Recs: White Collar
Pre-series:
Catch and Release by linaerys
Peter/OMC, Teen, ~1850 words.
Ten years pre-series, Peter chases a different thief.
"In order to catch them, you must understand them," Peter's mentor had told him.[...]Peter had come to understand what Carl meant by those words, the unspoken next half: "In order to understand them, you must love them."
...The Thing (With the Guy in the Place) by impertinence
Neal/Peter, Adult, ~1400 words.
Pre-series, Peter has a drunken encounter in Boston.
That One Time, With That Thing by LithiumDoll
Neal, Kate, Mozzie, Peter, Jones, G, ~11 000 words.
Summary: Pre-series, ~those~ bonds, 1-0: Neal's accidentally working for the mob, Kate is probably considering a new client list, Mozzie's waiting for The Man and The Man is a little more amused than it should be.
The Man Behind Him by
myystic
Neal, OMC, NC-17, consent issues, ~1100 words.
Normally Neal doesn't mind cliches (there's a reason some of the classics are classic), but he's pretty sure that he should mind this one. Was pretty sure he had minded, way back when, but years of staring at the same four walls have loosened the threads a bit and now he can't be certain of his memories, can't trust himself anymore to unravel truth from lie, reality from fantasy, real-life from something only dreamed.
(Follow one down and it's coercion, spelled out for him in terms of choice and consequence. Follow another and it's contractual, a mutual exchange of services. Follow a third and find he's really the one in command of the game.)
But it's still cliche.
Communication by travels_in_time
Neal, Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, PG, ~550 words.
He wasn't supposed to be stalked by an obsessive FBI agent. He wasn't supposed to be caught and locked away like some common thug. But since he has been, he'll act like a common thug. Criminals hate law enforcement officers of all stripes, don't they? They make threats. Not overt ones that'll get their mail stopped and their privileges, such as those are, taken away. Subtle ones. The message isn't the bland pre-printed greeting, or the few words that he scribbles. The message is the card itself.
I know where you live, is what the first card means.
Playing Cards by
lithiumdoll/halcyon-shift
Peter/Elizabeth, Neal, G, ~850 words.
Four years ago, when Peter left his birthday cards scattered over the kitchen table, Elizabeth picked one up on the way to the refrigerator. She’d read the message inside and smiled, because if she was going to share custody of her husband with his job, it was good to know they appreciated him. And they did.[...]The last card she picked up had confused her: a cupcake on the front but no message inside. When Peter had wandered in fixing his tie, she’d stood between him and the coffee pot and held the card up. "Who sent this one?"
He’d plucked it from her hand and grinned. "Caffrey."
Episode related/Set within Season One:
In and Out of Being by
isagel
Neal, UST (Peter/Neal), NC-17, ~1350 words.
The strip of plastic is cool on the outside, warm where the edges meet his flesh. There is enough room for him to push his fingertips beneath it, for his thumb to follow the curve of the shallow indent it's made where it's pressed into skin. Jones always makes it looser than Cruz, his touch clinically kind like a doctor's, where hers is sharp and just short of brutal.
He wonders what Peter's approach would be like, if he ever decided to do the honors himself. If it would be any less of a chore to him, his hands any gentler. If he would linger there, bent over Neal’s ankle.
Four Cups of Tea (and a waffle iron) by LithiumDoll
Peter/Elizabeth, Neal, Mozzie, Hughes, G, ~4400 words.
Summary: Mozzie and Elizabeth bond over tea whilst Peter, Neal and Hughes find themselves in the middle of the worst timed robbery ~ever~.
Precarious by
purna
Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, PG, ~700 words.
Peter's always said that she's the one who started it, five years ago. She's never disputed the claim; Peter's more comfortable with the lie. It'd been Alan back then, El and Alan and Peter, sitting on a park bench all in a row. They'd met Alan at the dog park on a beautiful spring morning, buds opening, sap rising. Satchmo had bonded with Alan's spaniel at first sight, instant best friends.
Medicinal by
china_shop
Neal, Elizabeth, UST, PG-13, ~1650 words.
"The tracker squatted on the dining table, somewhere between benign and benevolent. Peter hadn't asked anyone to put it on him, and Neal couldn't stomach doing it himself. If Peter cared so much, then he should've done it. In the meantime, Neal was nursing some airy fantasies about carrying the damned thing in his pocket-or maybe investing in a Gucci shoulder bag, if it messed with the lines of his suits too much-so he could be tracked only when he wanted to be. It'd certainly make working with Alex easier. Peter would never go for that, of course. He'd check tomorrow morning. He'd say, "Show me," just like he had outside the prison. For now, though, Neal's ankle felt light and fragile, as if he might float up to the ceiling."
AU/Futurefic/Other:
The Zombie Story + Coda by
giglet
Peter, Neal, Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, PG, ~2100 words.
In which Peter is a big damn action hero, Elizabeth pwns Brooklyn, and Neal ruins a set of very nice Italian shoes.
Figure It Out by lightgetsin
Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, Adult, ~22 000 words.
Plotty threesome-fic, aka "porn with shenanigans".
"We are so married," Peter said. "Same taste in cons."
El cracked up. It was true, though. She'd fallen for Neal a little bit because Peter already had, and their marriage worked like gravity that way. And then she'd spent more time with Neal, and somewhere it had stopped being about Peter falling for him and started being about them falling for him.
"Do you think he didn't get it?" she asked. "He took off really fast there."
Peter snorted. "He took off really fast because he knows how much it pisses me off every time he does a runner," he said. He glanced down at the note on the coffee table. "And he's daring me."
Contractual Obligations: A Love Story in Three Traffic Lights by shaenie
Neal/Peter/Elizabeth, Adult, ~40 000 words.
"All relationships are contracts. You give one another what you can until someone breaks the contract and the relationship is over." Neal's mouth is starting to hate Peter, too, so Peter adds, "You should really let Elizabeth give you the speech; she's better at it. And she's already going to be pissed that I gave away her third bullet point."
You Ruined Everything (In the Nicest Way) by jmtorres
Neal, Peter, Elizabeh, G, ~9500 words.
Summary: A story of missed connections, in which Peter doesn't know what to say, Neal doesn't seem to want to hear it, and Elizabethan translation proves vital.
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