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💙"Helping a god do their job"💙

Day one of my October challenge isss: Kitsune x land God (kamisama kiss) troupe :3

If ur a fanfic writer you should totally join this!!

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Kitsune! Dazai x land God reader (you should know what anime this is)

In the depths of an ancient forest, there existed a shrine of weathered stone, cradled by the roots of towering trees. It was a place of reverence, a sanctuary where the villagers offered prayers and sought protection. And yet, within this sacred space, [Name], the reluctant Land God, found themselves slumped against the shrine's steps, staring at the empty offering bowls with a heavy heart.

The weight of their role had grown increasingly unbearable. As a newly appointed god, [Name] had imagined their duties to be grand and mystical-bestowing blessings, feeling the pulse of the earth, guiding the people with wisdom. Instead, they were met with the ceaseless hum of prayers and requests they could barely understand, let alone fulfill.

"My crops have withered..."
"Please, protect my family from the sickness..."
"We need rain before the season ends..."

The voices of their followers blended into a cacophony of pleas that left [Name] in a state of helplessness. They closed their eyes and sighed deeply, pulling their knees to their chest. What good was a god who couldn't even grant a simple wish? What right did they have to such power when they didn't know how to wield it?

A rustle in the trees disturbed the quietude, and a shadow flickered at the edge of the forest, sleek and graceful. A moment later, a familiar figure appeared-a fox, tall and elegant, with dark auburn fur and keen amber eyes that shimmered in the dimming light of day.

It was Dazai, the kitsune who had been bound to [Name] since the moment they had stumbled into this godhood. Unlike [Name], Dazai had seen centuries pass with a cynical eye, his nature both playful and aloof, though lately his playful side had given way to a more exasperated demeanor.

"Well, look at you," Dazai drawled as he approached, his voice edged with irritation. "Sitting here like a sack of rice, when your precious followers are practically begging for your attention."

[Name] looked up, startled by the sudden interruption, and managed a weak smile. "Oh, Dazai... I was just... thinking..."

"Thinking?" Dazai's voice was sharp as his long tail flicked behind him, betraying his growing impatience. "Thinking, or hiding from the reality that you have no idea what you're doing?"

[Name] flinched at his words, a wave of embarrassment flooding their chest. It was true-they had been avoiding their duties, overwhelmed by their inability to harness the power they were supposed to possess. Still, they shot back with a sheepish grin, trying to lighten the tension.

"Well, when you put it that way..."

Dazai sighed, rubbing his temples as if dealing with a particularly stubborn child. "You can't keep doing this, [Name]. You've been given this role for a reason, and if you keep sulking, these people will lose faith in you-and that's a problem for both of us." His eyes narrowed, though there was a flicker of something softer beneath his frustration.

"I know, I know..." [Name] muttered, looking down at the cracked steps of the shrine. "It's just... I don't know *how* to help them. They want so much, and it's all slipping out of my control."

Dazai's ears twitched as he studied them for a moment, his irritation simmering down into something more contemplative. With a long, slow exhale, he knelt beside them, his fox-like grace apparent even in human form. The silver threads of his robe shimmered as the evening light flickered through the leaves above.

"Listen," he began, his voice quieter now, less biting. "The power of a god doesn't come from simply *wishing* something into existence. It's about will-*your* will. If you don't believe in yourself, how can you expect the land to respond to your command?"

[Name] tilted their head to meet his gaze, a mix of confusion and hope in their eyes. "But what if I fail? What if I mess it up again?"

Dazai's expression softened, his usual smirk absent as he placed a hand on their shoulder. "Then you try again. But you don't give up. Gods aren't perfect. We make mistakes, just like humans. The difference is, we have the strength to keep going."

There was a pause as Dazai stood, his elegant form silhouetted against the setting sun. His voice took on a more serious tone as he began to pace. "You don't have to do it alone. I'm here to help, as much as it pains me to admit it." He shot [Name] a teasing glance, though it was clear he meant what he said.

[Name] blinked, surprised by the offer. "You'll help me? Even though I've been... well, kind of a disaster?"

Dazai raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. "Kind of? That's generous."

A laugh bubbled out of [Name] despite their earlier despair, and for the first time in days, they felt a glimmer of hope. "Okay. But how do I even start?"

Dazai turned to face the shrine, his sharp gaze scanning the offerings, the worn stone, the overgrown paths leading toward the village. "First, we'll focus on the land itself. Your power is tied to the earth, to the trees and the soil. Right now, it's out of balance. You need to reconnect with it."

He gestured for [Name] to stand, and though hesitant, they did so, following his lead.

"Close your eyes," Dazai instructed. "Breathe in deeply. Feel the land beneath your feet. Listen to it."

[Name] complied, shutting their eyes and taking a slow breath. For a moment, nothing happened. The wind whispered through the trees, the faint sound of a nearby stream echoed in the distance. But then, like a gentle current, [Name] began to sense something-the pulse of life, the energy of the earth. It was faint, like a heartbeat buried deep within the soil, but it was there, waiting for them to reach out.

"I... I feel it," they whispered, almost afraid to believe it was real.

"Good," Dazai murmured, his voice calm now, guiding. "Now focus. Envision what the villagers need-rain for the crops, strength for the soil. Let your will flow through you, into the earth."

[Name] furrowed their brow, concentrating harder, their hands trembling slightly as they extended them toward the ground. The power, once elusive, began to flow-slowly at first, like a stream breaking through a dam. Then, all at once, it surged forward, and the ground beneath them thrummed with energy. A low hum filled the air as dark clouds gathered on the horizon, and the smell of rain soon followed.

Opening their eyes, [Name] gasped in awe as the first drops of rain began to fall, soft at first, then growing steadier, drenching the dry earth. They turned to Dazai, breathless. "I did it!"

Dazai smiled-a real smile this time, not the teasing, sarcastic grin he usually wore. "Of course you did."

Before [Name] could bask too long in their triumph, they caught Dazai's arm, excitement bubbling up. "Dazai, you were amazing! I couldn't have done this without you! You really are the best guide ever!"

Dazai, ever the cynic, rolled his eyes, though there was a faint blush on his cheeks. "Yes, yes, I'm wonderful, I know. But don't get used to this. I'm not your babysitter."

[Name] laughed, their earlier doubts melting away as they nudged him playfully. "But you do such a great job at it!"

With the rain falling gently around them and the once parched land beginning to revive, Dazai cast one last glance at [Name]-his foolish, earnest god. Despite his grumbling, there was something in their persistence that he couldn't help but admire.

As they walked back toward the shrine together, side by side, the forest seemed to hum with new life, and for the first time in a long while, [Name] felt they truly belonged.