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K.K | Mizuki x Reader ( The Priestess of the North)

The Priestess of the North

The northern village was a place where tradition was not just remembered—it was lived. Every stone of the temple, every whisper of the wind through the pines carried the weight of centuries. Among its most sacred customs was the bond between priestess and familiar: a union of spirit, loyalty, and destiny.

Mizuki was born into this legacy. His bloodline was that of serpents—familiars known for their power, wisdom, and unwavering devotion. From the moment he opened his eyes as a child, his path was already written. He would one day serve the priestess of the north.

At seven years old, Mizuki first saw you. You were dressed in ceremonial garments, your hair adorned with blossoms, your face serene as though carved from moonlight. Though you were his age, you carried yourself with a grace that made Mizuki's young heart ache. He did not yet understand love, but he understood longing. He wanted to be near you, to protect you, to belong to you.

Ten Years Later

Time passed like the turning of seasons. Mizuki grew into a fine young man—his features sharp, his aura commanding, his presence quiet yet powerful. His training honed his strength, but his heart remained tethered to the memory of you. He dreamed of the day he would stand beside you, not only as protector but as something more.

And now, that day had come.

The temple bells rang, their sound echoing through the village. The air was thick with incense, the curtains drawn to veil the sacred chamber. Mizuki's chest tightened with anticipation. He had not seen you in ten years, and he imagined how you must have grown into a woman of unparalleled beauty.

When the curtains parted, his breath caught.

You stood there, the priestess of the north, radiant as the stars. Your eyes shone with a light that seemed to pierce through him, your lips painted a delicate red, your hair crowned with flowers. Mizuki's heart was stolen anew, his love deepening beyond measure. He bowed low, offering you the respect you deserved, though inside he wanted nothing more than to embrace you.

For the first time, he heard your voice again.
"I have heard great deeds about you, Mizuki," you said, your smile gentle.

The sound was music to his ears.
"Such honor to be spoken of by you, my lord," he replied, his tone formal, though his heart raced.

You tilted your head, amusement dancing in your eyes.
"You are too stiff, my dear love," you teased softly.

Mizuki blinked, startled.
"Eh?" His blush betrayed his confusion.

You chuckled, extending your hand.
"Don't worry. No one is here with us. You can be yourself."

Hesitantly, Mizuki reached out, his fingers brushing yours. The warmth of your hand against his skin sent a shiver through him. For that fleeting moment, he felt free—allowed to be the boy who had once admired you, now the man who cherished you.

The Sealing of the Bond

"By the way, Mizuki, you need to seal the familiarity," you reminded him, your tone calm but curious.

Mizuki's face flushed crimson. He had trained for this moment, yet the intimacy of the ritual overwhelmed him. He stepped closer, his voice low.
"Then... please close your eyes."

You obeyed, trusting him completely. Silence filled the chamber, broken only by the faint rustle of garments. Then, warmth pressed against your lips—soft, fleeting, yet powerful. Your eyes fluttered open to see Mizuki before you, his wrist glowing with ancient symbols. The bond was sealed.

"Ohh..." you whispered, your cheeks burning.

Mizuki lowered his gaze, guilt flickering across his features.
"I am sorry."

But you shook your head, smiling.
"It's fine. I'm glad... you are my first kiss."

His heart nearly stopped. To be your first kiss was more than he had ever dared to hope. His blush deepened, joy flooding him. He had always wondered how your lips would feel, and now he knew—soft, divine, unforgettable.

"Please take good care of me, Mizu-chan," you said warmly.

Mizuki's chest swelled with pride and love.
"Always," he vowed, his voice trembling with sincerity.

Aftermath

That night, Mizuki lay awake, replaying the moment over and over. The glow of the bond still shimmered faintly on his wrist, a reminder that he was now yours—not just by duty, but by heart. He thought of your smile, your voice, the way you had called him Mizu-chan. It was a name only you could give, a name that made him feel cherished.

And though the bond was sacred, Mizuki knew his feelings went beyond tradition. He was not only your familiar—he was a man hopelessly in love with his priestess. He would protect you, serve you, and if fate allowed, perhaps one day confess the depth of his heart.

For now, he was content. Content to walk beside you, to hear your voice, to feel the warmth of your hand. Content to be yours.

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