking with him either.
He wasn’t a fan of violence, always picked flight over fight, so all Peter had to do was corner him and that was that. But trapped people are irrational and Neal Caffrey was not exception. It’s said the most dangerous time during an arrest is right after handcuffing the first wrist. Peter clicked the handcuff into place, talking to Neal like a friend- an older, wiser friend- the second Peter made to put the second handcuff on him, Neal thrashed. Peter sprang after him and launched at Neal. Neal struggled and panted and squirmed, freeing limbs as fast Peter could catch them. “Damn it, Caffrey! Neal slid through his hands to a crouch. Neal nodded, slouching against the wall, the fight going out of him. Anon - My Lips Have the Sin. Gaelicspirit - Fortunate Son. Title: Fortunate SonShow: White CollarAuthor: gaelicspiritGenre: GEN Characters: Neal, Peter (no pairings)Rating: PG-13 for language Spoilers: Set somewhere vaguely in the beginning of Season 2.Summary: Caught in the demolition of an abandoned building, Peter and Neal are hurt, trapped, and running out of time.
But it's in those moments they realize that it's not enough to know what someone is. To learn who they are, they have to ask the big questions.Disclaimer: I own nothing. I swear. But, by about Episode 3, I can easily say I was smitten. This is shamelessly angsty. "The destruction of the past is perhaps the greatest of all crimes. " - Simone Weil He’d planned it well. They’d meet exactly at six, when the flurry of tired, distracted New Yorkers emerging from their various offices on their epic sojourn home via cab, subway, or on foot would serve as the blurry backdrop and cloak any illegal activities with normalcy. He also knew this mark; knew his ego. Hours. He was still his own man. Boscoslut - Unfinished Business. Just a little plot bunny I started while yapping with my buddy Chris.
This one ran away from me. Really no point besides beat Neal the hell up. All errors are mine. Yes, I stole Tuesday's episode title and made it my own. Unfinished Business Peter didn't even know why they were fighting. Peter was on edge as it was. Neal looked at him hurt. "Since about 8 o'clock this morning. "Still not sleeping well? " "Not really," Peter mumbled under his breath. Neal began to stand. "For starters," Peter nodded standing as well, grabbing at his jacket on the back of his office chair. As they exited the lobby the cold rain pounded down on top of them, soaking them immediately. "This wasn't in the forecast," Neal stated, wishing he hadn't forgot his umbrella. "Could this day get any worse? " "You're telling me? "Oh like you paid for it! " Neal stopped in his tracks. "Oh for the Love of God, Neal! "No… you know what? "Neal!
" "God forbid I get a cold and whine about it," Neal bit back. "What the…" Agent? 433497. Crossing of Lines Chapter 1, a white collar fanfic. Something Good - Dragonfly - White Collar. Hostage - katikat - White Collar. Anchored. - ariadnes_string - White Collar. OnYour Mark - We Protect Our Own. Kriadydragon - Stranger Than Fiction. Ivorysilk - "Half-Pint Squared" Ladygray99- Didn’t Do It (#42 Innocent) Iamhere23 - The Leap. Ivorysilk - "Half-Pint Neal" Windswept - Skybird (Inception/White Collar)