#kenwatfies

[girlnadian]

[mellohiizz]

Shivering shaking crying trembling in anxiety

Drops a note begging for kenwatfies and runs

-🖕⏰🤨 (anon from kenifies page!! OMG I LOVE UR ART RUGGHHHH KENWATFIES)

hellooo ^_^ here's some wato getting kissed by her girlboyfriends because im still coping from the 100 days video... and wato deserves the love and affection after that ☹️

[kiquebi]

I present to you my very first fic ever!!! ~1.7k words brought to you by my Kww obsession…

Sorry in advance if I didn’t do their characters justice please don’t burn me at the stake. 🙏

Shipping ahead, proceed with caution now.

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Wifies knows he’s not in the factory anymore.

He’s very aware of that fact; he’s made aware of that fact every day he wakes up in a soft bed and hears Wato in the kitchen, a warm spot on his left and Ken curled up on his right. He’s grateful for them, they’re the reason he’s still here after all, but he can’t shake the feeling of wrongness every time he gets up and sees his own face.

Today, Wifies awakes to a sunbeam to his face and Ken’s ears tickling his nose. Like usual, Wato’s side of the bed is empty but the leftover heat tells him that they haven’t left for long. He moves to untangle himself from Ken, making sure to be extremely careful about his tail. Wifies had accidentally squished it while getting up once and Ken’s resulting yowl and scratches were something he’d rather not experience again. Ken whines at the loss of warmth, but he quiets down again once Wifies wedges his pillow between Ken’s arms with a fond smile.

He drags himself into the bathroom, taming his hair on the way, and stops in his tracks. In front of him stood the mirror, and Wifies felt himself standing up straighter. He had never seen a mirror until he left the factory, there was no need for them in the escape rooms after all, but despite having easy access to one now, he never fails to stop and stare, and now is no exception.

When he peers into the glass, all he sees is him. No, he sees them. In the mirror, he sees the face of his creator, the original Wifies, the real Wifies, the person who had mocked him to his face and told him his destiny was no more than to become mere parts. It’s the same face of those soulless clones he had seen trapped in a glass cage, aimlessly solving puzzle after puzzle and then ground up into scrap metal. It was through those clones that Wifies first became aware of what his face looked like, and it was moments later that he learned that the face he had was not his.

It makes him sick. There’s a knot in his stomach that gets tighter and tighter the more he looks at himself, the more he drinks himself in. Wifies takes a step towards the mirror.

He slowly brings his hands up to his face and traces his brows, bringing them lower as he trails his fingers around his eyes. They’re dark, not quite the color of the hungry void, but yearning for something nevertheless.

“Like crying obsidian” Wato had once said. “But we’ll make sure the tears won’t have good reason to come, yeah?”. Wifies doesn’t have it in his heart to tell Wato that he’s incapable of tears, though he treasures the sentiment with all he has.

He moves on lower, going down the slope of his nose, tracing back up his jaw, and he has to give credit where credit is due. The original Wifies was attractive, he had to give him that. There’s not a single flaw, no crookedness to his nose, no slanted jawline and Wifies drags his nails down his cheeks. His synthetic skin doesn’t welt and all Wifies feels is a dull ache. He hates it. Wifies knows this face of his would never change no matter how many times he does this but-

It feels wrong. This unblemished, symmetrical face of his feels wrong, wrong, wrong. It easily could have been one of those other Wifies Ken had saved. It easily could have been his creator who had won. Why was it him that lucked out? He’s not anything better than them, he had just been lucky. His survival was based solely on the RNG that Wato had so often complained about escape map designers relying so often on. After all, no matter who made it out of that factory, they’ll all look the very same in the end, would they not?

Wifies jolts. He slowly moves his hands away from his face and back to his sides. ‘No’, he decides, ‘none of that today’. Ken and Wato had spent so much time reassuring him of his newfound freedom and he would not throw away their combined efforts today. However, his eyes still advert themselves from the mirror and Wifies tries to bury the spark of disappointment he feels at that.

As he moves to tie his signature headband around his head though, he notices a pencil on the rack next to him. He recognizes it: it’s an eyeliner pencil, a brand that Ken swore by.

“Makes your liner sharp enough to cut a bitch” was what he said at the time.

Wifies’ eyes quickly dart around the bathroom as if he expects something to jump him, but after a moment, his hand reaches out. He picks up the pencil and with shaking hands, brings it right under his left eye. Wifies steels himself and looks into the mirror again, this time leaning in to leave a splotch of pigment at the corner of his eye, where a tear would appear if he had been capable of shedding one. A stain on the perfect canvas that was his face. He puts the pencil back down, takes a step back, and stares.

One tick. Two ticks.

Wifies doesn’t know how long he stood there staring at his reflection, but that knot in his stomach loosens just a little. In the mirror, he sees neither his creator nor the trapped clones. The person in front of him no longer had the same face he had seen hundreds of in his dreams. He looks like Wifies, Ken’s Wifies.

He hears a breathy laugh and seconds later, he realizes that it’s coming from him. It’s silly really. All he’s done is draw a dot on his face and suddenly the sinking feeling in his stomach is gone. It’s not logical in any way, but it’s still the reason for the stupid smile he sees in his reflection.

“Wifies? Are you alright in there? I’m coming in okay?” Ken’s voice drifts through the door.

He turns around and a moment later, Ken’s head peaks into the bathroom. “What are you up to today? You don’t usually-” his eyes scan Wifies’ face and zero in on the artificial mole he’s given himself.

“Oh”. Ken’s eyes soften in a way that never fails to make Wifies want to follow him anywhere, like the first time he led him off the winner’s podium, walking above the literal void. Ken walks up to him, flips him back around to face the mirror, and wraps his arms around Wifies. He rests his face on his shoulder, and oh, Wifies has never felt quite like this before.

“So, any plans for the day handsome?” Ken asks, tail wrapping around their legs.

“You think I’m handsome?” Wifies blurts.

“…..Wifies my hands are about to go under your shirt right now”. A tick. Wifies’ eyes move down the mirror to see that yes, Ken’s hands had indeed snaked down to the bottom of his shirt. His eyes dart back up and he’s met with his own bewildered face.

Another tick. “Yes, I think you look really good right now Wifies” Ken sighs, an exasperated look on his face. Ken’s hands move back up to Wifies midsection and he pulls Wifies closer. “It suits you” Ken murmurs.

They stay like that for a few moments and then Ken perks up, raising his head from Wifies’ shoulder. He turns his head to the door and Wifies follows suit. A second later, Wato’s figure emerges from behind the corner, and upon seeing them, their tail begins to idly wag behind them.

“I was wondering why no one was coming down for breakfast. Are we doing hugs in the bathroom now?” They ask head tilted to the side, and Wifies starts to make grabby hands at them, coaxing Wato closer.

They oblige, and Ken scoots over to let Wato in on the embrace. Wifies looks in the mirror again and he sees the three of them pressed close together, their limbs barely fitting into the frame. Ken on his right, Wato on his left, and himself in the middle. It’s a beautiful picture they paint, and Wifies decides that he likes seeing them together like this. Wato peers into the glass as well. They smile and there’s a tender mirth in their voice as they say “Heh, Wifies sandwich”.

There’s a fluttering feeling in his chest, but Wifies ignores it so that he can shove Wato’s face out of frame. He can hear Ken snickering at their antics, and Wifies ignores that too. He can feel his ears heating up.

“Wato, look at Wifies and agree with me that he’s handsome”.

Wato indulges him, and their eyes go half-lidded as they lean closer to the mole Wifies drew below his eye. “Hey handsome”, their hand gently intertwines with one of his, and- “did you know they say that moles are where your past lovers kissed you most?”. They press a kiss right on the mark, and Wifies is gone.

Ken barks a laugh, leisurely pressing a kiss onto the back of Wifies' neck. “Should we add one here too then?”, he questions as he continues to trail kisses up to his jaw. Wifies’ head feels muddled, as if Wato and Ken had stuffed his brain full of cotton from their words alone.

His knees feel weak, his eyes are glued to his reflection, and he tries moving his mouth but nothing comes out. The Wifies in the mirror looks like a goldfish. Wifies tears his eyes away and groans into his remaining hand, the one that Wato hadn’t taken hostage. His face feels hot, and he’s probably as red as an apple right about now.

Both Ken and Wato break into giggles and Ken takes Wifies’ hand off his face, entangling it in his. He has nowhere to run now, and both his hands are in the hands of two menaces who want him dead.

Thankfully, Wato seems to be in a merciful mood today. “Alright, alright, let’s get some food for you two, it’s already noon.” Ken decides that food was worth a pause in embarrassing Wifies, and begins to drag him out of the bathroom. They head towards the stairs, and both his hands are still being held. His hands are warm and his heart feels fuzzy, and yeah, Wifies thinks he can get used to this.

[saiintvalentiine]

i dont know if you do genderswaps but would you consider writing kenwatfies yuri version.. naybe the girls have a sleepover?

i want you to know i got SO into writing this, this was the first request i worked on and finished..... i have like a whole vision of the whole sleep over but for now, here's a drabble ! they are. all hybrids in this. even tho that wasnt part of the request. sorry abt that nonnie.

Word count: 806

Wifies parts Wato’s hair down the center, the strands long and thin and flowy. Her hair is the easiest to work with out of the three of them, so she sets to brushing and detangling each section quickly.

“—and they were so bad at it, you have no idea,” Wato is ranting, voice arching higher and higher. “They were coming up with solutions that were so stupid it was almost impressive.”

“Mm, I believe it,” Ken says, carefully dragging dark pink polish across Wato’s nails.

“I don't think I've ever seen Zam and Wemmbu act smart together,” Wifies adds.

“They were breaking shit I could not possibly fathom why they'd break!”

Ken snorts, saying, “I've got competition for number one escape room breaker.”

“It's not the same though,” Wifies butts in, starting to braid one side of Wato’s hair around her flickering green ears. “You know the rules, you know how a room works, and from there you break it. I'm not even sure they know how to read.”

“They don't!”

Wato jerks her head to the side and Wifies tutts at her, pausing to press a hand to her jaw and face her forward again.

“Don't move.”

“Sorry.”

Wato sounds like she's frowning, and Wifies can't help but press a kiss to the top of her head. She stains the spot with a bit of her dark lipstick.

“Shit.”

Ken pops up to look as Wifies tries to wipe the stain off.

“That's so cute,” she says. Her hair is frizzier than normal, which Wifies notes for later. “Wato, you have a Wifies kiss mark on your head now.”

“Bitches love me,” Wato says. Wifies gives her hair a hard tug. “Ow. Sorry. It's cute.”

“I'll wipe it off later with a makeup wipe,” Wifies says and returns to braiding.

“I thought that lipstick was supposed to be kiss proof,” Wato says. Ken fans at her nails.

“I thought so too, but I guess that was bullshit. It feels really nice on the lips though, really velvety.”

Ken pops up again, swooping forward and widening her eyes. She's wearing a bit of white eyeliner on her inner lash line to make them look even bigger, the scoundrel. Wato yelps, tail flailing and smacking Wifies's thigh.

“Let me try,” she says in her sweetest voice, tail curling behind her.

“I'm never gonna finish at this rate,” Wifies complains, but kisses Ken anyway, ignoring the way her own tail wags pleasantly. Ken comes away smug and smudged. “Get away you tomcat.”

“Your knee is on my thigh!” Wato yells.

Ken's lucky Wato's nails are wet and she can't grapple Ken to the ground. Ken sits back down on the floor with a darkened grin and starts to brush top coat onto Wato's nails. Wifies, thankfully, finishes the first braid with a snap of a scrunchie and gets to the next one.

“So, is it velvety?” Wato asks.

“It is, actually,” Ken caps the top coat and fans at Wato’s hands. “I wasn't really asking because I cared to feel it, but I'm impressed.”

“It's a good brand, but it's not kiss proof. I'll need to put setting powder on it or something.”

“Or just use an actual kiss proof one.”

“Well I already bought this one,” Wifies tugs Wato's hair again, softer this time.

“Why am I getting attacked here!”

“You did call us bitches,” Ken says as she stands up and stores the polish bottles away. Her legs are red and warm, irritated from sitting on the carpet for so long in her shorts. “I like being a bitch, but you know Wifies is sensitive to that kind of thing.”

“I'm not sensitive!”

Wifies finishes the second braid and stands up too. Her knees hurt, even though her sweatpants give her pretty good padding. Wato bounces up to her full height, turning around and awkwardly pressing her palms to Wifies's face. She's lucky Wifies has her hair tied up, or else it'd get onto her nails and ruin them regardless of how careful she's being.

“I'm sorry for calling you one of my bitches,” Wato says, laughter dancing in her eyes. “Will you forgive me?”

“No,” Wifies kisses her. “Now go dry in some corner while I do Ken's hair.”

Wato pouts, mouth now stained dark as well.

“Wifies,” she whines.

“At least doing your hair is easy,” Wifies sighs, kissing the corner of Wato's mouth again before slipping from her grasp and turning to Ken. “You, on the other hand. . .”

Ken grins. Her hair is frizzy and cut into a dozen layers, snipped by arrows and burnt by lava and caught in trap doors. Ken is fundamentally uncareful, and her hair pays the price.

Wifies has her work cut out for her. But for the sake of a good date night, she'll do it gladly.

[girlnadian]

i dont even like. in my head wato isnt even dating wifies or ken shes just also there. like ken and wato have been A Secret Third Thing together forever and then wifies and ken start dating but wato continues to be there. not like shes third wheeling shes also in the relationship but shes not dating either of them. but she lives with them and they all make out and shes just as important to them. are you getting it

[girlnadian]

could i perchance have a uu kenwatfies drabble …hurt comfort maybe but idm i just miss them 😞

Notes. i Hate the farmers compound i hate the idea of death following ken every where she cant have anything. can you imagine? can you imagine masses of people just dying anywhere you go no matter what you do. blows up uu with my mind. anyway heres ken telling wifies about how all their citizens died. divider

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Ken's hands are shaking by the time she finishes the story. Wato has long since gone quiet. Wifies stares, and stares, and realizes for the first time how much worse Ken looks now.

Ken has always been like that—haunted, maybe—but Wifies thinks when they first met, Ken could still hide it. He looks awful now, there are circles under his eyes and his fur looks thin, like he hasn't been able to take care of it. Wifies glances Wato's way, and she averts her eyes, but Wifies can see the tangles in her hair. It's longer than he's ever seen on her.

He could have lost them.

The realization hits him like a physical blow to the stomach, hard enough to make him feel sick. He could have lost them. Ken and Wato were here, millions of blocks out, and they could have died. Would Wifies have even known?

Even in his worst moments, Wifies has never been able to imagine a life without Ken and Wato in it. They've both always just… been there, for as long as he can remember and even before that. Not even his nightmares could conjure up a world where he didn't have them, it felt like trying to imagine a new color. And Wifies had gotten so, so close to living in that impossible world, and he hadn't even known. What the hell has he been doing?

Ken mutters something. Wato stands from her seat to round on him, placing a hand on his shoulder to guide Ken closer to her. Ken follows with no fight. Wifies feels horribly, horribly hollow.

"I'm sorry," he says, finally. He doesn't know what for; maybe everything. He's sorry they went through that. He's sorry they went through that and he wasn't there.

"It's alright," Wato says. One of her hands rubs over Ken's back, up to his shoulder and then his neck before repeating the process. The movement is even and rhythmic; Wifies gets the feeling this is a position they've taken a lot. "We're glad you're here now. Yeah?"

Ken hums from where he's half-tilted into Wato's chest. Wifies swallows, and then he shifts closer, too. One of Ken's arms folds around his waist easily—Wifies wraps himself around the two of them, and neither of them complain when he holds tight. Wato's free hand comes up to pet his ears.

Wifies has never been allowed to cry. At least, not in a way that matters. His heart does not beat hard and his hands only shake as much as would look good on camera. Crying is ugly, so Wifies doesn't cry, but he buries his nose in Ken's soft hair and his throat still burns.

"Yeah," Wifies croaks. "I'm glad to be here."

[pineconnie]

i’ve been scrolling for like 10 minutes trying to find this one post that’s like. so so kenwatfies it’s killing me WHERE IS IT