“Burke’s stomach twisted as he met a pair of brilliant blue eyes. Sensitive. The sensitive ones, in Peter Burke’s opinion, were the worst. Not the worst soldiers, and certainly not the worst people, no, they were the worst to send to the frontlines. “What’s your name private?” “Neal Caffrey, sir.”” A WWII White Collar AU

“There was something about the warmth of Peter’s hands as he massaged the feeling back into Neal’s ice cold ones that warmed Neal more than just physically. It was the kindness of the gentle, uncomplicated skin-to-skin contact, the affectionate touch that was given without asking for anything in return. It brought a faint ache deep in Neal’s throat.”

Teen AU of Neal Caffrey as a street kid. This fic is filling a prompt based on a piece of White Collar fanart of Peter carrying Neal.

A cold is just a cold and Peter isn’t worried until Neal manages get sopping wet and a lot more sick, calling for more from Peter than a ‘cowboy up’.

Philip Kramer has a brutal lesson to teach Burke and his CI, the results of which leave Neal and Peter reeling and struggling to reconcile their odd partnership (though it just may leave them stronger in the end).

Sequel to my story ‘A Shattered Mask of Calm’ which filled a prompt asking for a situation where Neal was truly afraid. Mentions of sexual assault but NO rape.

Neal falls asleep on a car ride, Diana has a questions and a few realizations, while Peter acts as a pillow. Basically, it’s sweet.

Neal needs to care for Peter and learns that even the strongest people aren’t invincible.