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Part 4 of kingfisher’s biscuitbites (nuzi) week: 2025
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An Engine’s Roar

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day 4: favorite moment/comfort

Uzi learns about something that she didn’t know she could do

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Warmth, quiet, and comfort—but also faced with a huge padded palm splayed over her face.

Attempting to be careful enough so as not to disturb her partner, Uzi inched out from under N’s hand, which was practically pawing her face, and blinked sleep from her eyes as she started to wake up.

While Uzi was sure she’d been still-ish this time, N was one heck of a light sleeper, and began to stir next to her.

N let out a tired groan, though it came out as more of a quiet growl. The first time she’d heard it, Uzi was both bemused and slightly terrified, until she’d realized that it was just a sound that the disassemblers made. Always proving her big beast theory—sometimes they were cats, sometimes they were dogs (and, by now, she knew more about the latter).

“Mornin’, Uz’,” N yawned, tilting his head back and revealing his impressive set of razor sharp teeth. Uzi grinded her own behind her lips, juuuust checking if they were still awesome and pointy—which, luckily, they were.

“Hey, sleepyhead.” Uzi sat up in their bed, stretching her arms ahead of her and hissing under her breath—not out of upset, but it was just one of her peculiar expression’s relief—as her servos creaked.

N let out a soft chuckle as he fondly looked on to his girlfriend, before he, too, stretched his limbs out and recalibrated himself. He paused for a moment, checking his settings and opening up a tab of the current weather.

“Gahhh, the storm’s still on,” he detailed, brows furrowing as he read the small ‘ongoing: 72 hours’ message it was labeled with.

“Oh no, guess we’ll have to stay in again: together. The horror!” Uzi mock-complained, leaning forward and comically collapsing against him. N took the opportunity to hold her closer to himself, and he once again found himself laughing at her antics.

Uzi seldom acted this silly for anybody. N was very, very lucky to have that privilege.

“Not a problem at all, I was just hoping we could maybe spend today outside. It has been blustery for a while, now,” N replied, placing his chin atop her head and humming in thought.

“Yeaaaah—we have had our fill of home, but we can’t change the weather, anyway. Maybe it’ll let up soon,” Uzi proposed, though they both weren’t sure when it’d end. “Either way, I do not want to get up right now.”

N more than agreed. “Yeah, me neither.” His tail wound its way around her, vial pointed in the opposite direction of Uzi’s body.

Uzi slumped forward, eager to slip back into the comfort she’d found herself in. She wasn’t going back to sleep, and was pretty sure N wasn’t either, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to just sit there and cuddle him. She thought it was pretty impressive she’d tamed a beast, but then again, it might be the other way around. He wasn’t much of a snarler—that was her thing.

Soon, N’s hands had moved up to Uzi’s hair and placed her beanie on the sheets beside them. His fingers twirled through her purple locks, and he seemed enamored with the soft strands. Every so often, he’d stop and lightly scratch her head. Uzi seemed to slightly melt, and she pressed her head up into his hand.

After a little while, Uzi gently tore away and looked up at N, before she cupped his head in her hands and moved her digits against his scalp, slightly mimicking his movements though also deviating from them in her own way. She affectionately ruffled his hair, earning a small smile from the disassembly drone, and then carefully set it back into place before she’d settled into simply carding through it.

She’d always thought it was such an interesting color—that silverish ivory, always glinting so angellically under any type of light. He was so powerful and majestic looking, and she’d be lying if she said that fact didn’t have her folding.

Enjoying her gesture, N’s face crumpled into a wide, giddy smile.

Uzi’s core skipped a beat, and she wanted to roll her eyes or maybe even combust. Stupid pretty boy and his stupid pretty face.

Soon after, however, something else equally endearing caught her attention.

Against her own plating, beneath the loose t-shirt he sported, Uzi felt a molten rumbling from N’s chest—quiet at first before exploding in a roaring cacophony. By itself, it wasn’t extremely loud, but there wasn’t much of any other noise for her to hear. N seemed to notice he’d begun to purr, and the trilling from his core only increased once he could ramp it up intentionally.

“Oh my god, I forgot you could do that,” Uzi spoke, half in disbelief, and she couldn’t stop herself as she gave his hair another quick tousle.

“Sometimes I do too,” N responded, voice happy and highlighted with a noticeable rumble.

Uzi moved herself closer to him, feeling the sound reverberate in her own chest, though of course not at the level it was at in N himself.

Another thing she wished she could do that workers simply couldn’t. While it was out of her control, that didn’t mean she would’ve minded such an ability.

..Though … with the Solver.

She’d never tried, had she?

Her focus on N slipping just a little bit, Uzi squinted slightly as she activated different mechanisms within her core. Maybe if she just—suddenly, N wrapped his arms around her to pull her closer, and some internal toggle immediately switched on. Surprising both of them, a trill began to start up in Uzi’s core and bubble up through her throat—the worker herself feeling her core move in some way akin to rattle, or vibration.

While Uzi was excited, N seemed even more so, pressing their bodies together even further in the hug so as to make sure that they could both feel both of their purrs against one another.

“You’re doing the thing!” he shout-whispered, tail thumping on the bed.

“YEAH!” Uzi replied, perhaps overzealous, but she was excited. “Hehehe-heck yeah. I get to do cool disassembler shit, too.”

“Soon, my wonderful darling, you’ll have stripes painted on your legs,” N jested, lightheartedly goading her.

“Maybe I will,” Uzi replied, tone impish.

Their soft banter died out past that, but the constant whirring in each of their chests did anything but cease. Uzi hoped that she’d be able to hear that sound often.

Notes:

short and sweet was the goal of this one—LMAO only since I was tight on time—but I hope it was cute anyway :]