#: [ the cloud hashira! 🌸 ]

[idyllic-affections]

What if hashira reader gets hurt on a mission and when they come back, muichiro finds out? (İ love angst to comfort)

what if hashira!reader was hurt on a mission?

summary. muichiro has kept track of the days with impressive precision for someone with such poor memory. he knew for a fact that it had been far longer than usual. his mentor was gone for much longer than usual.

trigger & content warnings. non-graphic depictions of injury, crying.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. hurt/comfort. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 0.8k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. this post is an expansion of out of all the clouds in the sky, you are my favorite. DELICIOUS. thank you for the idea anon <33 me too. i love hurt/comfort, it is one of my favorite tropes tbh. so i made this a little angstier than what you mightve meant and made it so that its implied that [name] had an encounter with an upper moon (in my mind, it was upper moon one/kokushibo) bc i am silly like that

it's been two weeks.

muichiro has kept track of the days with impressive precision for someone with such poor memory. he knew for a fact that it had been far longer than usual. his mentor was gone for much longer than usual. worst of all, he's heard nothing from them. they've replied to not one of his letters. it was as if none of the letters ever arrived to them, as if the messenger crows could not find them. half a month was a very long time to not have the well-beloved cloud hashira around. it was a long time to not hear anything from or about them.

in that time, he's been on a variety of missions himself, all of which were concluded within a day or two.

it's when muichiro is coming back from his last mission within the two week period that he finally gets some kind of news regarding his mentor's whereabouts. the news comes in the form of his crow.

"tokito-sama," his crow caws, batting her ridiculously long eyelashes as she settles on his shoulder, "[surname]-sama has been found and has been escorted back to the butterfly estate."

his heart stutters in his chest at her ambiguous statement. that told him nothing. what he needed to know was if they were breathing or not; either way, he'd be at their side in an instant. he would much prefer the former, though.

"...are they alive?"

"yes, but—"

that's all the confirmation he needs to speed off in the direction of the butterfly estate.

muichiro gets to shinobu's estate within the hour, his crow having long since abandoned him out of fear of getting blown away from the speeds at which he was running. the insect hashira is gentle when she tells him that the cloud hashira is unconscious. she's even gentler when she describes the severity of their gashes and cuts to him.

"they've lost a lot of blood," she had said. "there is... unfortunately, no way to know if they will pull through or not. only time will tell."

muichiro sits at their bedside for days.

surprisingly, he hasn't been called away for a mission. he wonders if oyakata-sama knew that he'd be rendered so... helpless by his mentor's injury. would they scold him if they were awake? probably. he should be out on the field, but he is not. in his defense, oyakata-sama has not assigned him anything. he'd most likely be able to function if he had to, and yet... he hasn't needed to. oyakata-sama has not forced him to do so.

muichiro sits at their bedside for what feels like an eternity, absentmindedly watching the slow rising and falling of their chest. as such, he's there when they begin to stir.

he nervously clasps one of their hands between his, leaning over their body and quietly calling their name. they stir even more, eyelids twitching. he calls out to them again.

relief rolls over him in waves when they open their eyes.

"hehe..." they laugh hoarsely, tired eyes crinkling with fondness. he feels their fingers shake slightly in his hands, and suddenly they're holding one of his hands back, giving it a weak squeeze. "hi, mui-kun."

"who did this?"

"wh— what?"

"who did this?"

their breath catches in their throat. they're taken aback by the sheer rage burning in his eyes; it's as if he's been blessed with a brief moment of clarity from the never-ending haze in his mind. they're hardly even awake yet, but they can see his fury clear as day.

then, their expression hardens slightly.

"i will not tell you."

he looks betrayed, like a kicked puppy. they almost falter.

"[surname]-sama... please, i—"

"no." they remain firm nonetheless. the sheer authority in their tone triggers a heavy wave of nostalgia to wash over him, though he cannot quite explain why. who was the last person to be so hard on him..? he can't recall. "this conversation ends here. you will not ask me again. do you understand?"

"i..." he trails off. his throat tightens. "why?"

"because you'll get yourself killed if i tell you." he goes quiet. then, they gingerly reach up to his face, tenderly brushing their knuckles across his cheekbone. the moment of firmness is gone in an instant, and their eyes are soft again. "i have to be hard on you. you won't listen otherwise. you understand, don't you? you're a stubborn one. you don't listen if someone isn't firm."

his mentor's soft touch snaps him out of the daze he was in. it's then that he realizes he had been crying.

"shh... it's alright. don't cry. come here."

their arms open for him. he gladly accepts their invitation, cautiously kneeling down and laying his head on their chest. to properly hug them would be forcing them to sit up; he doesn't want to disturb them anymore than he already has. they've just woken up and they're already having to console him.

a visceral sob tears from his throat. his shoulders shake.

how humiliating.

their hands smooth over his hair with such love and care that it overwhelms him.

"it's okay, mui-kun," they murmur kindly. "i'm okay."

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot!

[peachdues]

Where’s My Love?

Or, Sanemi spends his days searching for his missing lover.

Inspired by this song by SYML.

🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸🌸

She goes missing the morning after he tells her he loves her.

The news comes first as a whisper, and then as a declaration. Normally, when a Pillar is killed, their crow is the one to inform the others.

But her crow is missing too, and Sanemi wants to believe that’s a good sign. The crows are trained not to get involved in battle and to only carry news. If there is no news of her, then she cannot be in danger.

Or so he tells himself.

But then an official rescue team is dispatched to her last known location and Sanemi of course is one of the leads, along with Rengoku. He Leads because he thinks he’ll find her, maybe injured a bit, but whole and safe and then he can yell at her for it while he takes care of her, and all will be okay.

He feels slightly annoyed with her. Annoyed because he just poured his heart out to her, shared his body with her, and now she is making him worry. And she promised that she loved him too, and if that was true, why is she making him worry?

Part of him wonders if she has run away. Maybe he hopes she has. Hopes that she could not face her love for him, could not bear to let him into her heart because each day with the Corps may be their last and she said she doesn’t ever want to leave behind any loose ends. No mourners.

A week has gone by, and then another, and another, and the weeks bleed into a month and Sanemi wants her to know that he doesn’t care if she got scared, doesn’t care if she ran away.

He just wants her to come home.

But one month becomes two and the number of slayers available for recovery missions has dwindled, and people do not know how to chase hiding ghosts.

Sanemi loves her though, and so he keeps searching because maybe, just maybe this time, his love will be enough to save her, to save them both.

Another month passes by and Sanemi thinks he should know by now that he never gets to keep the ones he loves.

———————————

Six months, two weeks, and four days later and she is still gone.

It takes both Rengoku and Uzui to pull Sanemi off a Kinoe who dared call her a pile of “cold bones,” when assigned to do yet another recovery mission. The kid’s face is covered in varying shades of black and blue and red, but Sanemi cant bring himself to feel bad, can’t bring himself to feel anything, not even the sharp sting of split skin across his knuckles.

Sanemi only feels the void threatening to swallow him up for good. He only feels the emptiness of the sheets on his futon because she took all the warmth with her when she left that morning, leaving him with nothing but the fading scent of her perfume and an empty promise to return.

Sanemi cannot bring himself to say aloud the fear that runs in his blood.

The fear that the reason she cannot be found is because she was carried up into the clouds above and she cannot get back home; cannot get back to him.

He has heard murmurs that a piece of her haori was found, dirty, torn, and half-buried on some muddy path but Sanemi has not seen it for himself, and so, it does not mean anything to him.

It cannot mean anything to him.

But it does.

Because now it has been ten months since he last felt her hand on his face, last was graced with a smile so sweet that it made him forget all of his sourness, and he begins to think that maybe the Kinoe was right.

But he still wants her to come home, so he keeps searching.

——————————-

She is declared dead 366 days after she goes missing.

That designation calls off the year-long search for her, and some of the other slayers are relieved to return to their usual duties. Chasing demons is far more preferable to chasing ghosts.

Not for Sanemi.

Sanemi wanders through forests and valleys, looking for any trace of her in the wind. He continues to hunt and torture demons for information, but none of them have heard a single whisper of a missing Hashira with a pretty smile and the moon in her eyes.

But Sanemi keeps looking anyways.

Keeps looking because there’s still a chance that she’s under some rock he hasn’t managed to turn, and that she’s scared and needs him to help her. And when he does find her, he will reprimand her and then he will kiss her, and then he will marry her so that she never has to be alone again. And finally, finally, he will get to love and be loved in return.

So Sanemi keeps looking.

[meowzfordayz]

Hiiii <3 I just have a fluff suggestion, like imagine cloud gazing w/ Muichiro and the other Hashira watching you quietly talking and (maybe) gushing over u 2. btw I loooove you writings(?) <33

Hii !! ☁️ After many days (~2 months, actually 😆) of staring @ your Ask, I've decided to decline your suggestion. It's super sweet and soft ☺️, but I don't know when I'd feel like putting the scene in my head into proper sentences for you to read. 🤪 I'm glad you love my writing tho, and hope you're doing okay !! 💖

... and then I ended up writing a short blurb lol. 🤭

On that note, Muichiro would 11/10 disagree w/ all of your opinions. Meanwhile, the other Hashira would be placing bets (silently, "hiding" in nearby bushes; "hiding" bc obvi Muichiro—a Hashira himself—can sense their presence, and even you can hear their hushed bickering/giggling) on how long it'll take you to get fed up and leave.

You: That's a swan! 🦢

Muichiro: Wrong.

You: How about that one? It's totally a rock. 🪨

Muichiro: Nope.

You: Then what is it? 🤨

Muichiro: A pebble. 🪨

You: 😐😐😐

*at this point, Tengen totally thinks he's going to win bc you look just about ready to punch Muichiro*

*but then you point at the sky, again*

You: And that one?

Muichiro: Definitely a leaf. 🍁

You: Agreed! 🍁

Muichiro: Wrong. It's a house. 🏠

You: v;ksedbni;jvldilbb *raging* (internally, ofc)

In the end, Gyomei wins the betting, bc he's the only one who noted how content your heart sounded, melting into the grass, your best friend beside you (also bc everyone else got bored first, and left before you). ⛅️🍃🌸

[blues824]

🌞Can I please have the hashiras with a female Kalim Al-Asim s/o .

🌞Then buying the hashiras alot of presents and gifting them a lot of food for Christmas

🌞How whoud they react to seeing there s/o food get tested for poison all the time (meanwhile we have shinobu drinking/eating westria )

🌞How whoud they react to their fashion and their big family (they have atleas 30 siblings if I'm correct )

🌞all of the hashiras getting a meeting room in their Palace.

✨Tengen: getting more jewellery and his wives getting the finest silk they could find.

💨Sanami : o don't know what he whoud like.

🌸Mitsuri : geing food and pretty clothing and hair pins.

🔥kyoujurou :definitely food and something for his family.

🌫️Muichiro : a book about clouds.

👨‍🦯Gyomei:📿 (I forgot the name but its this 📿)

🌊Giyu: love and respect..

🐍Obanai: somthing for Kaburamaru and making sure he gets new bandages.

🦋Shinbu : medicine and the herbs to make them.

✨💨🌸🔥🌫️👨‍🦯🌊🐍🦋

This is actually adorable. Also, did you mean prayer beads for Gyomei??

Introduction

The Hashira had just received an invitation to the annual Al-Asim Christmas Party! All of them were excited, but one in particular was even more so because that would mean they get to see their beloved Y/N.

They are very happy that they get to celebrate with you and your family when they and the others receive the invitation. They go to check if it’s okay with Ubuyashiki only to find out that he was invited as well. They’re super excited now.

Once they arrive at your residence, they are led to the living room by one of the many servants. There, they are met with you and your signature beaming smile. You hugged each of the others before giving your lover a kiss on the cheek and led them to the couches.

Gyomei Himejima

Then one of the servants announces that dinner is ready and that your siblings will be down to join you. Of course, Gyomei knew that you had a lot of siblings, so he wasn’t surprised when he heard a bunch of footsteps rushing to the dining room.

The food was really good. You fixed his plate for him for obvious reasons. Plus, you knew the kind of things he likes to eat, so it really was not a problem for you. He said a quick prayer before he began to eat and he was not disappointed. Mans probably didn’t know your food was tested because he’s blind.

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Gyomei’s gift to him.

When he pulled the tissue paper out of the bag, he felt around until he felt a bag. He tried to open it but eventually handed it to you, asking you to help him. You let out a tiny giggle before opening the bag and putting the necklace into his hands. He knew what it was almost immediately because he had one around his neck.

The waterworks started working the water and he started crying out of happiness and gratitude. He would pull you into his lap and hug the living daylights out of you because he’s just so happy and grateful that he has someone like you in his life.

Mitsuri Kanroji

Mitsuri greeted each and everyone of your siblings because she probably already knew all of them. They see her as an older sister figure (and she will be if you both get married). They’re all excited when they see her, and it’s so adorable.

She deems the food as exemplary and jumps in head-first into dessert. You even did that cute couple thing where you feed each other and clean off each other’s faces with napkins. Everyone let out a collective awww at the displays of affection. She was a bit concerned when one of the waiters put a silver hairpin in your soup to test it, though.

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Mitsuri’s gift to her. 

When she pulled the tissue paper out of the bag, she saw that there was a very cute package. She carefully opened it and saw that it was some new hair clips! She was so excited. It grew even more when one of the servants came out with a pink and green kimono as well as a plate of sakura mochi.

She literally tackled you into a hug and squealed a very excited ‘thank you’ while she littered your face with a bunch of kisses. She rushed out of the room and went to put on the new clothes she got and arrange the hairpins in her hair.

Giyu Tomioka

He would most likely just hold his inexpressive face as he awkwardly waves to your many many many siblings. Of course, they all go up and hug the ever loving crap out of him because you all are just a bunch of huggers. 

He probably has a good portion of food on his plate. He knows dessert is coming soon, so he eats good sizes so that he won’t get a stomach ache from overeating (wouldn’t be me). Was obviously a little shocked when he saw a waiter sticking a silver chopstick in your food and checking it after.

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Giyu’s gift to him.

When he pulled the tissue paper out of the bag, he noticed a book with laminated pages. He pulled it out and saw that it was a photo book composed of photos of the both of you. He quietly flips through the pages, shaking with each page he turns.

He quickly turns to you and pulls you into a hug with silent tears streaming down his face. You quickly grew worried and tried to tell him that if he didn’t like it, then you’d get him something else. He shushed you by pulling you into a kiss. Unfortunately, Tengen saw and pulled out some mistletoe to put over the both of you. That pic went into the book.

Tengen Uzui

He’s definitely the type to have the kids hang off his arms as he flexes his muscles to impress you. His wives are leading the younger ones to the table as well. You were so happy that your siblings didn’t judge the fact that he was already married to 3 women.

Describes the food as flamboyant. He is a big man, and he needs to support his build by eating a lot. The 5 of you totally do the ‘feeding each other’ thing and joke around with the ‘here comes the choo-choo train!’

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Tengen’s gift to him. You also hand out Hinatsuru, Makio, and Suma’s gifts.

As each of them take out the tissue paper in their bags, each let out a collective gasp when they see what’s inside. Tengen pulls out a few jeweled headbands, and the girls pull out… nothing? Then 3 servants are in front of them with silk kimonos. They each squeal in excitement… Except for Tengen. He smiles.

The girls rush over to hug you and Tengen comes and scoops you all into his arms. There was a collective feeling of warmth in all of your hearts. You couldn’t ask for a better future family than the one you will have with them.

Sanemi Shinazugawa 

He himself has a little brother who he secretly still cares for because ✨family✨. He has a soft spot for these little punks. He’s the kind of guy to tell them really cool stories about the many different scars he has. It’s so endearing to watch.

I know this man eats a lot as well. However, he definitely ends up overeating and curses like a sailor when he suffers through indigestion later. You have the time of your life just laughing your butt off when he’s complaining and groaning about the pain.

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Sanemi’s gift to him.

He tears off the wrapping paper on the huge box and sees that it’s a new tank that was filled with a bunch of decorations. He realized that you remembered he had kept a rhinoceros beetle as a pet. He had a grin on his face.

Then he noticed that one of the losers Tengen decided that he was gonna get real cocky and hang some mistletoe over the two of you. You were immediately blushing, but he pulled you in by your waist and into a kiss.

Shinobu Kocho

She has family of her own (RIP to Kanae 🫡😪. Fly high 🕊️), so she understands the whole being-close-with-your-siblings. In fact, the youngest tend to like her the most because she’s so calm and gentle to them.

She’s a medical professional, and that shows on her plate. She’s got a balance between food groups. She's the person who needs to have their food separated at all times. I said it. She, however, totally would take some of her food and smear it on your cheek.

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Shinobu’s gift to her.

She pulled the tissue paper out of the bag to see a bunch of different herbs from your homeland as well as the seeds to those herbs so that she could grow some more if she ever ran out. The gift included a manual, and the gardener even offered to help her if she was having any trouble.

She totally pulled you into a hug while thanking you profusely. She would go on a few different tangents about the different properties of each plant as if you weren’t taught it since you were little. Coming from a line of merchants, you kinda had to know this.

 Rengoku Kyojuro

Like Tengen, would be the type to let the kids dangle off his arms to flex how strong he is. You, along with your siblings, were all laughing so hard. He would tell stories about his recent demon slaying journeys to further impress them and you.

Plate is stacked with proteins because it’s good for the muscles (read: mus-kles) 💪. Is the type to do the whole this turkey is most exquisite. However did you manage to roast it to the perfect golden-brown color thing and it’s the most hilarious thing you’ve seen.

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Rengoku’s gift to him.

He pulled out the tissue paper out of the bag and saw a puzzle. You told him that it helps with both hand-eye coordination as well as problem-solving and having to take it slow. Plus, it was something he could do with his family.

He pulled you into a hug and then whispered to you that you are now a part of his family and you should be the one to help him complete the puzzle. Then he pulled away and started talking to the others. He would cheer on the littles as they celebrated what they got as presents. If that isn’t husband material, I don’t know what is.

Obanai Iguro

Kaburamaru would have a great time with them. He’d gently wrap his tail around the hand of the youngest walking child and would lead them to the dining room. You held his hand as you walked together. You knew that he was probably uncomfortable and you would be eating in a separate room with you.

He doesn’t eat a lot, but the food was just so good. He was more comfortable taking off his bandages around you and his slithery companion. You would talk about whatever came to mind. He found your smile so beautiful whenever he told you about a sarcastic remark he made once.

After dinner, you whip out his present. You figured that he still wouldn’t be comfortable in such a social setting so you decided that a private setting was much more appropriate. He considered himself a super lucky guy because you’re just so considerate.

He starts to take out the tissue paper when he notices 2 small boxes. One was a box of dead mice for Kaburamaru, who was exceedingly happy about this, and a box of bandages. More specifically, bandages with little cartoonish snakes on them.

He nodded his head as a silent thank you. You helped rewrap him in the new bandages while also giving one of the mice to Kaburamaru. Eventually, he was all covered and you both went back out to show off his new look.

Muichiro Tokito

Staring off into space, no thoughts running through. Just head empty. He does a subconscious wave to your siblings, Other than that, nothing. Not even a verbal greeting of any sort. What’d you expect, really?

He absolutely loves the food. I mean, it was just so good that it snapped him out of the trance he’s always in. He felt his sound ascending to the heavens. He’s paying attention to every word coming out of your mouth as he’s wolfing down food.

After dinner, you led everyone back to the living room where a bunch of gifts were waiting for everyone. You put your siblings to work by making them hand out the gifts to the people based on whose name was written on there. You personally handed Muichiro’s gift to him.

He tore off the wrapping paper to see The Book of Clouds in big letters on the cover. He flipped the book over to read the back and it was basically what the title said. He let out a tiny laugh because it was an inside joke between the two of you.

He pulled you into a hug. He also gave you a peck on the cheek, thanking you for the book. In a few days, you would see him on a grassy hill with binoculars and the book, trying to identify the different types of clouds. 

[taniavttv]

Happy Birthday to the Serpent Hashira Iguro Obanai 🐍🥳🎂💕🌸

September 15th

Here are some iguro Funfacts

🐍His Zodiac Sign is Virgo

🐍He is the Serpent Hashira

🐍He was saved by the former hashira Shinjuro Rengoku

🐍His eyes have a unique color His left eye is turquoise while his right is yellow

🐍He loves talking and hanging out with Mitsuri alot

🐍He gets most along with Sanemi

🐍His sword shape is quite unique since demons can feel the sword slither around their neck

🐍Iguro has a sad backstory and this lead him to have a fear of women and always be mean towards then but when he met Mitsuri he fell in love with her

🐍Iguro will get jealous of anyone who is nice with Mitsuri because he loves her and Mitsuri is important to him

🐍Kabaramaru helps Iguro in battles and telling him where to go and attack

🐍Kabaramaru also loves Mitsuri too and had to bite Iguro to get his head off the clouds when Iguro fell in love with Mitsuri 🥰

🐍His Hobby is citing and Reading poetry and also watching candy being sculpted

🐍His snake name is Kabaramaru and he considers his name as his best friend

🐍Iguro was the one who gave Mitsuri the green stocking she has on

🐍Iguro can go up to 3 days without eating anything but when he looks at Mitsuri eat it gives him the courage to eat

🐍His Favorite food is tororo konbu. Which is a type of seaweed that has been soaked in vinegar, dried, and shredded

🐍We can't wait to see Iguro more in action in the Hashira Training arc and The 4th Season soon

[sxs-a]

Rate the Pillars on how many water balloons you would throw at them

🌸 → ❝ No balloons: Rengoku is the best. Mitsuri is too nice. Shinobu would poison my tea if I did. ❞

❝ Some balloons: Giyuu is a Water Hashira, so he needs it. Gyomei because all he does is cry  and pray and he needs some fun. Michirou because he needs to do something besides looking at clouds! It’s creepy. Tengen because his makeup is shit and it needs to be washed off.❞

❝ All the baloons and infinity: Worst Hashira Ever: Break-Wind Hashira and his sad little yes-man Mr. Snake who Mitsuri needs to break up with already! ❞

[idyllic-affections]

we'll meet again.

summary. ""I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now… goodbye, [Name]."" trigger & content warnings. major character death (the reader), mild blood. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst, hurt/no comfort. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. this is an expansion of these headcanons. while this oneshot could be read as a standalone, it makes slightly more sense with the background context. also i think this oneshot only really makes sense if youve read the demon slayer manga; you wont understand the fight scene if you havent. anyway i have NO excuse for this. im so sorry (no im not LMAO)

       "Tokito, move!"

       Perhaps it was the urgency in their tone, or perhaps it was the evident desire to protect a young life that they deemed unsettlingly evanescent, yet Muichiro obeyed with no hesitation. Perhaps it was simply the trust and respect he held for his mentor.

       Regardless, he moved.

       The second he released the hilt of his blade, they clasped it, pushing the boy further away with all their might. Though they may have missed it, Muichiro grimaced from the utter force they exerted against his core and stumbled slightly when attempting to regain his balance.

       ...

       He hadn't sparred with them in quite a long time. He'd forgotten the kind of power that they could demonstrate.

       Though the blade had been red before when clutched in the Mist Hashira's hand, it was blazing now, making the Upper Moon suck in a sharp, painful breath. Their glare was steely enough to make even the bravest man falter.

       If Kokushibo was not a demon, perhaps even he would have wavered.

       "You will not harm my Tsuguko."

       Lightning struck their core, tearing and searing the seams of their flesh to reach its sharp nails into their delicate innards. They hardly processed the gaping gash across their torso until the pain came in seconds later, making the floor sway beneath their feet and their vision spin. A glare that was once as sharp as their nichirin blade was now unfocused and hazy.

       Their legs gave out from underneath them.

       Through the pounding of their heart in their ears, they heard a distant, faint cry of their name.

       A moment passed, then another.

       Tender fingers brushed hair that'd stuck to their sweaty, pale face away, caressing their cheek with a trembling hand. "...[Name]-nee?"

       "Ah..." they laughed, choking up a bit of blood in the process, before wincing at the sharp pain that struck their abdomen after. "That's the first time you've called me anything other than [Name]-sama, Mui-kun. It's cute. You should've done it a long time ago."

       "H— wait, hold on, just stay awake a little longer," he urged, hands scrambling to peel away at some of the fabric sticking to their flesh. The boy's pupils were blown wide with panic; that much they could tell, despite their blood-loss induced dilirium. "We'll close your wounds, just... I need..."

       "Hey..." they called weakly, gently pushing his hands away from their wound with what little strength they had left. "Tokito."

       "I just, I- I need to start a fire. We'll cauterize them—"

       "Tokito-kun."

       "—It'll be okay."

       "Mui-kun, please, just stop already! Listen to me!"

       Glossy tears spilled over at the sheer breathless desperation in their voice. Never once had their voice raised in his direction, and perhaps it was a mix of the utter overwhelm of the situation and the shock of hearing them yell (at him, specifically) that pushed him over the edge.

       In the end, Muichiro was still only a child.

       Their chest rose up and down in heavy puffs as they tried to catch their breath, squeezing their eyes shut as the room spun.

       "[Name]-nee... don't go yet. Please, please... not you too..."

       "Shh. I'm still here. Just, ah... just give me your hands. I'll throw up if I open my eyes."

       He was quick in clasping their chilled hands between his own, sharing his body heat and offering what little comfort he possibly could to both himself and his rapidly declining mentor. A deep weight settled in his gut at the realization that he wasn't just in some horrible nightmare—that, once again, someone he adored and loved wholeheartedly was leaving him alone.

       To them, the warmth he radiated was indeed a comforting reassurance. He was warm. Alive.

       "Listen to me. You've gotta kill Muzan for me. This isn't fixable. This couldve been you, laying here in your own blood, you know? You're too young to die here. Too many kids have given their lives already. You had better not die, you hear me? I'll give you hell if you do."

       When he laid down beside them, shedding blistering tears on their shoulder, they caressed his head lovingly with the last of their strength.

       "You had better not die, Muichiro."

              — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       "Hello! It's nice to meet you. I am [Surname] [Name], the Demon Slayer Corps' Cloud Hashira, and I'll be your mentor from here on out."

       The warmth with which they regarded him was... foreign. Despite the nervous smile tugging at their lips, their welcoming warmth was oh-so evident. How could one who had seen so much bloodshed still have eyes that shone comparably to stars?

       Muichiro blinked—once, twice.

       "Okay."

       Awkward silence descended for a brief moment as the boy fidgeted slightly with the bandages wrapped around his body.

       "Oh, uh, right," they stammered, plucking amaranth from their hair. Their hand raised with purposeful delicacy so that, had he so desired, he could withdraw from their gentle touch. He did not. His lack of movement prompted them to tuck the plant behind his ear. "Here."

       "What's this for?"

       "Well, I've never had a Tsuguko before, so I want us to have a good relationship. Some of the other Hashira say gift-giving is a good way to build rapport. Also, I've been thinking about your name."

       "My... name?"

       "Yes. The 'mu' in your given name—it's the same as the 'mu' in 'mugen,' isn't it? The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.' I like to think so, at least. Amaranth is a symbol of immortality in some countries. It's... it's the closest I could get to infinity," they laughed. "I thought about bringing a lotus instead. Maybe I should have? A lotus would've looked a little nicer. Hmm..."

       The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.'

       Where...

       Where had he heard that before?

       "You wanted to bring me a lotus that day, [Name]-nee. It was because they symbolise eternity, right?" Muichiro mused in a quiet whisper that would inevitably be lost to the breeze. No-one else was meant to hear, anyway. His words were for no-one but his late mentor; that much was blatantly obvious. "I didn't think you'd ever join this graveyard."

       The rows of graves behind Oyakata-sama's seemed endless, really. Day after day they used to get bigger and bigger as Demon Slayers fell. It was somehow comforting to Muichiro that no-one would ever have to join said rows ever again.

       "You know, lotuses also symbolise rebirth. That's why I brought you one."

       With delicacy so obviously mimicing that which they had once displayed towards him, he laid the flower on their grave, careful not to disturb the dirt too much.

       "I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now... goodbye, [Name]."

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[idyllic-affections]

out of all of the clouds in the sky, you are my favorite.

summary. imagine muichiro being the former tsuguko of the cloud hashira, [name].

trigger & content warnings. none applicable.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 0.8k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. muichiro the beloved <3333 hes my favorite ever fr, he deserves so much happiness.

he adores his mentor so so much!! admittedly, he does show it in odd ways, but he really appreciates them in ways words cannot adequately describe.

when muichiro's on solo missions, he sends them little letters detailing the shapes he saw in the clouds. sometimes he even sends them shiny or textured rocks because he thought they would like them! it becomes very cute once one learns to understand his love language. he also gives them origami figures every now and then.

^ additionally, before their solo missions, he gives them origami cranes as a sort of good luck charm.

they have a history of becoming livid when the fragile things get crumpled by demons during missions. how dare they? that was a gift from their tsuguko, you know? they know the little paper cranes are easily replaced, and yet... it just makes them so sad to see them crushed.

the gifts he gives them are, for the most part, either handmade or non-traditional (rocks, a pretty shaped leaf, etc). sometimes he'll see something like a hairpin that he thinks they'd like, and so he buys it for them. any and every gift he gives them is appreciated, because just knowing that he remembers them better than almost anyone else and even thinks about them voluntarily is so heart-warming <3

he still calls them '[name]-sama,' even after he himself becomes a hashira. it's an improvement from '[surname]-sama,' sure, but they still insist he doesn't need to call them any such honorific anymore.

"[Name]-sama... that cloud, what's it called again?"

"I'm not your mentor anymore, Mui-kun," they commented with a little smile, hand raking gently through his silky hair. "You don't have to refer to me like that. It's okay to just call me [Name]. We're equals now, you know."

"No," he muttered his opposition, "you'll always be [Name]-sama to me."

"I only trained you for a brief... hmm, two months, was it? I'm not sure, but the point is that I trained you for a very short time."

"Doesn't matter."

"Hehe, I see. ...That's a cumulus cloud, by the way."

sometimes the two will cloud gaze together and just end up napping peacefully. both of them are light sleepers as a result of their job, but light doesn't necessarily mean restless.

mui associates them with the clouds—cloud breathing is their breath style, after all—and has often wondered about them when he cloud-gazes alone. are they okay? is their mission going well? is an annoying junior bothering them? he'll gladly tell them off if [name]-sama is too nice to.

he misses them a whole lot when they aren't around.

the mist hashira respects and trusts his mentor very deeply. he totally goes to them for like... everything.

cooking together is a very common thing for the duo; they love teaching him how to cook and bake and he loves learning. it reminds him of something he can't quite remember; simpler times, perhaps? they think it's very sweet that he's so willing to learn as long as they're the one teaching him.

they tend to his (minor) wounds, send him off on missions with snacks, braid his hair nicely so it stays out of his face... it's like he's been given a second chance at having a family. not that he remembers his first one, but still.

he sticks close to their side more often than not because of this.

muichiro is a little posessive of their attention, especially if they're doting on other junior demon slayers that are closer to his age (e.g., tanjiro, zenitsu, and inosuke). he gets a little jealous but takes great pride in being introduced as their former tsuguko. he's just worried they'll forget about him is all.

"silly mui-kun," they had once teased when they realized what was going on, "i'd never forget you. you don't need to be jealous; you're my favorite junior. ♡"

the other hashira find the attached behavior very endearing—he clings to them constantly, following them around like a lost puppy. it's moments like those in which the others are reminded that he's only a child that had his youth stolen from him far too early, so he subconsciously clings to the one person that really makes him feel safe and loved as every child should feel.

he accepts every gift from [name] with grace and humility. every single thing they give him is kept in pristine condition, even if it's a silly little trinket they picked up on one of their missions because "it's the same color as the ends of your hair, mui-kun." ridiculous!! ...what? he doesn't have to take it if he doesn't want it? no, back off, he's keeping it forever.

he especially loves all those silly gifts. knowing that someone he loves thought of him while they were away makes him all fuzzy and warm inside <33

[name] would be so protective of him. they know how many tsugukos shinobu has lost. to experience that... the thought alone makes them tremble with fear.

they're terrified that one day they might feel that pain too.

no-one will take their student from them, not when he's so young and has his entire life ahead of him. they will not allow it, even if it should cost them theirs.

[idyllic-affections]

Your writing is so good! Thank you so much for writing platonic fics, they are so hard to find, especially in Genshin and Demon Slayer. As an Aro/Ace who is addicted to the found family trope, your blog is a haven. So if I may... can I request a Muichiro x Hashira Mentor!Reader to go along with your other fics in this series? I loved the three so far, and especially with the most recent episode, I have strong "PROTECT THE BABY" vibes for Mui. What would happen if instead of Kotetsu saving Mui, it was reader? And they were trying to protect him from Gyokko while Mui is stuck in the water, and maybe that is what gives him the strength/inspiration to break free.

no harm will come to you.

summary. ""N— no," he choked out before rapidly pulling the rest of the needles out of his body. Something in their gut twisted uncomfortably at the sight of their student so battered. "Why do you always have to be the one to save me?"" trigger & content warnings. near-death (not the reader), canon-typical blood and injury, brief mentions of throwing up. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst to fluff-ish. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 1.5k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. hello dear!! i always smile when someone says this to me. its so important to remember that not everyone enjoys romanctic content. aroace people exist and deserve to be catered to as much as any other people do. i love being a safe space for people who just... dont want romantic content. i dont reblog romantic content (unless its canon x canon ship content, but even thats rare), i dont interact with romantic content. i just bring a spotlight exclusively to platonic content. not everyone has to do that, and thats totally fine, but i do so and will continue to do so. anyways pls keep sending mui requests, i love him so much awajshskgj &lt;3

       "Mui-kun!"

       'That voice...'

       "Hey! I'm here, okay?!" Their blood was ice in their veins, heart pounding as hard against their rib cage as their feet did against the ground. "I'm here now! Just ho— just hold out a little longer! I'll get you out of this shit!"

       "Yeah! We'll— we'll get you out of this shit!" Kotetsu echoed from his place situated on their back. Their arms were hooked around his legs to keep him in place, while his arms squeezed around their neck to balance himself a little better. They pinched his thigh scoldingly.

       "Don't repeat that! You're ten!"

       'Ah... it's [Surname]-sama... and Kotetsu-kun..?'

       Heavy pants left their lips as they skidded to a stop, falling to their knees in front of their poor, incapacitated Tsuguko. Kotetsu was quick to slide off of their back, settling beside them. "Shit... what the fuck?" they cursed under their breath, palm pounding against the cage of water, only to be met with ferocious rebound. Their pupils were blown wide with terror, the gloss of unshed tears making their eyes shimmer in the moonlight. Dragging their sword against the water's surface had no effect. The young boy mimicked their motions, simply with a knife instead. His efforts had no effect either. "The fuck is this? Why isn't it breaking? It's just water... why..?"

       'Come to think of it... I've never seen [Surname]-sama cry, have I? They look so stressed.'

       "Tokito-san, we won't let you die!" Kotetsu shouted. Beneath his mask, tears formed in the corners of his eyes. "Hang in there! What is this?!" He threw his whole body weight against the water, only to bounce back just as they had. "What the hell is this, [Surname]-san?! It's all rubbery and gross!"

       "I don't know! I know as much as you do, okay?! I may be a Hashira but that doesn't mean I automatically know everything!"

       The heat bubbling just beneath the surface of their skin was unbearable. In their panicked haze, they didn't notice the unfamiliar markings manifesting on their skin. As soon as they appeared, they were gone, fading from their flesh with no trace left behind. It was like they had never been there in the first place.

       It seemed that they had a hard time maintaining their enhanced state when panicked and unfocused.

       'You two have bigger priorities than me right now. Protect the chief, [Surname]-sama. Not me. That would be beyond Kotetsu-kun, but not you.'

       Muichiro's eyes widened. His palm pounded furiously on the water, hoping to get at least one of the two's attention. Thankfully, he knew his mentor well enough to know how attentive they were. They reacted immediately, head whipping around to face whatever it was that he saw approaching from behind them.

       It was only a small demon in comparison to the size of their body, hardly reaching up to their knee, but they knew better than to make assumptions about its power based solely on its size.

       It came from an Upper Moon.

       Surely, then, it was imbued with at least a fraction of said Upper Moon's strength.

       "Kotetsu-kun, get behind me!" they commanded, snatching up their blade from the ground. "Now!"

       A sharp gasp was torn from their throat when an equally sharp pain pierced their side. In their frantic state, it seemed that they were at a disadvantage, slowed down by their overwhelming worry. If Muichiro had screamed, the water had swallowed the sound up entirely; even so... the absolute horror on his face was surely enough to clue one in on his thought process. They winced, swinging their blade with enough force to behead the demon. It dissipated within an instant.

       "[Surname]-san!" Kotetsu shouted, stepping back in shock of the sheer amount of blood that spilled from their lips.

       "Fuck this whole mission," they muttered, bitter and tired, drawing in the deepest breath they could manage to in spite of the pain that struck their whole body like lightning when they did.

       They exhaled into the vase of water.

       'Even when you're bleeding out...'

       Muichiro inhaled the oxygen they provided him with.

       'You still come to my rescue. I should be embarrassed. Let me help you for once.'

       "Kotetsu-kun! Get down!" they shouted out, leaping forward to shield his much smaller body with their own. His little hands immediately went to their side to put pressure on the wound they sustained.

       Upon feeling their back drench with freezing water, they dove away from Kotetsu, catching their injured Tsuguko in their arms.

       "I've got you, I've got you..." they whispered over and over like a mantra of sorts, perhaps in an attempt to console themselves rather than the coughing Hashira in their embrace. No mind was paid to the spines poking their skin, nor the way Muichiro spat up a concerning amount of water over their shoulder. They did, however, take note of the way he made desperate attempts to apologize for practically throwing up on them. "It's okay, it's fine, just get all the water out of your lungs. It's not a big deal."

       All they truly paid attention to was the fact that he was breathing.

       Alive.

       However, he was weak. Terribly weak.

       "You've gone numb," they observed as he ripped a spine from his cheek, arms trembling. "I've got you. I've got the rest from here. You need to rest."

       "N— no," he choked out before rapidly pulling the rest of the needles out of his body. Something in their gut twisted uncomfortably at the sight of their student so battered. "Why do you always have to be the one to save me?"

       "I'm your mentor. It's my job. I teach you. I protect you. That's how this relationship works," they replied, standing up on shaky legs and taking their blade with them. They watched as more of the demons gathered around. "No harm will come to you for as long as I live."

       Aching.

       That's all they could feel on one side of their body. The pain was enough to make them double over. They squeezed their eyes shut, expression contorting into a pained grimace. One hand pressed deeply into their wound in a desperate attempt to make it stop. "Fuck..."

       They were already injured enough as it was from battles earlier on in the night.

       Muichiro could read his mentor like an open book.

       The book in question read nothing but agony. They were in no condition to keep fighting, and yet, neither was he.

       Even so...

       The rage he once felt three years ago boiled over again. It flooded the entirety of his veins, searing his skin and clouding his thoughts, stealing away the momentary clarity and reprieve from the haze in his mind. Muichiro clutched his sword with newfound rage.

       'Stay away from [Surname]-sama.'

       In an instant, the demons were all beheaded, dissipating into nothing but ash and dust.

       "Mui— Mui-kun, listen to me," they choked out in a gasp with sudden urgency, as if they had remembered something extremely important. "The swordsmiths. Haganezuka-sama and Kanamori-san. They're— we need to go back for them. Upper Moon Five is still..."

       "...You didn't get rid of him?"

       Their eyes softened impossibly. "I... I didn't. I am selfish sometimes, Mui-kun, and you... you were my priority. I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had left you. Please understand where I'm coming from."

       "I should be mad at you."

       "...Yes. You should be, and I wouldn't hold it against you if you were."

       A heavy silence settled for a moment. Not even Kotetsu dared disturb it.

       Then, with tender delicacy, the Mist Hashira wrapped his arms around their torso, laying his head on their chest. He was especially adamant on avoiding causing any further irritation to their injury. The firm beating of their heart was deeply comforting to him (he did, however, note the worrying wheeze that came every time they exhaled). "...I'm not, though."

       It was as if a weight was lifted off of their shoulders. They softly wrapped their arms around his shoulders. "I'm glad, then. Thank you."

       "No..." the boy trailed off, withdrawing from their embrace. Much to their surprise, he bowed in front of them. "Thank you, [Surname]-sama. I might not have made it out if not for you. I'm sorry for being so troublesome. I overestimated my skill, simply because I am a Hashira. I should have known better. You taught me better than that."

       An embarrassed laugh left their lips as they scratched the back of their neck. "Hey... you, um, you don't have to do that. You can stand up. It's okay. That's why we build bonds the way we do; we all mess up sometimes, so we need people we can reliably fall back on." As he rose, they hummed. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but... something about you has changed."

       He smiled. Such a gentle, sincere smile... it suited his face, but it was an expression they were not accustomed to seeing on him. He said nothing in response to them, however.

       'I'll tell you everything once we're out of here.'

       "...Shit! The swordsmiths! Mui-kun, come on! Grab Kotetsu-kun! Let's go!"

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[idyllic-affections]

hello! i’m relatively new to your blog but i stumbled across your muichiro and hasira mentor!reader and i fell in love (has been a brainrot of mine for a couple weeks now), i was wondering if you could write a scenario about muichiro getting back from one of his first solo missions and the reader just doting over him and helping him clean up minor wounds, despite knowing he’s capable of doing it himself. (i loved the way your characterized the two in your previous writings <3) thank you! hope you have a lovely day!

the first solo mission's aftermath.

summary. muichiro's first solo mission would be a tough time for both him and his mentor, but when he returns, they are there to dote endlessly on him.

trigger & content warnings. self-doubt, depictions of minor injury.

tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. fluff, comfort. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 0.7k words. they/them pronouns for reader.

author's thoughts. this post is an expansion of out of all the clouds in the sky, you are my favorite. hello dear!! welcome to my blog, i hope to see you again in my ask box at some point <3 mui requests are always welcomed. hes my beloved son frfr. thank you so so much, any compliments about how i characterize canon characters are very much appreciated! thats one of the highest forms of praise i could get as a writer. it means a lot when people tell me they like the way i write certain characters, so i really do appreciate it!

tbh i think [name] would cry when seeing him off for the first time.

they would try to hold it together solely for muichiro's peace of mind, offering him a shaky smile and, in a trembling voice, wishing him well as he departs from their mansion.

there's no way seeing one's tsuguko off is an easy experience. each hashira surely has to wonder if their respective student will return or not, if they have taught their student well enough, if their first mission will be easy or go terribly wrong.

there's just... so, so many things that could go wrong.

while mui is gone, i think the cloud hashira would sit and nitpick everything they taught him. they'd worry that it wasn't enough. they know he is impossibly strong for his age, but...

strength does not inherently equal experience. a demon slayer can have all the biological advantages that they want, but if they don't have adequate experience, all that strength will mean absolutely nothing.

meanwhile, mui feels a distinct sense of discomfort and unrest after he leaves.

something about leaving doesn't sit well with him. he doesn't want to leave. he wants to go back, or he wants them to come along.

(he does not understand why at the time, but a few years later, he'll begin to understand that he simply didn't want to leave them on the brink of tears like that.)

in the end, though, muichiro returns after only a few days in one piece, completely unharmed except for a few minor scratches.

his face might not change when his beloved mentor immediately brings him into a tight embrace, but the way his body relaxes into their arms is telling enough.

"welcome back, tokito-kun," they'd whisper, cheek pressed to the top of his head.

"...i'm home, [surname]-sama."

home... the implications of that statement would make their heart burst. indeed, he is home if he's with his mentor. if he's with them. they squeeze him just a little tighter after that.

"[surname]-sama, i can't breathe."

"ah?! i'm sorry! sorry, i didn't mean it!"

mui honestly would just let them dote on him.

they'd gently brush his hair and pull it back into a braid, sending a distinct feeling of nostalgia through his foggy mind.

they'd clean his wounds, opting to take him to the butterfly estate if anything seemed wrong or infected.

they'd just dote on him.

he does enjoy the attention and he realizes that it helps them feel better, so... he just lets them do whatever they feel is necessary.

the attention is really comforting for him, though. he's so young. he shouldn't be fighting demons at this age, and yet, he is. [name] knows this.

to make up for it, they spoil him in all the attention someone so young would need to grow properly.

"So... how did your mission go? I suppose it must have gone rather well," they mused with a gentle smile, gingerly flushing a small yet somewhat deep scratch on his cheek with a saline solution that they'd borrowed from those at the Butterfly Estate. "You're hardly hurt."

"Yes. It went fine," he confirmed in a murmur, doing his best not to move in order not to disrupt their work. "...I thought I was fast enough."

"Hm?"

"I thought I was fast enough to avoid being scratched."

"You did your best," they chuckled, securing a small patch over the scratch to keep any bacteria out, "and believe me, this is nothing. The kinds of injuries you can get in this line of work... this is nothing, really. It's fine. Just make sure it doesn't get infected."

Backing away from his face, they looked over their work before nodding firmly. "Alright. I'm done."

Slowly, the boy raised a hand to his cheek, fingertips ghosting over the freshly-dressed wound. Some kind of foreign warmth spread through his chest. He shifted in place, timidly avoiding their eyes. "...Thank you."

"Hehe. Of course." Not a single thing got past them, it seemed. They brought no attention to his sudden embarrassment, however. "Anyways, are you hungry? Kanroji-san invited us to come out with her to this place a few towns over. I hear they're really good."

He simply listened to them ramble, nodding along absentmindedly when they asked for his input.

He liked their voice.

It was comforting.

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[idyllic-affections]

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@kunokata asked At the exclaim of giving up, his smile is wiped from his face, void of emotions as he registered her words, and some big words they were, he's both heard them a lot- and experienced the desperate need to cry them out. Yet here he was, still up and running, fighting, struggling, not ready to let go just yet. He never wished to doubt the strength of others, but with that caring nature of his, he simply needed to check at first.

❛❛ Of course you can quit if you want! ❜❜ And his smile returns again, all knowing and calm, though his gaze doesn't meet her own. ❛❛ But will you be alright afterwards? ❜❜ (I'm late to this but have at thee- )

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Nezuko is reckless, but she is not foolish. She knows that she has more to learn. However, the Hashira are difficult to communicate with her. She does not understand the expectation of 'RESPECTING' someone who harms you and your family. GIYUU advised her to simply do so, but her pride is clouding her judgement. She also does not trust Sanemi, Obanai, or Tengen. They stabbed Tanjirou while pinning her down. And then use him as bait for a demon. She feared he will be killed before Muzan would. The swordsgirl struggles on her choice. Luckily, Rengoku is not judging her harshly. Aside Giyuu, the Flame Hashira is the one elite swordsman she truly respects.

🌸 → ❝ I just--Don't know Aniki. It's like everyone is plotting to drag me down, and it's not even Muzan or the Upper Moon. I don't know if Tanjirou will be safe here. I made more ENEMIES than friends and I think they'll hurt my brother because they hate me.❞