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Opposite of an Intellectual
“The opposite of an intellectual… you really think you could do that, Caffrey?” Jones asked, reading through the cover description.
“Do what?” Neal responded, blinking at them in confusion. Instead of the overly innocent smile that would usually accompany a question like that from Neal, his face was just blank curiosity. It seemed that for once the con man wasn’t messing with them; he just hadn’t been paying attention.
“Be the opposite of an intellectual,” Diana repeated for him with an incredulous chuckle.
Neal’s brows furrowed lightly in confusion. ‘What’s an… intellectual?” he asked, seeming to struggle to recall the word.
Diana scrutinized him, but despite all the years she had spent working with Neal Caffrey, she couldn’t find a single tell that he was lying. By all appearances, Neal Caffrey genuinely did not know the word ‘intellectual.’
“On second thought, that’s kinda scary,” Jones decided, taking an unconscious step backwards. “Please stop.”
Neal finally broke, giving them a devious grin and a theatrical bow. Diana had to admit, seeing firsthand how convincingly Neal could become someone diametrically opposed to his actual self was a bit terrifying. The short demonstration had left her heart pounding and breathing slightly shallow.
“Remember this the next time you doubt me,” Neal warned cheerfully, winking at them before sauntering away. Diana and Jones looked at each other once he was gone.
“That was scary, right?” Jones asked.
“Yeah,” Diana confirmed, “that was definitely scary.”
Then an idea hit her. “I wanna see Peter’s reaction!”
#white collar#white collar fanfic#neal caffrey#diana berrigan#clinton jones#my fics#why am I like this#it's not exactly what I was talking about earlier - no abs unfortunately#but the idea for this came to me while brushing my teeth and I thought might as well write it you know?#so here's this#my first publicly posted white collar fanfiction#and it's exactly 250 words that I wrote in 15 minutes after being struck by inspiration while brushing my teeth#seems about right#of course my life is chaotic like that#I do eventually plan to post stuff to AO3#but I want my first wc fic on there to be the multichap that I'm working on#so until then this lives here on Tumblr#go easy on me please I wrote this in 15 minutes in the middle of the night#not to dox my timezone but this was literally written from 12:05 - 12:20 AM#so yeah anyway#I made a thing#hope y'all like it#girlwriting
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@leveragetober
Leveragetober 2023
Prompt 4: crossover
Parker, Eliot and Hardison take a job in Paris. When it gets interrupted by a con artist who is scamming their mark, they decide to recruit him into Leverage International. (Under the cut.)
Parker eyed the man claiming to be the mark's assistant, tied to the chair in front of her. He was a grifter, No doubt about it now. And he was really good too.
None of them had suspected him of being criminal, not until they had caught him trying to clear out the mark’s bank account at the same time as them, making this simple trip to Paris much more complicated.
So, who was this guy really? A grifter, sure, but why had he chosen the exact same mark as them? Maybe it was just a coincidence, but what were the chances of that?
"Who are you?" Parker asked. "And don’t bother lying. We’ll know if you do.”
Parker heard Eliot crack his knuckles behind her. She knew Eliot wasn't actually going to hurt this guy, since he wasn’t much of a threat, but this guy didn't know that. And yet Parker only caught a brief flash of fear in his eyes before he managed to hide it again.
He’s not gonna talk, is he? Parker shrugged. There were other ways of finding out what they wanted to know.
"Run his face through that thing that tells you who people are." She said turning to Hardison.
"Parker, it’s called...?" Hardison started to say but was interrupted.
"Wait, The Parker!?" The guy asked, astonished.
"The one and only." Parker sighed. She was getting tired of people recognizing her as a world famous thief.
"You stole the Hope Diamond five years ago!"
Parker nodded.
"And then put it back!"
Parker rolled her eyes.
“Yes I did. So, since you know so much about me, why don't you tell us about yourself," Parker glanced at Hardison's computer. "Neal Cafrey."
"Ooh, you were good!" Hardison sounded genuinely impressed as he read from the files that popped up.
"Still am." Neal smirked.
"Huh, says here that you're dead." Hardison said.
"Aww, Your FBI handler wrote a very sweet message for your obituary." Parker added, reading more information from the files that Hardison had found.
Neal ducked his head and looked away.
oops. Parker thought. She hadn't meant to be insensitive, but that seemed to have hit a nerve. Maybe they had been close.
Parker pulled up a swivel chair and sat down in front of Neal.
"Alright, just tell us why you were running The Oklahoma Little Chucky on our mark." She demanded.
"No, it was a John and Mary scam." Eliot corrected. "You need a pit bull and a wedding cake for the Oklahoma Little Chucky.”
"Well, it couldn't've been a John and Mary scam cuz you need a whole fire station for that one." Hardison argued.
"Oh, I had the fire station." Neal said slyly.
"Ooh!" Eliot, Hardison and Parker all said in unison. They were all genuinely impressed.
"And to answer your question; the same reason as you, I'd imagine." Neal continued.
"Because his company was polluting the surrounding areas, making people really sick and killing all the wildlife?" Parker asked.
"Okay, I guess not." Neal looked taken aback. "Alright, you guys have already figured out half of it. I faked my death back in America and I fled here. I needed an easy score that would pay well so I could set myself up with a new life." Neal explained. "You guys are criminals, just like me. You understand, so, one criminal to another, would you be so kind as to let me go?" Neal slipped his hands out of the ropes and stood up without waiting for an answer.
Parker cocked an eyebrow in surprise.
“I'm very good at what I do.” Neal shrugged.
He was good. Anyone who could slip one of Eliot's knots had to be.
Neal grabbed his hat off the table, flipped it in his hand and placed it back on his head before heading for the door.
"What if..." Parker said and spun her chair around to face him, "we offered you a job?"
Neal hesitated at the door.
"It comes with that chance at a new life you were looking for. A chance to run your own crew, long term, right here in Paris." Parker added.
she glanced at Eliot and Hardison who both nodded in agreement. It was the same pitch they had given to Hurley when they had set up the Mexican branch of leverage, and now she got to give it again. They had come to France in the hopes of setting up a new branch of leverage in the first place. She hadn’t been sure how they were going to find someone willing to do it, but then along came Neal Cafrey, an experienced grifter looking for a fresh start. The perfect candidate had fallen right into their lap.
Neal turned around. He was intrigued.
"Let's talk business." Parker said with a sly smile.
#leveragetober#leveragetober 2023#leverage#eliot spencer#alec hardison#parker#white collar#Neal Cafrey#white collar fanfic#leverage fanfic#leverage/white collar crossover#i am having so much fun with this!
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Drabble Wrap-Up
Way back in August of 2022, we kind of stumbled into the idea of a monthly drabble challenge. It was more successful--and more fun!--than we could've hoped. But, as they say, all good things must end, and we retired the challenge with 2023.
But before we bid a final farewell, we wanted to share with you a brief wrap-up on the days of Developing Drabbles.
From 17 monthly prompts, 14 different authors joined in with 213 works; those works had over 40,000 views and received more than 6,000 kudos. That's a lot of writing and reading, and we thank each and every one of you who joined us in this challenge!
#DevelopingDrabbles#WhiteCollarDrabbles#fanfiction#white collar fanfic#fan creations#thank you writers and readers#we're so grateful#we love this fandom#white collar tv show
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Can someone please recommend me some Diana Berrigan fanfics? I’m OBSESSED and I need more of her in my life lol.
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Tease Tidbit Tuesday
lol errrr Wednesday for me😂
Thanks for the tag, @penna-nomen !! 🥰
Here's a tidbit of a one-shot WIP I am working on:
(I was going to share the angsty first part of the fic, but HEY we all need some fluff so here's a tidbit of the fluffy latter portion of the fic)
“So what’s this all about?” Peter asked as they walked through Central Park.
Sunlight glimmered through the fresh green leaves, dappling the walkways and kissing their cheeks. Peter’s gait was lighter, his scowl softer, and his posture more relaxed (changing into the jeans and Yankee’s t-shirt probably helped with that) then it had been in the office an hour ago.
Neal flashed a smile, “I’ve realized there are things I don’t know how to do…and I’d like you to teach me.”
Peter blinked, “Neal Caffrey is admitting there are things he can’t do…” a smug smile spread on Peter’s lips, “Never thought I’d see the day.”
They stopped in a rolling field, New York’s skyscrapers stark against the clear sky. Neal unzipped the back and pulled out two gloves and a baseball.
“Oh come on, you know how to—”
Neal’s eyes grew dark, “But, I don’t, Peter.”
Neal tried to remember, to stretch his brain back to his three-year old self, to the time he actually had a father, but there was nothing. No father to teach him to play catch, to go camping with, to do any of those dad things that he longed for so deeply. Sure, Neal could throw a ball, but that wasn’t the point of this outing.
Peter read between the lines and sprung into action, showing Neal how to hold the ball, how to find the most comfortable grip with the glove, how to roll his fingers over the ball as it left his hand, following through with a graceful flourish.
And Neal was magnificent, taking naturally to the sport as he did everything else. In a half hour, they were running across the field, throwing to each other. The wind whipped in Peter’s hair, lifting his heart higher than he ever dreamed.
Ofc you have to read the whole fic to find out WHY Neal is doing this wholesome outing FOR Peter (and himself...let's just be honest!)...and that's the angsty part 😅
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DP x WC fics are underrated (imo)
I don't know about you, but I feel like we're severely lacking in Danny Phantom x White Collar stuff. I mean, I haven't seen either myself but I've read an abundance of fics to where I get the general idea.
And I've already devoured all the DP x WC fics out there and they're cool, and we're missing out. Like. There is the existence of a Danny Brooks being one of Neal's aliases. Well it's more his name in WITSEC (in which I think the explanation was that they gave you new identities to protect you. because its.. well, witness protection)
Which could so easily become his real name, or the potential that Neal was put for, well, adoption (it could've also just been foster care, dont ask why, but his mom died and while the fentons weren't immediately up for adopting, jazz was stubborn and adored him. or maybe he just ran away and jazz found him and convinced the fentons to take him in? there is a variety of backstories that could happen, and it could even just be that neal does not exist and its just a cover name, for whatever reason. whether hiding from the GiWs or not, who knows. and that logically Danny values freedom so he'd never let himself get caught, unless he did, and technically can travel with like the ring thing as, oOooO, ghoST KiNG. idfk. )
regardless. honestly this just started because i found this cool fic where neals a danny clone (in which i really kind of just want them, like the agents to notice the weird behavior, being super sus, fucking vlad, yknow, brr. but itd probably be shit for me to write it cause i am not a danny phantom watcher ahaha? i was sucked into the world of DP x DC against my will and then found i actually enjoyed it, which is the case for most new fandoms i discover...?)
although i understand its kind of just.. weird to bring in this superpower thing into universes, but i mean i adore crossovers. ..unless its like a huge amount in which 'how the fuck am i meant to read that'
so im just talking about like.. just two fandoms. not counting like the other fandom tags like.. cause theres multiple tags for the different book series for pjo. like.. PJO, HoO, TOA, despite the fact that they're in the same universe. That'd technically count as the same fandom, also considering theres usually a tag thats like 'PJO - all media types'
anyway. um. yeah. have a fun day.
#thoughts#writing ideas#fanfiction#au#fanfic#ao3fic#danny phantom#danny phantom spoilers#kinda#danny phantom fanfiction#white collar#white collar au#white collar fanfic#iTS JUSt COol oKAy
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#white collar prompts#white collar#white collar usa#neal caffrey#fanfiction#whump#peter burke#white collar fanfic#neal caffrey whump
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hello y’all! still insane and i have even more fics for you!
today i am serving you a twenty (20) course meal featuring Batman, Good Omens, Boku No Hero Academia, White Collar, and their crossovers!
thanks for checking out my fic recs!! <3
(if the formatting is ugly, know that i did this on the app)
»»———-Batman-———-««
Gotham’s Biggest Ship by chamsie
based on a tweet (suggestive)
Complete. One-Shot. 1k+ Words. 1k+ Kudos. Bruce Wayne/Batman. Crack Treated Seriously.
There was one persistent open secret that had never before reached the ears of the BatCave, and it had existed for much longer than one would have realized.
The fact that everyone knew of the epic romance of Bruce Wayne and the Batman.
to span the tide by idontshaveforher_yesyoudo
part one (1) of the completed series outsider povs on an outsider
Complete. One-Shot. 5k Words. 5k Kudos. Autistic Bruce Wayne. Character Study. Gotham City Residents. POV Outsider.
five (plus one) times Bruce Wayne is observed as he quietly takes care of the people of Gotham City.
Candle Light and Plastic Bats by @jackdaw-kraai
Completed. 10k+ Words. 2k+ Kudos. Gotham City Residents. Minor Injuries. Accidental Deification.
The People of Gotham are well aware that there is a demon hiding in the shadows of their city. They are also well aware that unless provoked by injustice the demon, the Bat, is benevolent and aids them in their struggles when no one else can or will.
The People Of Gotham aren't without honor, they give thanks when gratitude is due.
r/onlyingotham by amurderofmagpies
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 5k+ Words. Last Updated April ‘22. Residents of Gotham. Social Media. Crack Treated Seriously.
The unofficial subreddit of Gotham City.
Watch This by snackbaskets
Complete. One-Shot. 2k+ Words. 20k+ Kudos. Good Parent Bruce Wayne. Dick Grayson is Robin. Fluff and Humor.
Hal and Barry are worried about Batman's new partner. Being around the Batman all the time can't be good for a kid, right?
Robin insists otherwise, and for $15.36 of betting money, is happy to demonstrate.
Parental Woes by nazville
Complete. One-Shot. 2k+ Words. 4k+ Kudos. Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics. Omega Bruce Wayne. Humor and Fluff.
"Is it weird being the single Omega parent to a bunch of Alphas? Like what's the weirdest thing?"
"The cock-blocking," said Bruce
He's Ours Now by Lulu_Rythmea
part one (1) of series: Hood's Merry Men
Batman finally pushed him away. Marcus stumbled as he found his footing, already tensed for an attack. The other guys, so calm until now, (they’d talked about this, planned for it,) shifted away as well.
The attack never came. The Bat was gone.
Marcus glanced around, then up at the roof. He couldn’t see anything, but that meant very little in this business, so he decided to risk it. “You ever think, boss, that the kid might not wanna see you?”
A batarang sliced into the stack of crates to Marcus’ left. Welp. That was enough antagonizing for one night.
the darkness that lingers (the fate it brings us) by soyasauce
Incomplete. Two-Shot. 3k+ Words. Last Updated February ‘22. 281 Kudos. Account Locked. Good Parent Bruce Wayne. Eldtrich Bruce Wayne. Meta Bruce Wayne.
Still, these shadows are wrong in a way he can't quite describe. It is ridiculous, because shadows are just that. But they are not the shadows of Gotham, and the way they cling to him feels unsettling, odd.
Sometimes, when he looses focus, he will wake up back in his bed in Gotham. Alfred is never surprised, to see him exiting a bedroom he never entered the previous night, and only invites him to stay for breakfast before he leaves again.
farthest you've ever flown by @applejee
Complete. Three-Shot. 14k+ Words. 5k+ Kudos. Bad Parent Jack Drake. Emotional Abuse. Implied Homophobia. Good Sibling Jason Todd. Enemy to Caretaker. Accidental Brother Acquisition.
When Jack Drake kicks Tim out in a rage, Tim, not wanting to be a bother, tries to make it work without getting the Bats involved. But he can only go so long without being found out, and it’s not Batman that ends up discovering his secret; it’s the Red Hood.
»»———-Good Omens-———-««
it's the light (it's the obstacle that casts it) by @bibliocratic
Complete. One-Shot. 5k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Period Typical Homophobia. Queer Themes. Mutual Pining.
It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale.
Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is.
»»———-Boku No Hero Academia-———-««
Victim of Circumstance by @chalcet
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 37k+ Words. Orphaned 6k+ Kudos. Dead Midoriya Inko. Vigilante Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One For All. Quirkless Midoriya Izuku. Homeless Midoriya Izuku. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go To UA. Canon Typical Violence.
So Izuku does what he does best: he helps. Sometimes that means mediating gang disputes; other times, it's something as simple as grocery shopping. It's not like anyone else will, after all. With so many hopes riding on him, there's only ever been one option. Quirk or no Quirk, UA or no UA—he's going to become a hero.
Cat Days by GriffinRose
part one (1) of series: Cat Days
Completed. Multi-Chaptered. 124k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Dead Midoriya Inko. Abusive Midoriya Hisashi. Canon-Typical Violence. Parental Aizawa Shouta. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Have One for All Quirk. Quirk Shenanigans. Kid Midoriya Izuku. Implied Child Abuse. Hurt/Comfort.
Izuku has a shapeshifting quirk. He's not the best at controlling it, especially under stress. So when tragedy strikes and he gets lost in the city, he's stuck as a cat.
At least he found a nice underground hero to take him in?
In Which Midoriya Confuses A Lot of People, Starts A Manhunt, and Becomes A Hero by legal_kidnapping
Completed. Multi-Chaptered. 28k+ Words. 27k+ Kudos. Quirkless Midoriya Izuku. Unhinged Midoriya Izuku. Hero Public Safety Commission Bashing. Crack Treated Seriously.
Midoriya needs a new outlet for his hero research and accidentally creates a viral YouTube channel.
You know that thing where an orchestra swaps instruments, and like, some of them get it right away, but others have no clue what they're doing? This is that but with quirks, two unwilling participants, and also Emotions by @the-final-sif
part four (4) of series: Nitroglycerin's Parables
Completed. One-Shot. 13k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Hurt/Comfort. Emotional Hurt/Comfort. Fluff. Canon-Typical Violence. Class 1-A Shenanigans. Quirk Swap. Quirk Accident. Quirk Shenanigans. Quirk Side Effects. Yaoyorozu Momo is a Good Friend. Yaoyorozu Momo has Self-Esteem Issues. Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend. Deaf Bakugou Katsuki. Bakugou Katsuki Has Issues. Bakugou Katsuki Has PTSD - Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. Soft Bakugou Katsuki. Touch-Starved Bakugou Katsuki.
Momo wasn't sure why it came as such a shock to her and her classmates that nitroglycerin was not, in fact, easy to control. The chemical was defined by it's instability, it's ability to go off under near any circumstances, it's powerful blows.
And yet, Katsuki had always made it look so simple. He soared through the air like it was nothing, switching between bullet-sized blasts and missile levels of firepower like most people switched channels on TV. Momo had found herself jealous of his quirk at times, unable to help wondering what it would be like to have such power at her fingertips.
Good news, she didn't have to wonder anymore. Bad news, it was absolutely terrible.
Truth Effect by AnAroAceGremlin
Completed. One-Shot. 3k+ Words. 6k+ Kudos. BAMF Bakugou Katsuki. BAMF Shinsou Hitoshi. Fluff and Angst. Quirk Discrimination. Bakugou Katsuki is a Good Friend. Shinsou Hitoshi Replaces Mineta Minoru. Shinsou Hitoshi Needs a Hug. Bakugou Katsuki Needs a Hug. Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence.
Truth Effect.
Definition: tendency to believe false information to be correct after repeated exposure.
Katsuki and Hitoshi have a few things in common.
1) They both have no one to take of them.
2) They have very strong, unique quirks.
3) Both of the above make them prime targets for kidnappings growing up.
They think this is normal.
"Average Person Gets Kidnapped 3 Times A Year" Factoid Actually Just Statistical Error by ohshiddlesticks
Completed. Two-Shot. 4k+ Words. 10k+ Kudos. Fluff and Angst. Crack Treated Seriously. Childhood Friends. Midoriya Izuku is a Good Friend.
"Midoriya Izuku just sort of assumed that everyone else got kidnapped at least once a year, and his once-or-twice-a-month ordeals were just a little bit more than normal."
Bakugou gets kidnapped, and Izuku is surprised that nobody else knows what to do. It's a normal childhood occurrence, right?
and i'm nothing like you by @aloneintherain
Completed. One-Shot. 9k+ Words. 12k+ Kudos. Hurt/Comfort. Kidnapping. Mind Control. Hurt Midoriya Izuku.
Of all the people to have been kidnapped alongside, it had to be this person, this hero, the one person who would never blame him for the things he was forced to do.
“Don’t cry,” Midoriya says.
“Fuck you,” Hitoshi chokes out.
(When Shinsou goes grocery shopping a few weeks after transferring to Class 2A, Midoriya tags along. Because he is, for some reason, determined to be Shinsou’s friend.
Shinsou remains cold and withdrawn in the face of Midoriya’s friendliness—until they’re kidnapped by a woman with a brainwashing quirk who believes Shinsou doesn’t belong in the hero course.)
Izuku Knows Exactly Five Guitar Chords And Uses All Of Them To Torment Bakugou Katsuki by @speedwagons-glorious-mane
Completed. One-Shot. 2k+ Words. 3k+ Kudos. Account Locked. Crack Treated Seriously. Bakugou Katsuki & Consequences. Midoriya Izuku Is In A Shitty Pop Punk Band. Midoriya Izuku Does Not Go to U.A. High School. Quirkless Midoriya Izuku.
Kacchan's mom has got it going on
Katsuki goes ramrod straight as the vocals start. Ears and Shitty Hair are grinning at him but Katsuki is too busy staring at the speaker in disbelief. He'd know that voice anywhere.
Bakugou Katsuki listens to the hit new single 'Kacchan's Mom' by Feeling Green for the first time and he is not a fan.
»»———-Crossovers-———-««
emergency exit by @rae-tnub
Batman x BNHA.
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 4k+ Words. Last Updated January ‘22. Bakugou Katsuki Centric. Post Sports Festival Arc.
The two thousand, three hundred and sixteenth offer gives him pause.
The seal on the top of the paper is the Justice League’s symbol. Joining the Justice League is the highest honor a hero can receive. Only the best of the best heroes ever get an invite. Those are the heroes called for the biggest things, like alien invasions and major disasters. They’re the representatives of the worldwide hero community to the rest of the world.
He scans the details of the cover letter. It’s as generic and bland as the rest of them—still written in perfect Japanese, though—and it’s from Batman.
memory loss by elijay
White Collar x Batman
part one (1) of series: because there really isn't enough of Neal Caffrey being one of the Robins in our lives
Incomplete. Multi-Chaptered. 7k+ Words. Last Updated January '21. 2k+ Kudos. Tim Drake-Centric. Tim Drake is Red Robin. Tim Drake is Neal Caffrey. Tim Drake has Amnesia. Tim Drake has Chronic Pain. Jason Todd is Red Hood. Dick Grayson is Nightwing. Neal Caffrey-centric. BAMF Tim Drake. BAMF Neal Caffrey. Identity Reveal.
“And he is Peter…?”
“Burke,” Jones fills in. “Peter Burke, white collar crimes unit. Your handler. You… don’t remember, do you?”
Neal snorts. “How astute of you, Jones. And I am?”
Concern flickers through Diana. “You don’t know?”
Neal looks at her and raises an eyebrow. “I know who I am, I want to know who you think I am.”
“Neal Caffrey,” she replies confidently. “Con man, forger, world-class thief, now a criminal consultant for the white collar crimes unit of the FBI.” She’s expecting Neal to nod and agree in some way, but instead he snorts again.
“What an alias - Neal Caffrey. Tell me, how long has he been with you? And how old is he, again?”
thanks for getting this far!! enjoy the fics :]
#batman#boku no hero acedamia#fanfiction#fic rec#batman fic#bnha fic#good omens fic#white collar fanfic#fanfic rec#fic rec list#fanfiction recommendation#fic reccomendations#thinking thoughts#Yeah i have no life and nothing to say for myself#tumblr just told me this is my 100th post and idk how to feel about that
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I wrote another fic! This one's much shorter than my other one, it's a 1k-word one shot inspired by a couple Caffrey-Burke Day fics and the song Runnin' Home to You from the Flash.
#white collar#white collar fanfic#neal caffrey#gods y'all this fic went through three or four completely different incarnations before settling on one that worked#well. I sure hope this one works#girlwriting#wc.rhty#i made a thing#my fics
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new fic (white collar): make you wait (till you’re mine)
ship: Peter/Neal
characters: Peter, Neal, El
rating: explicit
word count: 5.4k
tags: First Time, Dom/sub Undertones, Orgasm Denial, Honor Bondage, Face-Fucking
“Oh, no, no. That’s not how this is going to work. That,” Peter said, tilting his head toward Neal’s erection, “is a punishment. You are going to keep your hands to yourself and think about all the ways you could have gotten a confession before things got so out of hand. Mull it over in a cold shower if you need to.”
Neal gets overly invested in his undercover work. Peter has something to say about it.
make you wait (till you’re mine)
Written for ropememory for the kinkluckydip exchange
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November Drabble
Welcome to November, friends, and to our penultimate drabble prompt. Can't wait to see you unlock your creativity (see what we did there?) in exactly 100 OR 200 words!
#DevelopingDrabbles#WhiteCollarDrabbles#fanfiction#drabbles#double drabbles#white collar fanfic#creatives wanted
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New Chapter!
Chapter 8 is now live! Enjoy!
Sneak Peek:
Everyone knew Neal was smart, but now he showed off his intellect during times when it wasn’t a battle of wits, his need to keep the cards close to his vest loosening its hold.
One big example was when Morgan was having a conversation on the phone one day in the office in what most agents recognized as Arabic.
Neal seemed caught by the sound. Peter knew Neal was a bit of a polyglot but the sharpened awareness made him realize that languages were a lot like art to him: a moving passion he simply didn’t want to shake, nor should he.
He had been talking to Jones at the coffee machine at the time, both agents watching as Neal shyly (that caught Peter’s attention, Neal and shy didn’t belong in the same universe) walked over to Morgan’s desk.
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#neal caffrey#peter burke#matt bomer#tim dekay#white collar#jeff eastin#white collar fan fiction#white collar fanfic#fanfic#mozzie#willie garson
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What Makes a Family
Summary: Alice had sworn to Neal that if they ever ended up in trouble like this, she would erase the FBI kidnapping handbook from her mind. She'd forget about him and she’d do whatever she had to in order to get herself out of harm’s way, out of Matthew Keller's way.
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Matthew Keller, & Alice Burke (OC)
Request (from anon): B) 20. Alice and Neal 🤍🤍
Content Warnings: angst, kidnapping/ hostage situation, guns, found family feels
Here’s the AO3 link if you prefer to read over there.
White Collar (Alice Burke) Masterlist
Angst Celebration Masterlist
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Alice could barely keep her head up but she followed Matthew Keller’s movements as best as she could. She kept her eyes open, her gaze purposely diverted from Neal’s face though some part of her was desperate for his guidance, the comfort of eye contact.
She didn’t want Keller to think they were communicating anything, like they were in cahoots. Alice figured it would be better for them if Keller thought they weren’t on the same side. Then he couldn’t use them against each other.
As the seconds stretched on, it grew more difficult for Alice to focus on anything. She could feel herself being pulled towards sleep, exhausted and dizzy now that the knock on her head had settled in and the initial adrenaline had subsided.
It was tempting—the idea of sleep, the idea of slipping away for a bit. Maybe she’d be lucky enough to wake up at home. Maybe she’d learn this was all just a dream—more like a nightmare, really. Whatever it was, real or dream, both seemed possible the more fuzzy Alice’s mind became, some part of her figured they were safe for now.
She felt certain Keller wouldn’t hurt them. Not yet, at least. He seemed to be more interested in talking for the moment, more amused by playing with them—enjoying the sport of it. Alice knew he was getting more from it than just that, focused as he was on hers and Neal’s reactions, but she could tell he wanted to savor it. He was drawing out toying with them and collecting the limited, overly calculated words Neal and Alice had been giving him as answers.
Neal was better at it. He’d taken the lead more and more as Alice's focus slipped. She hadn’t spoken for a few minutes when Keller asked her something directly, and it was no more than a whimper and ragged breath that finally left her lips in response. That was all she could muster, her mind distracted by the throbbing on the left side of her head.
“It wasn’t a rhetorical question, Miss Burke,” Keller said as he stepped toward her.
The inquiry had been a calculated one. Keller expected a proper answer. He had envisioned the girl’s protests, actually, imagining that his words would make Alice Burke a bit more cognizant, a bit more engaged in their conversation. Keller had thought the threat to Caffrey’s life would bring Alice back from the delirious haze she was steadily slipping into.
He grasped Alice’s chin with one hand while tapping her cheek with the other. “Hey, c’mon, kid. Eyes on me.”
Alice’s eyes fluttered open and her blinking gaze latched onto Neal as Keller tipped her face to his. The moment’s connection, and seeing Neal tied to a chair on the other side of the room, reminded Alice of where they were and who had ahold of her.
She jolted in her chair, her breath catching in her throat. She forced her eyes open the rest of the way, shifting them to focus on Keller’s face and lips, straining to decipher the words that she could barely hear. She couldn’t focus, her mind returning to things that were no longer relevant. Nothing outside of this moment was relevant, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the stupid weatherman.
Conrad Murray had promised her clear skies and sunshine. Alice remembered that. She’d watched the broadcast with a bowl of cereal in her hands and Satchmo’s head in her lap while her aunt and uncle moved seamlessly through their practiced morning routines. They were in a hurry to get out the door on time, but Alice had the day off from school, so she lounged in pajamas.
Clear skies and sunshine, the man had promised.
Alice had assumed the sun meant it would be a good day, and truthfully, it had been. She’d taken Satchmo to the park. Then she’d sat out in the back garden with a book. It had been just the type of relaxing day she’d needed, the perfect day off to rest and recharge before her beach weekend with a few friends from her dance classes, the ones with wealthy parents who had houses out on Long Island.
It had been a good day, but the night was giving her trouble. She supposed she couldn’t blame the weatherman for this. He could barely predict the rain, let alone this. No one could have predicted this.
But Alice had been prepared for this. She had never really thought about it, but she was as familiar with Matthew Keller as she was with their local weatherman. More familiar, probably. Keller’s face had been seared in Alice’s mind long before she ever met him. She could recall his crimes and mannerisms and tells more easily than she could recite calculus formulas or her Spanish vocabulary lists even though she didn’t spend hours studying him. All she’d done was listen to Neal’s stories with rapt attention and somehow, it had made itself a permanent home in her mind.
When Neal finally broke down and started telling Alice about the infamous cases, the information delivered in small doses under the guise of casual confessions over their dinners and chess games, Alice thought it was because she had manipulated him. She thought it was because she had used a certain charm to get her way, to break Neal down and get what she wanted. Alice had been convinced that she knew these secrets about the bad people her uncle shielded her from because she’d been able to exploit the criminal mastermind into telling her things she had no business knowing. She thought she had bested Neal. And her uncle, too.
What Alice didn’t know was that everything she knew about Matthew Keller had been shared with her only because Peter Burke had already okayed it. Her uncle had encouraged Neal to share it with her, to make her really understand the danger, to give her a healthy sense of fear so it wouldn’t be some cautionary tale doled out by her overprotective FBI uncle, but cherished insider information pried from the clever guy Alice had come to worship a little bit.
This way, the information would be precious to her, special and unforgettable like a secret shared between friends. It would be something she had cleverly snuck past her uncle—finding out about the cases Peter always kept away from her.
Alice caught Neal’s nod, slight as it was, and swallowed hard. There was a granting of permission nestled in that barely perceptible movement—permission and encouragement and a small plea all wrapped up in one—and Alice knew she didn’t have a choice. She had made a promise to Neal and she’d made it over and over again. She had sworn to him that if they ever ended up here, in the custody of Matthew Keller, she would erase the FBI kidnapping handbook from her mind. She’d do whatever she had to in order to get herself out of harm’s way. And she’d do it without thinking about him.
The handbook may have been useful in another context, with another person wielding the gun, a different person asking the questions, but Alice couldn’t expect Matthew Keller to be like a normal kidnapper or a normal criminal because he was neither. Keller was a killer. He would not hesitate to end her life if it was his best move. He would not be bothered by the fact that she was so young, completely unfazed by a bit of humanizing eye contact or by her identifying with him in some way.
Alice was good at relating to people, but Keller wouldn’t be swayed by her relating to a piece of him. That might even be the type of thing that would make him more likely to end her life, sensing the weakness of connection in himself and severing it before it could do any damage to his chances of success.
Alice’s head lolled to the side. Keller’s hand reaffirmed its grip on her chin, righting her. His eyes searched for her gaze as she allowed it to drift. She hoped he hadn’t noticed the communication that had passed between her and Neal, that her fatigue and lack of focus were enough to mask it.
Alice flinched when Keller lifted the gun in his hand and he smiled, chuckling a little.
“Oh, so you are with me?”
Alice nodded, or she tried to, any movement she could muster limited by his hold and the pain in her head.
“Alright, which is it, then?” he asked and Alice searched her mind for the question that seemed too far away now, like it had been asked days prior rather than a minute ago.
“I don’t care,” she mumbled.
Keller laughed at that, turning towards Neal with a smirk on his face before turning back to Alice. “Is that right? You don’t care what happens to him?”
Alice shook her head. “Why should I?”
Keller dropped his hold, stepping away from her, the gun in his hand used to gesture as he spoke. “Neal, this girl does not like you,” he said, laughter dancing around his words.
“She’s a kid, Keller.” Neal shrugged. “Just jealous because—”
Alice’s eyes focused across the room, hardening a bit as they found Neal’s face. “I’m not jealous.”
Keller’s eyes moved back and forth between them. He hummed. “Well now, one of those wasn’t the truth...” he said, “and I’m starting to think it was the first one.”
Neal snorted, pulling Keller’s eyes from Alice. “It’s not, if the kid’s made one thing entirely clear it’s—”
“Shut up, Caffrey. Let her speak for herself,” Keller answered. He lowered himself to catch Alice’s eyes again. “Actually, you can prove it. Actions speak louder than words and all that...You know how to shoot a gun, right, Miss Burke?” He continued on without giving Alice time to answer, waving the gun around in his hand as he spoke. “Yeah, I figure an FBI kid like you...your uncle probably has you at the range, what, probably three, four times a year at least? Maybe more if you took a liking to it.”
Alice kept her mouth shut. Keller didn’t need to know that she had only been to the firing range the one time, proving she could at least manage a weapon if needed. He didn’t need to know that she hadn’t liked it. He didn’t need to know that her uncle hadn’t pushed the subject after that. He probably wouldn’t have believed her anyway.
“Good,” he said, taking her silence as confirmation. “We can clear this up easy, then. You're gonna shoot our friend Caffrey over there. Shouldn’t matter since you don’t care about him. Do that and I’ll let you go—completely unharm...” Keller gestured to the growing knot on her head as he revised his offer. “Well, not harmed any further, at least—when this is all said and done.”
Alice almost faltered. Everything inside of her screamed like an alarm at Keller’s words. Actually doing what he was asking of her was taking the ruse too far, but Alice steeled her face and her voice anyway. She willed what came from her mouth to come off as collected and unbothered. She tried to recall when there had been a time that she would have willingly sacrificed Neal to save herself. In those early days, she would’ve done just about anything to get him thrown back behind bars and away from her family, but it was so far from their current existence that she struggled to reach for it. Neal was family now, just as important to her as Peter or Elizabeth were.
And this was different. This wasn’t putting a man in prison. This was harm beyond anything Alice could imagine bestowing on another person, but if she played it right, it was also an opportunity. It was a risk, but this was a chance at gaining control. If she could get the gun...
“Fine.” Alice opened her hand and twisted her palm toward the gun, the motion limited by the rope securing her wrist to the chair. “Give me the gun.”
Alice focused her attention on Keller. She focused on his voice and his movements. She focused on steadying herself while he watched her, but she couldn’t do it all at the same time. Alice felt like pieces of her were just floating away every time she centered her mind on a single thing and she didn’t have enough hands to pull it all back and keep herself together. She couldn’t do it.
“Yeah,” Keller snorted and smirked at her. “Nice try there, sweetheart.”
He considered Alice for a moment as she sat there bound to the chair. He could see everything she was trying to hide from him—the dilated pupils, the taut muscles she couldn’t quite relax, her flushed skin, but he didn’t comment.
He was enjoying himself.
“I’ll help you aim the gun, kid,” he offered. “All you have to do is pull the trigger.”
She opened her mouth to speak, the words and confidence she had just before not coming so easily now that the task had conditions, variables she couldn’t control.
“Do we have a deal, Miss Burke?” Keller prompted. It was only a second or so that Alice hesitated, her gaze trained on Keller as she fought against the lump in her throat, but it had been long enough that Neal cleared his throat, saving her.
“You really do wound me, Ace,” he said, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I once considered you family. Guess that was my mistake, trusting a kid.”
Alice closed her eyes and swallowed, taking in another bit of Neal’s permission. Neal had said what he said, but through the sarcasm, through the acting, he’d meant something else entirely:
You shoot me—wound me. It’s alright, Ace. We’re family. Do what you have to do. Get yourself out of this. I trust you.
"Alright, Caffrey. Shut up. I'm thinking we blow out your knee cap," Keller said. "You ready, Miss Burke?"
Alice nodded, though the movement was somehow separate from her because every part of Alice was screaming no. Every part of her knew she wouldn't be able to do it. She wouldn’t be able to hurt Neal. She wouldn’t be able to keep her promise and save herself, but it was already in motion and Alice felt like she was going to pass out, overwhelmed by the sensations running through her.
Keller moved behind her chair, holding the gun out and lowering himself until he was at her level. Alice trembled as she opened her fingers again, stretching her hand wide enough to accept the gun. She whimpered when the metal pressed against her clammy skin, a wave of panic passing over her before she could control it. Alice swallowed down a sob and tried to grab for the gun, but Keller shifted away before she could fit her hand around the grip.
“That’s what I thought.” Keller let out a chuckle, his breath hot on Alice’s ear as he placed the barrel of the gun to her temple. “You two think I’m stupid?”
Alice leaned away from the gun and whimpered when Keller righted her by setting a firm hand on the back of her neck.
“Keller,” Neal cautioned, though his interjection almost seemed to go unnoticed.
Keller continued to press the gun to Alice's skin as he started up talking again.“She comes to your apartment twice a week to play chess," Keller said, rising to his full height and stepping away from Alice. "She gets coffee with Mozzie on Tuesday afternoons. And you expect me to believe this—” Keller pointed the gun back and forth between Alice and Neal. “—little show?”
“Now, here’s the thing,” Keller said. “I need you, Neal. I don’t like it, but I do. But her?” he said, pointing the gun back at Alice. “I don’t need the damn kid. And I think you know I have no problem with—”
If it was just Neal and Keller there alone when the sirens first sounded, growing louder with each passing millisecond—the impending promise of safety for Neal and Alice and a promise of something less desirable for Keller—if that was the case, Neal would have made some cocky comment, but they weren’t alone and Keller still had the gun pointed at Alice, so Neal stayed quiet.
They all did—quiet and still, almost as if they were all just waiting to see how it played out. Alice and Neal were waiting on Keller to make his move, both of them hoping he’d just give up and run. It was the safest move, but Keller was waiting for some sign that it wasn’t just a fluke, that the sirens weren’t coming for them.
After less than a few seconds of delay, while the sirens grew louder and closer, it was clear they were the intended target. Keller was the intended target. And he had no choice but to do what was best for him—run. There were no words, no flashy shows or threats as Keller slipped through the back door leaving Neal and Alice alone while the full force of the NYPD and the FBI closed in around them.
Alice’s body was racked almost immediately with a fit of sobbing that could barely be heard over the sounds of the sirens and the movements of the SWAT team as they made their way through the building. Neal watched her fall apart from a few feet away, all of the pent-up emotions washing over her and all he could do was sit by.
Alice was only half-conscious of them suddenly being surrounded by men with guns. She didn't move, even after being released from her bindings, but then Neal was in front of her—standing there safe and whole, less bruised and battered than she was even. Alice stood up on numb feet, scrambling for him as Neal reached out to pull her to his chest.
“It’s alright, Ace,” he said, holding her tightly as things settled around them. He spotted Peter and Diana and Jones over Alice’s head after a minute or so. “I got you. And look, Peter's here.” Neal tried to shift his hold on Alice, preparing to hand her over to her uncle's arms as he came closer to them, but Alice wasn’t budging. She clung to Neal, holding him like he'd slip away if she let him go.
Peter paused for a moment when he reached their side and Neal gave him an apologetic frown. Neal knew Peter would want to check Alice over for himself and make sure she was alright, but he gave a report anyway as he tried once again to hand Alice over. "She's alright, Peter. A concussion and maybe a broken rib or two, but she's—"
Peter crushed both Neal and Alice in his hold, holding them there for a moment before pulling out of the hug to observe the angry bump on Alice's head. “You need to go to the hospital, Al,” he said. “We’ll get checked out and get you back home, alright?”
Alice swallowed and nodded. She had stopped crying, but she was still holding onto Neal, her hand clasped in his. Peter kissed her forehead before waving over one of the paramedics. The young man started assessing Alice immediately and she reluctantly dropped Neal’s hand as he guided her to sit.
Satisfied Alice was settled, Peter turned back to Neal. "What about you?"
"Me?" Neal asked. "Peter, I'm fine. I—"
"You're going with her to the hospital," Peter decided. "Elizabeth will meet you both there and—"
"But, Keller—" Neal started. Now that the threat was gone, now that Alice was safe, part of his mind was racing with possibilities and follow-ups. It would be best if both he and Peter stayed to deal with the next steps, but Neal didn't want to leave Alice alone for the ride to the hospital either.
Neal saw something in her break. She was quiet now, seemingly subdued while the paramedic checked her over a few feet away, but she’d need comfort if all that she was pushing aside came back...when it came back. Neal knew it was only a matter of when. And when it happened, Alice would need her family. She would need Peter and Elizabeth. She wouldn’t need to see him and be reminded of the ordeal she’d been through.
"No,” Peter’s casual musing interrupted Neal's thoughts. “No. You know as well as I do Keller's long gone. I need to stay and wrap this up, but you two go in the ambulance and I’ll be along as soon as I can be. And don’t bother arguing, Neal. You'll need medical clearance either way."
Neal shook his head. "I'll get medical clearance, but Peter, listen." Neal lowered his voice as he caught Alice's gaze trained on them, watching them over the head of the paramedic. "I really think she needs her family right now. She's been through a lot and...I should...I can stay here so you and Elizabeth can—"
"Neal?" Peter interrupted, a laugh nearly coming to his lips despite the seriousness of all that had just happened. "You are family." He clapped a hand down on Neal's shoulder. "And right now, she doesn't need me or Elizabeth. She needs you."
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