#kenwatfies

[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 ☹️

[girlnadian]

[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]

the tip of my tongue is sweet (whenever I say your name)

Summary: They've been planning a sleepover date for a while, and Wifies isn't going to let a little crisis of self ruin that. She's going to make it work!

or: kenwatfies yuri that got out of hand

Notes: crossposting from ao3. a continuation of this request from december. lets not talk abt the tonal whiplash between this and three dog night. i was in a romantic mood. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯. title from Girl's Talk by Chuu and Yves. divider

Word count: 3,612

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 tuts 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.

“Sit on the end of the bed,” Wifies says. “I'm not getting back on my knees.”

Ken wiggles her eyebrows at Wifies, and Wifies rolls her eyes, grabbing a hair brush and brandishing it threateningly.

“Sit on the end of the bed.”

“Yes ma'am!”

Ken bounds over to the bed, neat sheets suffering under he scrambling as she sits on the end, back facing out. Wifies's room isn't the best place for a sleepover, mostly bare and boring, but they had already planned to come here for the night and Wifies just. . . forgot to get any new furniture. She doesn't have a vanity or anywhere comfortable to sit in her room, and the single mirror in the whole house is secluded to the bathroom. She hasn’t been in the right mind lately, but she’s determined to make their night a good one regardless.

“I’m gonna make some coffee,” Wato says, nudging Wifies's chin until they're looking at each other. “Want anything?”

“No, I'm good.”

Wato kisses her nose, their tails bumping together for a moment.

“How about you Ken?”

“Oh, coffee sounds good right now.”

Wato wanders over and kisses Ken too. Wifies pops into the bathroom, digging around her drawers until she finds an anti-frizz oil that should work with Ken's hair. When she returns to the bedroom, Wato is gone and Ken is scrolling on her phone, still obediently sitting on the end of the bed. Wifies swaps the hair brush for a comb and a fistfull of scrunchies, all of which she drops next to Ken on the bed.

“Your hair is a mess,” Wifies says curtly, digging her fingers under Ken's hair and into her scalp. Ken leans forward and purrs at the sensation, tail curling loosely with Wifies's leg. “You haven't been taking care of it have you?”

Wifies parts Ken's hair into three sections, making sure to dig her nails in around her flickering orange-green ears as she goes. Ken purrs and purrs, and Wifies snorts. Taking the oil, Wifies pumps a bit into her hand and passes the bottle to Ken.

“Hold this please.”

“Mm, yeah.”

She starts on one side, going from tip to root to try and tame the mess on Ken's head. It’s familiar work. Wifies likes doing both Ken and Wato’s hair as often as they’ll let her, and even when she’s frustrated at Ken’s carelessness, she’s never too annoyed to take care of her.

“I've been busy,” Ken says, tossing her phone to the middle of the bed and nestling the bottle into the nook of her crossed legs. “I've been trying to coordinate a whole slew of escape room videos at once because Seawatt and Sven are going on vacation soon. Not together mind you!”

Done with the first section, Wifies sticks her cupped hand over Ken's shoulder, saying, “Add oil.”

“They’re just randomly leaving at the same time,” Ken continues as she pumps oil into Wifies's hand. “And I want them to run these rooms! So I've been building and testing and tweaking, and then on top of that chasing after them like a headless chicken.”

“Are you guys talking about Ken's disaster project?” Wato asks as she comes through the door, two steaming mugs in hand. 

“Mhm.”

Wifies holds her hand out again, and again Ken pumps oil into it. The final section is the easiest, since the end is in sight. Wato sits across from Ken and hands her a mug.

“Can I drink?” Ken asks.

Wifies drags a hand from the front of her hairline back until her head is tilted all the way back and they're eye to eye.

“Yes.”

Wifies kisses her forehead, a new lipstick mark for Ken's collection, and then lets her go. There's no point in washing the oil on her hands since she's going to comb and braid Ken's hair anyway, so she waits for Ken to drink from her mug until she's satisfied. Wifies idly touches the varying tips of Ken's hair.

“What should I do with you, hm?” Wifies murmurs. “It's not gonna braid well, but that's best for sleep.”

“Braid it anyway,” Wato insists. “She's gonna sleep in it and make it messy no matter what you do, horrible sleeper that she is.”

“I'm not,” Ken whines.

“I think you kicked me in the hip last night.”

“I did not!”

Wifies parts Ken's hair into two and combs through one half slowly. She got most of the knots out while oiling it, but it doesn't hurt to make sure. Ken and Wato keep bickering, and Wifies falls into the flow of braiding all over again. The choppiness of some of Ken's hair means some parts of the braid are saggier than others, but the first braid finishes up well enough, and Wifies snaps a scrunchie around the end of it.

“Your hair's getting long,” Wifies murmurs as she moves on to the next braid. “You thinking of cutting it again?”

“Nope. You and Wato both have long hair and I wanna try it out.”

“Aww, you wanna look like us? How cute,” Wato puts her mug on the floor and crawls over to kiss Ken. “The cat wants to be a big dog now.”

“Shut up,” Ken says, cupping Wato's cheek.

“Don't move your head,” Wifies scolds. “You two are my worst clients.”

“Sorry,” Ken says, not sounding sorry at all.

Wifies shakes her head, claw clip slipping down a bit. A white strand settles over her forehead, and she blows at it uselessly.

“Here,” Wato shuffles around Ken and stumbles off the bed, getting behind Wifies. “I'll fix it, hold on.”

Wato unpins the clip and combs Wifies hair back with her fingers, hands gentle and palms warm. Wifies pauses her braiding to close her eyes and bask in the sensation. This is why she always insists on doing their hair. If it feels even a fraction as good for them as it does for her, she's happy to do it. She knows that really, she's just touch starved. Even with two girlfriends, soft touch still sends her spiraling, so unused to it and so unexpecting of it.

Wato closes the clip on the neat twist of hair she's collected, pressing a lingering kiss to the base of Wifies's neck.

“Where did you get this shirt?” Wato asks, mouth still pressed to Wifies's skin and arms coming around to hold her middle. “It looks new.”

“It is,” Wifies takes a deep breath and continues braiding. Ken loves to tease her about her reactions, but Wato is always easier about it, always trying to lull Wifies into it. “I had some extra fabric from a project so I sewed this up.”

It's short sleeved and low necked and a bit cropped, a stark contrast to her usual covered up outfits. Wato's pinky brushes against the sliver of skin between the bottom of the shirt and the top of her sweatpants. Wifies shivers and tries to not tense up. Wato doesn't move, just adjusts her chin so it's hooked over Wifies's shoulder.

“It came out nice!” Ken chimes in, trying to drink more of her coffee without moving her head.

“Thanks. I'll make you guys some next time.”

There's a selfish reason for doing their hair, too, and it's that as long as Wifies has something to focus on, she doesn't think about the spider webbing of scars on her arms that she can now see. As soon as she's snapped that final scrunchie though, they reveal themselves to her, exposed and paler than the moon.

“Let me wash all this oil off of my hands,” she mutters, slipping out of Wato's hold. “And then I'll fix my hair up.”

“Alright,” Wato says. “We'll be waiting.”

She's got oil up the wrists and down her forearms somehow, and she's very grateful for the short sleeves now. Even if she has to brush her finger across each puckered line and silvery divot, at least she's not going to have to wash it out of her favorite sweater.

“Wifies!” Ken sticks her head through the bathroom doorway as Wifies is wiping her hands dry. “What color do you wanna do your nails?”

“Maybe a nice brown,” she muses, eyeing her nails critically. “Something warm.”

Ken takes her hands and turns them side to side, eyes darting around, planning.

“How about something elegant?” Ken suggests. “A nice cream base and a brown french tip.”

“That would be very elegant.”

“You have elegant hands.”

Wifies wouldn’t really call her hands elegant. Her fingers are long but they’re a bit crooked, and her palm is rough and rife with welts from constant sword fighting. But Ken brings one of Wifies’s hands up, and without thinking Wifies cups her face and rubs her thumb across the apple of her cheek. Ken purrs, satisfied with her work.

“It’ll be pretty,” Ken insists, turning to kiss Wifies’s palm. “You’ll like it.”

“I always like what you do to me,” Wifies says, squeezing Ken’s face. Ken yelps and sputters, wriggling out of Wifies’s loose grip. “Now come here, let me wipe all that lipstick off of you.”

She finds some makeup wipes in her cabinet and gently wipes at Ken’s forehead and mouth. Ken is surprisingly obedient the whole time, even letting Wifies put some plain chapstick on her lips.

“You need to drink more water,” Wifies murmurs, resisting the urge to kiss Ken’s nose. No use in smearing more lipstick on her.

“Can I take your makeup off?” Ken asks, batting her eyelashes coyly.

“No.”

Ken pouts.

“Please?”

“Nope.”

“You can’t sleep with your makeup on!”

“I’m not gonna sleep, Ken, don’t be dumb.”

“Yes you are.”

“No I’m not.”

“What are you two arguing about?” Wato asks from the bedroom.

“Wifies says she's not sleeping!”

Ken drags Wifies out by the wrist. Wato's holding a different mug than the ones from before as she eyes Wifies critically. She sighs, shoulders dropping at whatever she finds.

“She won't,” Wato confirms.

“Don't side with her!”

Wifies still has the makeup wipe in hand, so she waves Wato over and awkwardly wipes away the lipstick from her face. Wato even ducks her head so Wifies can clean up the mark on her hair.

“I'm not siding with her, it's just a fact. Look at how tense she still is.”

Ken hisses something like don't say that!, and Wifies deflates. She thought she was doing a good job of being normal.

“Sorry sweetheart,” Wato says, handing over the mug and taking the makeup wipe from her hand. “You're really no good at hiding it. I made you chamomile though.”

Wifies takes the mug and breathes in the scent of chamomile tea and honey.

“There's nothing for it,” she says. “I don't even know why I tried hiding it. Sorry.”

Ken and Wato glance at each other, and Wifies ignores them for a moment to enjoy her tea. It's simple and delicious and it settles her as it goes down.

“Were you distracting me so Wato could make me tea?” Wifies asks. “Is that why you were behaving so well in the bathroom?”

“Yes,” Ken says shamelessly, tail flicking. “But I'm still doing your nails how we agreed. That wasn't a distraction.”

“Of course. Let me do my hair first.”

“Noooo, Wato, do her hair.”

“Duh. Obviously.”

“It's thick,” Wifies warns. “Plus I can do it blind and fast. It won't take long.”

“It's not about taking long.”

Wifies knows she's outnumbered, so she just sighs and nods. Ken and Wato cheer, herding her back onto the floor where she sits down with her tea held in both hands. The nail polish bin is dragged over for Ken to dig through, and Wato finds the hair brush.

“I'll be nice,” Wato says, settling behind Wifies and unclipping her hair.

“I know you will.”

Wato runs her fingers through the dense, black and white mess of Wifies's hair. Wifies can't control the way her tail wags, thumping dully on the carpet. Ken picks out her colors and Wifies holds a hand out.

Like this, being doted on from either end, Wifies feels a little bad. She knew they were coming over, and she knew she was feeling upset. She was trying to salvage the night but they noticed anyway.

“Hey.”

Wifies blinks. Ken is right in her face, taking her mug and putting it onto the floor. Wato is silent behind her, warm and still gently carding through her hair.

“What are you thinking about?” Ken asks.

“I didn’t want to worry you guys, and I did anyway.”

“Don’t think like that,” Ken scolds. “You don’t make us worry. Caring means we’re gonna worry regardless.”

“I know,” Wifies tries to smile. “I just forget sometimes. Sorry.”

Ken crawls into Wifies’s lap and sits down. Wifies wraps her arms around her, and Ken pushes her back into Wato’s chest. For a second she feels cornered, heart slowing on instinct, but Wato digs her thumbs into the base of her skull and Wifies remembers that she’s between two people who love her, as unbelievable as that sometimes is.

“What’s on your mind?” Ken asks again, staring Wifies down. “I was hoping all the distractions would help you loosen up, but nothing is working. What is it?”

Wifies struggles with her words, picking at the waistband of Ken’s shorts. It's not that she doesn't know, more that she's not sure if there's a good way of saying it.

“I don't feel like. . . myself,” she finally gets out. “I don't know why. Just that I'm not myself.”

A network of scars, a borrowed face, a hundred small things finally breaking through her defenses.

“Last week, Parrot asked me if I remembered the— this video, I don't really know because it never came out, but this video we made, and I lied through my teeth that I did, and I don't know—” she closes her eyes. “—when will this end? When will I be complete?”

Wato's hands travel beneath her jaw, pulling until Wifies opens her eyes to look up at her. Green to violet, like a thousand times before, but it always takes her breath away. Wato wears all her gentility in her eyes, all of her adoration and affection like honey from a hive, and Wifies feels her own eyes water, and she hates it, hates to cry in the face of Wato's care.

“You're you all the time,” Wato says simply. “You're always a hundred percent you. Even those gaps in your memory are you.”

“I know, I'm sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” Ken says. Wato loosens her hold and nudges Wifies so that she's looking at Ken now. “You're allowed to feel whatever you want. We just want you to share it with us.”

Wifies nestles closer to Wato’s steady warmth.

“Can you,” she blinks away the sting in her eyes. “Can you take my makeup off?”

“Of course, obviously,” Ken says.

She kisses Wifies's forehead, then pauses and kisses her on the lips before rolling off her lap and scampering to the bathroom.

“It's gonna be a good night Wifies,” Wato says, nuzzling between her ears. “Let us make it a good night.”

“Okay,” Wifies says weakly. “I wanted to make it a good night too.”

“I know you did, sweetheart. You tried hard. And it’s still a good night. You didn’t ruin it.”

Wifies sniffles. She feels shallow, driven to tears by the same problem she faces every day without respite. She wants to be more used to it, but it’s no use; if she’s going to have every emotion coddled like this, she’ll never get used to any of it.

“C’mon,” Ken sits back down on Wifies’s lap with a pack of makeup wipes in hand. “Close your eyes.”

Wifies does as she’s told. Ken begins to wipe off the layers of makeup Wifies has on, Wato’s hands never far behind. And here, between them both, the final protective layer that Wifies dressed herself up in is peeled away, and she shudders at the feeling of being laid bare, of having nothing.

“There we go,” Ken says. “There’s my Wifies, all cleaned up and relaxed.”

She doesn't have nothing.

She has Wato, reliable and gentle and stuck to her back. She has Ken, thoughtful and determined and sat in her lap. And between them, even if she doesn't feel like herself, she can find herself being the person that they love anyway.

“It's still a good night,” Wifies says.

“It's always a good night when it's us,” Ken says.

“Nothing better,” Wato still has her nose pressed into Wifies's hair. Her breathing feels good, rhythmic, real. “Can I do your hair?”

“Yeah. Anything you want.”

It's still a good night. And Wifies is loved even if she isn't sure what Wifies means right now.

[saiintvalentiine]

MATCHITA AUAUSUAGHGHHAHAHHA THEYRE SOF CUTE IM GONNA CRY I LVOE THEM THANK YOU !!!!!

KWW Collab sleepover but it's Yuri thanks to @saiintvalentiine 's fic "the tip of my tongue is sweet (whenever i say your name)" hehehehe as always im sorry I have no clue about the outfits I just did what my heart told me.

KWW girls designs + bonus foxfies

Okay here's some design notes, I tried to take into consideration the descriptions I remembered from Santi's fic :

I kept wifies really similar to my normal design, but I gave him braids because it's mentioned that he braids his own hair a lot , and I thought it was cute, in the first drawing I also gave him some small sort of void scars!!

I wanted wato to look very fancy, I know having heels and a skirt it's very unpractical for making escape rooms but I think it's like part of the charm , being able to make rooms in the most impractical outfit

And I had never drawn a design for ken so I just took this chance for it, I wanted the hair to look messy, but aside from that I just did whatever, and for sleepwear I choose to give them a beautiful shirt that says " I escaped the room and all I got was this shirt"

Ok this was a lot of text, here's a foxfies I did as a warmup byeee

[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]

kenwatfies getting drunk drabble based on this post i made. wifies deserves to watch his girlfriends kiss passionately, its good for the soul

460 words // divider

Drinking is, obviously, Ken's idea. Wato agrees because they just got off a big project and want to celebrate—Wifies agrees, allegedly, because he's never gotten drunk before and is curious, but actually because he wants to see what it does to his partners.

That's not to say he doesn't drink, though. Wifies is honorable. Wato makes some kind of cocktail that Wifies fails to process the name of in time. Halfway through the first glass, Ken abandons their drink to climb into Wifies' lap and press their lips together, and then promptly abandons him to coil around Wato instead.

Wifies doesn't mind. It's nice to watch them: Ken straddles Wato's hips, claws skimming along Wato's cheeks as they cup her jaw, and Wato's hands fit around Ken's waist in kind. Wifies leans into the palm of his hand and lets his eyes lid. He can't say he's feeling it in the same way the two of them seem to be, but there's a pleasant warmth under his skin and buzzing in his mind, overlaid by the steady rhythm of a music disc. It's nice. Everything feels nice. Cozy, maybe.

Wato's smile is overwhelmed but giddy—it does something funny to Wifies' heart. Ken misses Wato's lips a lot but makes up for it by heaping kisses onto her cheeks, over her eyes and nose and up to her temples. Ken figures out the angle eventually, though, and half-pins Wato against the couch in the process. Wifies considers being jealous, but he's not. Wato's tail wags nonstop against the cushions and Ken is purring loud enough to drown out the music, even though Wifies is right next to the jukebox. He likes that they're enjoying themselves; he likes them. Even if it feels a little like they forgot about him.

As if sensing that thought, Ken suddenly twists towards him. They press their back to Wato's chest—Wato's arms fold easily over their stomach with no lag or hesitation.

"Wifies," Ken starts, then stops, breaking out into giggles as Wato starts to press kisses up the side of their neck. "Wifies, come here. You can't just watch. Pervert."

"You're the ones that started making out in front of me," Wifies says mildly. "You're the perverts."

"Whatever," says Ken. Wato has honed in on that spot just under Ken's jaw that makes them kick their feet. "Get over here."

Ken grabs him by the wrist as soon as he's within range, and Wifies gracelessly topples into the pile. He ends up pressed between them in the process of repositioning, Ken's sharp teeth nipping at his shoulder while Wato's lacquered nails push up his shirt, so close and so, so warm. Maybe his head is fuzzier than he realized, but—whatever, Wifies agrees. Whatever is fine.

[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

[saiintvalentiine]

the tip of my tongue is sweet (whenever i say your name)

They've been planning a sleepover date for a while, and Wifies isn't going to let a little crisis of self ruin that. She's going to make it work! or: kenwatfies yuri that got out of hand

hello. first fic of the year is kenwatfies yuri. also idk why the usual link insert isnt working for me rn but the link is in the title. ok. enjoy.

[girlnadian]

nsfw

see the problem i keep running into is that i know ken is a masochist. in my heart of hearts i know this. he would love to be able to quiet his brain for a bit (with people he trusts) especially if its via getting roughed up and so overstimulated he cant think. i KNOW this. and you might think, "oh, ken is dating two canine hybrids. hes winning" but no. because. you see. his two canine boyfriends are: dork ass losers

[girlnadian]

nsfw

i think wato and wifies should both knot ken and i think they should do this at the same time. i dont care what needs to happen to kensbody for this to take place

[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."

[girlnadian]

isit safe at this point to admit im the one who sent in the. kenwatfies yuri request to saiint . help

[girlnadian]

does anyone have. kenifies/kenwatfies fluff ideas 😔 id like to write something sweet…

[matcha-gg]

matcha I luv ur yuriful kenwatfies so much 🥹🥹🥹 would it be alright for me to link ur art in the end note of the fic ???

OFC!!!!! I loved the fic so much I had to draw them, it got me out of artblock 🙏🙏🙏

[saiintvalentiine]

other than the fact that my internet has pretty crap tonight, it's been good! currently watching a clips compilation from a cute anime i watched while i'm also eating a chicken and cheese wrap and i also completed a small lego set! kind of it's like lego but it's wasn't the lego brand y'know

congrats on the fic btw! hope it was fun to write ^_^

ouuuuu what anime?

building (not) legos is so much fun i never buy them but those little flowerpot style ones??? they look sooooo cute

it was very fun to write it was cute it was kenwatfies it was yuri what else could I want from life