#white collar AU

[bleeding-seraphic]

The white collar au has a happy ending btw and that happy ending is narilamb being menaces

For clarification Narinder and Lambert are married this is just how they flirt in public, or as @jaroftears correctly put it, this is foreplay for them

[sorenphelps]

be gay, do crimes

a random discussion about Sirius wearing orange, police uniforms and James being able to rock an 80s cop movie dad 'stache somehow turned into this... which can be a renewed version of my old take on the White Collar AU i guess?

[sootycauldron]

more mafia au stuff cause the brainrot's getting me(spoilers for chapter 2)

[puppetmaster13u]

So Hypothetically....

If I were to make a oneshot or series that's a crossover between Batman & White Collar... But like, cryptid batfamily. What kind of cryptids should they be? (Probably Dick-as-Neal but honestly still in very early idea brainstorming)

Also open to any story oneshot/chapter ideas too lol

[wlwinry]

theres a fantasy high white collar au brewing in my brain. its taking shape. its not quite there yet but this makes two 2008-ish crime shows that im trying to shoehorn fh into

[viaviv124]

White Collar AU fanart :D

AU belongs to @bleeding-seraphic

[redfurrycat]

👮‍♂️🤠🕴️🐓Bradley & Jake: un duo très spécial 🐓🕴️🤠👮‍♂️

I'm so happy to share the amazing art that I commissioned from @forsty. It is linked to a fic I'm working on, a White Collar au with con artist Jake Seresin and FBI agent Bradley Bradshaw. [You can have a look at this post and this other post for more details about the general plot.]

GORGEOUS piece of art, ain't it? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

[Thank you so much for this baby, Fors, and also thanks to @thebahwrites for handling the comms part! You both did a lovely job! 😘]

WARNING. Be respectful of the art and the artist who did it. Do not be an art thief like Jake once was [lol still is!]! 😘

[thesymphonytrue]

WIP Wednesday err.. Sunday

Thank you @penna-nomen for the tag!

SOOO I have an idea for Mozzie Mania...although I will admit my creative spirit has been low lately. I don't know how to fix it. My desire to write, sing, or create any kind of art is gone right now and it feels like a heavy weight is on my chest and like I want to rip my insides out. I hate it so much 😭 I feel like I'm just being absorbed into the books I'm reading and any unique creative energy I used to have is nonexistent.

BUT ANYWAY in an effort to spark that again (and since I haven't worked on my Mozzie story) here is another little excerpt from my "Old Man AU" (lol aka Peter and Neal as senior citizens):

Sandra was tired. Two coffees in, her eyes were not staying open any better than they were an hour ago. And it was only nine am. She blinked and pushed the stapler a little further away from her computer. It hadn’t been her life’s dream to be a receptionist at the Catskills Memory Care, but here she was. Despite the atmosphere of death and smell of old people, the visitors normally were kind (if there were any) and the pay was good. 

The buzzer rang, notifying Sandra that there was a visitor. Her eyes brightened and hope filled her chest. Which lucky patient was getting an extra dose of love today? Smiling, she smoothed her pants as she stood. 

However, when she glanced down and looked at the video monitor to see just who had rung the bell, she pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes. 

Mr. Caffrey, she thought as a headache began to form behind her temples. 

Rolling her eyes, she pressed the button to unlock the front doors and Neal Caffrey strode in. He walked with confidence and if it wasn’t for his gray hair and fine lines, he would have seemed ageless. She’d seen pictures of Neal as a younger man and, well, Sandra had to admit, he was just about the most handsome human she’d ever laid eyes on. 

Nonetheless, his youthful spirit trapped in an old body still somehow managed to make Sandra’s life more difficult. Neal was always sneaking in items that were not allowed: things like strong-smelling paint sets, fancy wine, or once she caught him with FBI-grade handcuffs. 

“Eccentric old man,” she muttered to herself, shaking her head as Neal leaned onto the check-in desk. 

“Goodmorning, Sandra!” Neal said chipperly, blue eyes sparkling. 

Sandra could see how women (and probably men) fell to Neal’s feet in his prime. The man was even charming at seventy. 

“Hello, Mr. Caffrey,” she said, looking up the family-approval phone number linked to the patient Neal Caffrey always came in to visit. 

“Ah it’s Neal,” Neal said, smiling warmly, “Certainly we are on first name terms at this point?” 

Sandra couldn't help but smile. 

“Alright, Neal,” she said folding her hands, “I still have to call the family member on file and let them know you are visiting, given your history…”

“Oh come on, you know he doesn’t like to be bothered. I will be in and out in five minutes. Just have a little…” he hesitated… “gift. He doesn’t even have to be awake to–”

Sandra’s smile dropped. 

“The last time I let you in without calling, you gave him a beer and you were drinking wine and we have a no-alcohol policy here.” 

She picked up the phone and dialed. 

“Hello?” a man’s voice answered.

“Hi Mr. Burke, I have a Neal Caffrey here to visit your father. Do you approve?” 

The line was silent for a moment.

“Can I talk to him?” Mr. Burke said.

“Your father?” 

“No, Unc—" he cleared his throat, " To Neal, please?”

Sandra looked at Neal and narrowed her eyes, “Sure sweetheart.”

She passed the phone to Neal. 

“Hey there! Just bringing in a little something for–” Neal started, then frowned.

Sandra wished she could hear what was on the other line.

“Today’s going to be a good day, I can feel it—” Neal said and then paused to listen, “Okay I promise, buddy. No breaking the rules.” 

He hung up. 

Sandra sighed and waved to the door. 

“Go right a head, you know where he is. Mind you, he’s been worse lately. I doubt you’ll get any words out of him at all.” 

[jheqiawrites]

Who is ready for an avenging angel in a bullet proof vest?

[thetarttfuldickhead]

No cause RJK in a white collar au would be so fun. Ya know how Neal and Elizabeth like work together to tease Peter sometimes? That's so Jamie and Keeley to Roy. Also. That scene in like the first episode where Neal disappears and Peter goes to rush out only to find him with his wife on their couch just chilling? Such a Jamie move.

GOD YES

Even with Jamie not knowing or dating Keeley prior to being partnered with Roy, him and Keeley would just get on like a house on fire and they’d both ADORE messing with Roy. Keeley very loving and Jamie initiallly prickishly, but then also lovingly!

There’s also that scene where Neal wants Peter and Elisabeth to join him for dinner with a mark and Peter is like HELL NO, and then Neal calls Elisabeth and she’s like YES, we’d LOVE to join you for dinner. Jamie would totally pull that – but I think that Roy, unlike Peter, would have a rather stern discussion with Jamie about pulling that sort of shit, even if it DID work out nicely in the end.

(Also Keeley might NOT enjoy being used like that, as a sort of go-around-Roy card – but she’ll ALSO not enjoy Roy trying to make that call FOR her. So, slight angst in all directions. But, the fun kind, for those of us who enjoy a bit of strife.)

[bleeding-seraphic]

And bonus narilamb doodles:

What kind of monster would I be to have a mafia au without a scene where they must infiltrate a criminal party in formal wear

[textsfromthefifthbasement]

The Confidential Informant

Rating: T

Pairing: Pharoga

Warnings: None Apply

Summary: Nadir wakes up during a case to find himself handcuffed to Erik.

Read on AO3

[sootycauldron]

[pancakelover3001]

neal and kate swap au?? 👀.. quick 400 word thingy following kate’s arrest (1st arrest) … might write more of this and post 2 ao3 later..

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“Mozzie said you were fencing Mauritian penny stamps.”

Neal’s brows furrowed in confusion.

“I quit dealing in stamps-“

Kate felt Neal tense in her arms as the door slammed open. Dozens of agents swarmed the warehouse, armed with guns and protective shields.

“Shh, It’s okay,” Kate whispered as she slowly turned from him and lifted her arms into the air in surrender. Her fingers twitched, missing the warmth of Neal’s back. Damnit. She had just found Neal again.

“FBI! Hands on your head!” One of the agents called out. He must've been new, she didn’t recognize him. Peter Burke walked out from behind him and stood in front of her.

“Agent Burke.” Kate said, a wry smile making its way on her face.

“Kate Moreau.” He matched her tone but gave her a prideful smile. “You’re under arrest.”

Kate paused. She took a quick glance at Neal, an unreadable expression on his face. She returned her gaze to Burke. “I know.” She hesitated again, before lowering her hands from their position behind her head. Multiple guns cocked behind her, all ready to blow her brains out. She ignored the sickening sound and extended her arm out towards Burke, offering him a handshake.

“Thank you.” She said softly. The agent turned his head in confusion and gave Kate a questioning look. Kate looked at Neal again. She noticed the slight trembling in his shoulders. “I never would’ve found him without you.”

Burke’s face relaxed slightly with understanding as he grabbed Kate’s hand, firmly shaking it. “It’s my pleasure.”

Suddenly the agent from before, the one Kate didn’t recognize, stepped in and slipped a cuff onto the hand firmly held within Burke’s.

“That was you guys in the van out front?” Kate commented, attempting to appear calm as the agent cuffed her hands behind her back. “That can’t be too comfortable.”

“Doesn’t smell too good, either.” The agent added before placing a hand on her shoulder and steering her out of the warehouse. Kate hung her head as she walked out but spared a final glance at Neal.

For once, Neal’s expression seemed open. It seemed as if his heart was open for Kate to see. She could see the fear in his eyes. His lips tightly pressed together. His hands curled tightly by his sides.

Kate couldn’t care to focus on anything else, not the tight cuffs digging into her wrists, the agents hand firmly on her shoulder, or the endless chattering of the agents around her. All she could focus on was Neal.

She watched as Neal only seemed to get further away.

He felt so out of reach.

[leverage-ot3]

wait leverage white collar au where sam never died and nate and maggie are still married and sophie is the conwoman that seduces them both (through crime)

[hellofanidea]

First line of a fic!

He wasn't sure what to do about the handcuffs.

'Get out of them' was the prevailing notion, but considering the way they had been looped through the radiator and left his hands at odd angles, Web didn't have too much hope in his usual lockpicking skills.

"Just sit tight," Lieb had said before he left, patting his cheek condescendingly. "I'll come getcha when it's done."

As if Web had ever been any good at just letting him waltz in and out of his life as he pleased, even when he claimed it was for his own good. He eyed the tracker on his ankle, and then the sturdy looking table leg next to it - a pissed off Speirs had to be a better option than waiting around for Joe to get himself killed.

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Me? Actually working on a WIP? Impossible! Thank you for sending this! Please enjoy five sentences of Webgott White Collar AU.