#kisun

( 𝓙 𝓙𝓚 𝓗𝓢 )🐬

- Wonder what they do after their gym session

( 𝓢𝓗 𝓙𝓚 𝓗𝓢 )🐡

- Hangout in Hee’s room

( 𝓙𝓚 ꔛ 𝓙 )💦

- That fake toy and him stretch his friend real good

( 𝓢𝓗 ꔛ 𝓙𝓚 )🐠

- Hoon been working out lately his testosterone need to be release

( 𝓢𝓗 𝓙𝓚 ꔛ 𝓗𝓢 𝓙𝓦 )🦀

- Drunk in Hype private room

( 𝓙𝓦 ꔛ 𝓙 )🪼

- Jay tried to ride on Wonnie

( 𝓢𝓗 ꔛ 𝓝𝓚 )🐙

- His toy

( 𝓝𝓚 𝓢𝓝 𝓙𝓦 )🪸

- Maknaeline playtime

( 𝓝𝓚 ꔛ 𝓢𝓝 )🐳

- After all that teasing Ki finally treat him right

( 𝓙 ꔛ 𝓙𝓚 )🫧

- If Jake take that offer when Jay got scared of i-land ghost

( 𝓢𝓗 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓸 )🦭

- Like the caption said

( 𝓙 𝓼𝓸𝓵𝓸 )🪷

- Gorgeous

Social Class: Low Class

Character Alignment: Chaotic Evil

Sexual Orientation: Heterosexual

Current Residence: A/N, Nomadic

Hometown: Gerudo Town

Hobbies: Playing the pan flute

Weapon(s): Twin Cutlass Swords

Powers & Abilities: Afya is a powerful spell-caster. Afya is naturally talented at fire magic, allowing her to create devastating long-distance attacks. Afya can also manifest a similar electric projectile. In terms of close combat, Afya is fast on her feet and can perform a spinning jump slash and block with her cutlass, typical Garudo fighting strategies.

Weakness: Afya shares quite a few of her father’s weaknesses. Light Arrows are extremely attractive on her. Afya has low stamina so, direct attacks are deadly to her, she can unload a lot of damage and can’t take it.

Fighting Stats: (10: Godlike, 8-9: Excellent, 6-7: Good, 4-5: Mediocre, 1-3: Terrible)

Power:8/10

Speed:7/10

Endurance:5/10

Technique:7/10

Cooperativeness:2/10

Rival: Elise

Enemies: Link, Zelda, Sakura, Orca, Robin, and Mark

Pet: Niran (Pet Horse)

Allies: Shadow Link and Elise

Family: Ganondorf, (Father) Kisun, (Deceased-Mother-HC NPC) Twinrova, (Grandmas), and Mark (Little Brother)

Personality: Afya is a very strong-willed and determent young woman. Once Afya has made up her mind there is very little someone can do to change it, making her infuriatingly stubborn. Afya is short-tempered, highly aggressive, and prone to violent outbursts. When sad tends to mask it with her anger, making her unpleasant to be around. Afya shows little empathy for others, the only people she empathizes with are her family. Afya is very family-oriented, in particular, she’s a daddy’s girl. She dreams of reuniting with what’s left of her family.

Likes: Jewelry, gold, and silk cloths

Dislikes: Authority figures, failure, and cold weather

Backstory: Unlike her little brother Afya has very clear and vivid memories of her birth parents. After Ganondorf’s plan was foiled by link and Naboora overthrow him as chief of the Gerudo a Gerudo woman named Kisun (who was a sympathizer of Ganondorf) sheltered him. Ganondorf’s new plan was to father a small army of children that he could brainwash from birth into being his loyal soldiers to help him take over Hyrule. With the help of Kisun Ganondorf’s first child, Afya was born. As Ganondorf held the newborn in his arms he felt something in his chest that he had never felt before, he felt genuine love for his daughter. Ganondorf spent as much time as he could with Afya, playing with her and teaching her magic. He would often tell her how one day they would take over Hyrule together.

Ganondorf loved being a father so much he know he wanted another child. However, not too long after the birth of his son word got out to the Hyrule authorities of Ganondorf’s residence. Ganondorf’s family fled their home after the Hyrule guards showed up in town. As Ganondorf plotted on where to go now that he couldn't return to Gerudo Town, Kisun and Ganondorf agreed it would be safer for the children if they lives serpent from them. Ganondorf wanted to take them to live with his mothers but, Kisun thought it would be safer if they lived in a place completely unrelated to them. The two of them couldn’t agree on what to do so, they each just grabbed a child a ran. Ganondorf took Afya to live with Twinrova. At first, Afya was in denial, thinking her father was going to come back for her, Afya was heartbroken when she realized that was never going to happen. Afya lived with her grandmas for fifteen years, counting her magical training. Afya’s pet horse, Niran was a gift to her by Twinrova, growing up Niran where her only friend.

Once Afya reached adulthood she left her two grandparents home to reunite with the rest of her family. When she returned to Gerudo Town she was horrified to see her mother on her death bed. After seeing her daughter one last time Kisun died of an unknown sickness. Afya used her mother's death as a motivator to reunite with her father and little brother. Afya decided to steal the Spiritual Stones and the Ocarina of Time in order the enter the Sacred Realm to use its power to get revenge on the royal family, take over the land, and reunite with her father and brother.

Extra Trivia:

.All of Afya's clothes are flame retardant.

Sunoo and Ni-ki were curled up on the dorm couch, the room dimly lit by the flickering light of a horror movie playing on the TV. Sunoo had prepared some DIY snacks for them to enjoy while watching, carefully arranging them in a small bowl between them.

But somewhere between the jump scares and suspenseful silence, Ni-ki had mindlessly eaten every last bite.

It wasn’t until the screen flashed again that he noticed something felt off—Sunoo had gone unusually quiet.

Turning his head, Ni-ki asked, “What’s wrong?”

Instead of an answer, he was met with the sight of Sunoo’s lips pushed into a pout, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on the screen in a way that made it clear he was not enjoying himself.

“Oh… sorry. I ate all the snacks, didn’t I?” Ni-ki said, realization dawning too late.

“Whatever,” Sunoo mumbled, standing up abruptly. “This movie’s boring anyway. I’m going to my room.”

“Hyung, wait—” Ni-ki reached out, but Sunoo had already turned and was walking away. Ni-ki quickly got up to catch up to him, grabbing Sunoo’s wrist before he could disappear behind his door.

“Are you really bored… or are you just upset I ate all your snacks?” he asked, looking into Sunoo’s eyes.

Sunoo rolled his eyes. “Dumbass,” he muttered under his breath, tugging his wrist free as he walked into his room.

Ni-ki followed him in without hesitation. “You’re really upset just because I ate your snacks? Seriously, hyung?”

Sunoo plopped down on his bed, crossing his legs with a huff. “Yeah. Why not?”

Ni-ki moved to stand in front of him, his expression softening. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll make it up to you.”

“Oh yeah? How?” Sunoo asked, still pouting, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.

Without answering, Ni-ki leaned down and gently pulled Sunoo toward him, pressing a kiss to his lips. But this time, it wasn’t the rushed, rough kind they sometimes shared in stolen moments—it was soft. Slow. Deliberate.

A quiet apology in the form of a kiss.

One kiss turned into another… then another.

What started as a quiet apology slowly unraveled into something deeper, something neither of them said aloud—but both felt in the space between touches and breathless pauses.

Their clothes fell away piece by piece, forgotten on the floor, as they moved in sync, bodies pulled together like gravity had chosen them for each other.

The room was dim, quiet save for the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional, breathy moan that escaped Sunoo’s lips. Ni-ki’s movements were deep, steady, but unhurried—each motion intentional, his focus entirely on Sunoo. On every reaction he could pull from him. Every sigh. Every tremble.

Sunoo’s fingers curled against Ni-ki’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut as warmth bloomed low in his stomach. There was a tenderness in the way Ni-ki held him, kissed his neck, brushed his thumb along his side—like he was memorizing him, not just touching him.

“Ni-ki…” Sunoo whispered, voice fragile, overwhelmed.

“I’m here,” Ni-ki murmured back, lips ghosting over Sunoo’s cheek. “Just feel me.”

And he did

Every part of him ⇜(x ₗᵢₙₖ)

Sunoo’s chest rising and falling in soft, stuttered breaths. His eyes were half-lidded, lashes trembling as they fluttered with every thrust of Ni-ki’s hips.

He looked dazed—lost in it.

The kind of lost that wasn’t frantic, but deep. Pulled under, willingly

Sunoo’s back arched, fingers curling tight into the sheets as the pleasure crested hard. His body trembled in front of Ni-ki, thighs twitching as he cried out—a sound raw and broken, his mouth hanging open in a silent gasp before it melted into a whimper.

White streaks painted across the bedsheets, warm and sudden, his entire frame shuddering as the orgasm rolled through him like a wave too strong to fight.

But Ni-ki didn’t stop.

He stayed buried deep, hips rolling in a rhythm that had softened but didn’t let up, dragging Sunoo through every aftershock—through every flutter and twitch, refusing to let him come down too fast.

Sunoo vision hazy with pleasure, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath.

And then he felt it—that warmth. Sudden, thick, spreading deep inside.

A low, guttural moan rumbled from Ni-ki’s chest, his head falling back as his release hit. His fingers dug into Sunoo’s hips, holding him close like he couldn’t bear to let go, not even for a second.

He stayed there, panting, their skin sticky, their hearts pounding out of sync.

For a long moment, nothing moved but their breathing.

Then Ni-ki looked down at him, still catching his breath, eyes dark but soft around the edges.

“You okay?” he murmured, voice low and rough.

Sunoo nodded slowly, still dazed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You really made up for those snacks,” he whispered.

Ni-ki laughed—quiet, breathless, and totally wrecked. “I’ll bring you ten bowls next time.”

End.