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: Just A Little Bit Stronger
Characters (Pairings): Sara Ellis, OC
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 550
Spoilers: Parts of Sara's backstory.
Warnings: Discussion of an eating disorder.
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: The first item Sara recovered.
Author's Note: Title from Just A Little Bit by Maria Mena. For Day 1 of halfamoon, for the prompt Origins/Beginnings, a little Sara backstory. No guarantees that I'm doing all the days.
I don't feel like getting into Sara's head right now, so this is mostly dialogue.
This was supposed to be just humour, but my brain had other plans. Sorry.

( "Did you get it?" )

Title: the metal wraps itself around your bones
Characters (Pairings): Neal Caffrey, Rachel Turner, Peter Burke, multiple OFCs, (Neal/Rachel)
Rating: R
Word Count: 5842
Spoilers: Through Season 5
Warnings/Content notes: Painplay, rough sex, violence, language. For more qualitative notes, see below.
Disclaimer: White Collar is Jeff Eastin's brainchild. Not mine.
Summary: Neal makes deals with demons, plural. They might turn out to be one too many for him to handle.
Author's Note: Title from The Road by Hurts. Inspiration from that song and Little Lion Man by Mumford and Sons. For the 'deals with demons' square on my hc_bingo card. Also posted to AO3.

elrhiarhodan - the little neal/rachel snippet thing I wrote for you is the beginning of this story. And yes, it ate my brain. Hope you don't mind :) (original prompt and fill).

Fair warnings - there are a number of them.

There is not enough explanation. There are loose ends. (e.g. how is Rachel even out of prison? And that's just one I've spotted.) I will be a bitch and not tell you important details that should have been declared right from the start. That's as intentional as it possibly can be - I just thought this thing up like three days ago, and if I let it ferment in the back of my mind, it will grow, and I will not be able to handle it.

For this reason, if you want a further glimpse into something, just ask me, and I will do my best to tell you. (Except for how Rachel is out. I have no clues, lol.)

This is the same demented, angst-laden writing style that seems to be the only way my brain can word as of lately. Very apology. Much contrite.

Have fun in the dark(er) corners of my mind! Don't get stuck, though, scary shit be going down there.


( how are you supposed to be both the canvas and the paint - r.i.d )