all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling...

Title: Don't Need A Dozen Roses
Characters (Pairings) Sara Ellis, Neal Caffrey, Mozzie, (Sara/Neal)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 6456
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Sara Ellis is confronted with a case that promises to be just as exciting as she expects it to be and a client who's going to be a pain in rather more unexpected ways.
Content Note: This story portrays the very beginning of a D/s relationship. If you'd like to know anything at all about kinks mentioned or explored in this story, please don't hesitate to PM me.
Author's Note: This fic is for citrinesunset, for the wcpairings exchange, with love. I hope you enjoy it! It follows one of your prompts as closely as I could manage. And I am so sorry for the delay!!! Real life staged multiple interventions.
Be warned, italics have been merrily overused.
Pardon the formal register of my writing - I've been watching far too much of The Royals.
The title's from the Nicki Minaj song Get On Your Knees. I would call it the anthem of this fic if my words didn't always end up this damned sappy. As things are, this fic is also inspired by Same Old Same Old, Dust to Dust, Eavesdrop, Disarm, and Poison and Wine, all by The Civil Wars, all delightfully angsty. The Civil Wars write and sing the best Neal/Sara songs. (Disarm is a cover, for the record.)
Sara's a lawyer in this AU. I, however, am not. (In this AU or in real life.) And even if I was, I still wouldn't have much of a clue of the American legal system, which is not the same as the Indian one. So I bullshitted my way through the legal stuff. Most of it is probably inaccurate. Prior warning issued. Sorry not sorry.
There will be more in this verse! Maybe. Look to Can't Hold You Closer Than This for my (totally nonexistent, I can assure you) reliability with delivering on fic-related promises. (This one might just get written, though, because it's mainly sexy fun times. No promises!)
I will give this fic another editorial look-over tomorrow, because I am paranoid as fuck.
Why are my fics turning into such lengthy monsters lately??? What happened to nice little thousand word fics???

( The first time Sara Ellis lays eyes on Neal Caffrey, nothing remarkable happens. )

Title: Remnants Of A Voice And Smile
Characters (Pairings): Elizabeth Burke, Mozzie, Sara Ellis, Peter Burke, Neal Caffrey (background Peter/El and Neal/Sara)
Rating: PG
Word Count: 2431
Beta Credit: percygranger, thank you so much!! ^^ I fiddled with a few things after she went over it, so that's all on me C:
Spoilers: S06E06 (Au Revoir)
Content Notes: Grief. Run on sentences.
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: After the funeral, everyone tries to heal.
Author's Note: Title from Say Uncle by Vienna Teng. Originally written for elrhiarhodan's promptfest, for her prompt, 'Hiding Out By Day'. Also, I'm still angry at Neal. I have no apologies.
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( By some consensus that was reached when she wasn't listening, everyone gathers in their living room. )

Title: Absolutely Not.
Characters (Pairings): Diana Berrigan, Mozzie, Theo Berrigan
Rating: PG
Word Count: 361
Spoilers: 5x02, Diana's plotline.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Diana's son is not going to be a con man.
Author's Note: This is for Day 4 of halfamoon, for the prompt Fight, the battle between Diana and Mozzie. Prompted by leesa_perrie, thank you! It's not that great :/ Ah well. It's fic. I wrote. That's good.
Seeing as it's day 6 now, I'm behind. Oh dear.


( "My son is not going to be a con man." )

Title: I'll Say Goodnight But It's Never Goodbye
Characters: Neal Caffrey, Peter Burke, Mozzie.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1555
Spoilers: For the series, especially 6x06
Warnings: presumed dead, detailed description of the effects of puffer fish toxin, including temporary paralysis, shortness of breath and vomiting
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Faking his death wasn't as easy as he thought it'd be.
Prompts: “He died whilst faking his own death” (“Gavin & Stacey”), The Vault
Author's Note: Title from Goodnight New York by Vienna Teng. For Challenge #12 - Weekly Quick Fic #5 - at writerverse. Episode tag for 6x06. I'm putting this down for the 'drugged' square on my hc_bingo card, even thought it doesn't quite fit.
This fic is essentially me hurting Neal in order to deal with whatever residual rage the finale left in me. Hopefully, I'll treat him better next time. And I don't think I properly dealt with the shortness of breath. Oops. Sorry.
I almost rewatched the ep to write this, but decided that it was better for my sanity if I just went over the dialogues using springfieldspringfield. And then I ended up rewatching anyway. Sigh. And I have more tags in my head, though I'm not entirely sure that I'll manage to get them on paper, they hurt so much.
These words were hard to pull out, and they're not the best they could be, but they're words, so.
Also, my fixation with the present tense continues.
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( He'd hoped that Peter wouldn't make it, that he'd just see him in an ambulance before it screeched away. But Peter's there, using his badge to silence the paramedic so he can get to Neal. )