#dancingshadowswrites

The summary of which goes like this:

Nikolai doesn’t necessarily mean to. He just kind of blurts it out. “I’m bisexual.” Kaz stares at him almost blankly. Nikolai dreads the whole time he opens his mouth, his dark eyebrows scrunching slightly. “...I know,” Kaz says. Nikolai blinks and jerks back. What? He furrows his own brow at Kaz, who just stares back at him still. “What does that mean?” Nikolai asks him point blank. How is this even possible? Is he kidding? Kaz doesn’t really make these kinds of jokes, though — Kaz frowns. “— it means I know. I knew. I already knew that information.” Nikolai stares uncomprehendingly at him. His furiously spinning mind screeches to a half. Finally, after a long moment of silence between them, he asks, maybe shouting a little, “...why didn’t you tell me?”

Or,

Nikolai figures out he’s bisexual. This is apparently not a surprise to Kaz.

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The summary of which goes like this:

He glances up at the rapidly fluctuating light overhead. He says nothing about it to Nikolai; mostly because there’s no reason to. Nikolai can see it too. Nikolai walks past him to the bed closest to the window, climbing up onto the mattress to flop across the covers with a sigh. “What?” Kaz snaps. If Nikolai is going to be a loud roommate already, that’s not exactly boding well for the rest of their time here. Nikolai looks over at him, turning just his head to stare over at where Kaz is gingerly sitting up against the headboard, two pillows behind the small of his back. “Nothing,” he tries. “Then don’t be so loud,” Kaz snarls. Nikolai stares at him. “...okay…” he says slowly, like he’s unsure how he’s incurred Kaz’s wrath for fucking fast. Kaz starts to roll his eyes when the lights go out entirely. The light humming of the heat from the vent next to the wall near Kaz shuts off too.

Or,

Kaz and Nikolai are on a business trip gone awry, to the point that they’re snowed in at a hotel whose heat system is not included in what the backup generator can accomplish.

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Sorry this took a minute to get to, I was like "I'll go do this!" and then promptly Completely Forgot TM

I managed four idk-how-I-feel-abt-the-quality-of-writing sentences of this one, but it's nevertheless four sentences more than I had before. I'm aware that the ask was for 3, but what can I say? I'm an overachiever even in the worst of times

Anyway, here's some no context Kazolai banter:

“No, no,” Kaz disagrees. “No, I’m making fun of your crush on me. Very different.” He’s fully grinning now.

Nikolai sighs just as Nina says, “I do,” into a microphone. Did he just miss Nina and Matthias’ entire wedding ceremony because he was talking to Kaz? God —

I look forward to seeing your WIP progress! 🥰~

The summary of which goes like this:

Kaz stares at himself in the mirror. It’s fine, he looks fine. He adjusts the frill of his collar again where it’s stiff with dried fake blood. He tucks the blunt straight razor Inej found for him two weeks ago into his belt before twisting his lips and leaving to meet Nikolai. Why is he doing this, why is he going to a party in a costume for Halloween? …Nikolai. The answer is always, eternally Nikolai.

Or,

A Halloween themed Kazolai fic for Halloween :)

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The summary of which goes like this:

He blinks on the ground past where his head throbs with a headache he doesn’t know the origin of. He’s struggling to sit up, struggling to recall the past however long he’s been laying here, struggling to know his own name, when his slightly blurry eyes land on a redheaded man with a colossally broken nose who stares at him. The other man looks very worried. About him? For him? Something he did? He doesn’t know. The redheaded man starts to step toward him for no apparent reason. He crawls backward painfully on sore hands, trying to remember anything. The redheaded man is still staring at him, that concern from earlier not having dissipated yet. “Hey, you back?” He doesn’t know what or where he’s supposed to be back from, so he doesn’t say anything. He just stares up at the stranger, trying to place anything about the situation. What is the situation, anyway —?

Or,

Kaz loses his memory. Nikolai and his other friends try to help him get it back.

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The summary of which goes like this:

Based on this tumblr post: I have decision paralysis because the angel and the devil on my shoulder are always fucking each other and they ignore me when I ask for help so I never know what to do

Or,

Kaz isn’t a very good shoulder devil in Nikolai’s opinion. Nikolai isn’t a very good shoulder angel in Kaz’s opinion. Inej’s opinion on the two of them working together is what’s actually important here.

The first part of which goes like this:

Nikolai pulls the blanket over his shoulders better.

Kaz makes a small, disgruntled sound when he does it, but otherwise stays quiet.

The moon shines in through the open curtains, bathing his boyfriend in white light.

His boyfriend’s externally shining face illuminates his light scowl.

Nikolai wants to turn that frown upside down, but before he can even suggest such a thing, Half Asleep Kaz starts talking.

“Don’t get me…don’t give me that,” he mumbles into the pillow, his face screwing up.

Nikolai grins. “Don’t give you what, exactly?” he prompts.

“Don’t give me peach. I don’t…peach jam is disgusting,” he informs Nikolai petulantly.

“All right. I won’t. You’re safe from peach jam,” Nikolai promises.

Half Asleep Kaz’s face softens again. “Good,” he says roughly, his mouth half pressed against the mattress so it’s muffled to Hell.

Then, it’s quiet again.

That might be it for tonight, Nikolai thinks disappointedly.

He’s about to turn over onto his back when Half Asleep Kaz strikes up more conversation.

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the first part of which goes like this:

Kaz and Nikolai walk down the street. They’re not touching right now, but Nikolai keeps turning his chest toward Kaz when he talks to him and right now, that’s close enough.

“So,” Nikolai says leadingly as they pass a store Kaz has passed many times and still has no idea what they even sell. Maybe it’s just a money laundering front. Who knows anymore. “Are you doing anything for the 4th of July?”

Kaz blinks over at him before returning his attention to where they’re approaching a curb and Kaz needs to make sure he’s not going to trip on it. “...why would I do something on that day?”

Nikolai smiles a little hesitantly. “For Independence Day?”

Kaz frowns, confused. “...that was back in May.” Why has Nikolai gotten the date so egregiously wrong? Surely there’s a good reason.

Nikolai looks confused now. “...what?”

Kaz stops after negotiating his stiff leg with the curb in question. “Wait, what are you talking about?” Maybe they’re on different pages, although how that’s possible, he doesn't know. You don’t just…misremember dates like this. Surely it's a date that’s been drilled into his head since he was—?

It’s as Nikolai is clarifying exactly what he’s talking about when Kaz realizes with a jolt that they are not, in fact, on the same page. They’re in completely different books. “The 4th of July, Independence Day. You know, fireworks?”

Kaz might be blushing a little but that is neither here nor there, and definitely not the point. “Oh. The American holiday.”

Nikolai still looks confused. “Yeah, it’s…yeah.”

Kaz sighs to himself. “I thought you were talking very strangely about Liberation Day,” he confesses. Kaz is the one who’s making shit up, actually. How could that date have slipped his mind? Jesper and Wylan celebrate it every year with the biggest fireworks Kaz has ever encountered that might not be strictly legal; that’s how big they are.

“Nope, I’m talking about a completely different thing,” Nikolai assures him.

“Well, then, I think the answer to your question is painfully obvious now,” Kaz says a little shortly.

Nikolai laughs as they make their way across the street to the ramped curb on the opposite side. “It is. Would you like to do something with me for the American holiday of Independence Day?”

Kaz considers it. “...what would it entail?” he finally asks.

Nikolai shrugs. “I have a boat I’d like to take you on to see the fireworks. It’s a very nice experience, in my opinion. One I maybe want to share with you.”

Kaz hesitates. For good reason, he thinks desperately. Kaz plus boats equals not a good time but…hey. This is Nikolai. It’s not like he’d let Kaz fall in the water…

…right?