#This one ends with winter snufmin because I said so

[characteroulette]

I'm not insane.

I promise.

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Anyway NEW MOOMINVALLEY S4 PITCH LET'S GOOOOO

Okay so ep1 is set in early Autumn. There are signs for the comet building up, but the more pressing adventure of the day takes precedence!

Ep2 starts with everything covered in ash. Snuf is like huh I guess the Winter's early this year?? As is the rest of the valley. Moomin and Little My hear from the Muskrat that the comet's a bad omen and start looking into it. Gotta clean up all this ash!! (Thx Miss Fillyjonk)

Ep3 is Moomin striking out for the Observatory in the Lonely Mtns. If anyone knows what's up, it's them. Snuf offers to go with, but Moomin declines, wanting to prove himself adventurer once more. Little My ends up sneaking along and Snork Maiden follows (with Sniff and Snuf), so wellp too bad Moomin. They do end up helping him out after the Adventure ends up trapped and gets wrecked, so hey it works out.

Ep4, we reach the Observatory and learn that the Comet is uhh not a good thing!! Moomin panics but everyone else is pretty chill about it. On their way back home they run into that gorge of amethysts and Sniff nearly gets eaten by an Antlion, but the team pulls together to save him. At the cost of some of their supplies though. Damn it…

Ep5, general store trip. Because of those lost supplies. Somehow Snuf cons his way unintentionally into paying for everything they need, including a very cozy scarf for Moomin. (Which is needed since Winter is coming and it chilly!!) As they head on their way, they can see the comet clearer in the sky now and they only have two days left to warn everyone. The sea is drying up… So let's cross the sea.

Ep6, crossing the dried-up sea. Little My and Snork Maiden nearly get caught by an octopus hanging out in a ship, but Sniff and Moomin and Snuf help distract it long enough for them to get away. Stilt walking!! And general conversation over the odd timing, the strange happenings, concern for parents. Snuf is a bit upset that his exit has been so postponed, but Moomin assures him they'll figure this out before the snow arrives.

Ep7, they make it back to the valley and find everyone in a tizzy. Storm's coming!! The comet is less than a day from impact!! Moomin fights through the crowd to get home, but the stampede is a bit much and the gang has to scale some trees to get out of it. They make it home and get Mamma and Pappa and their things to safety in a cave, where everyone hunkers down to brace for impact. Moomin's sad about the change the valley's going through and Snuf assures him that change is inevitable and okay. Snork Maiden and Little My join in and the family huddle together as the comet descends.

Ep8 - the valley has survived and the comet has landed out in the sea. Since the waters have yet to return, let's take a trip out there and see what's up with this space rock! They explore and walk over it, able to break off little chunks. It's like a small island, which is true now with the tide rolling back and stranding them out from the shore. Snork ends up rescuing them with a motorboat (it was meant to fly, but he was pressed for time) and they all make it back to safety. The valley is fine, the sea is returning, and Snuf wants to set off on his travels for the winter.

Ep9, Snuf ends up intrigued by Snork's plans for a flying machine and spends time with him, helping and watching it come to fruition. Moomintroll and Little My end up having a contest over who's better suited to woo Snork Maiden that ends with her losing her memories for a bit, but with Snuf's help, they get her back to her usual self. Moomin decides that it's time to let go of that part of his childhood and begins work on the Adventure II

Ep10, Miss Fillyjonk gets invited to a costume ball and everyone decides to go with her. Little My and Snork Maiden get help from Mamma for appropriate dress while Stinky makes an attempt to heist the place by stealing the half finished boat, leading to Moomin chasing him down to get it back. In the very chilly evening, he finds Snuf on his way out. Instead of calling after him, he simply watches Snuf leave and knows they'll see each other again come Spring

Ep11, Winter has arrived and snow covers the valley. Hibernation is interrupted this time by all the small creatures who were displaced by the comet fiasco. Toffle, Mymble, and Ninny all end up crowding Moominhouse while Little My and Mamma do their best to be good hosts. Moomin and Tooticky have some talks about crowds, growing older, and beds that end up too small to fit you anymore. Float the idea of Christmas here.

Ep12, Snuf has made an unexpected return, having forgotten to leave Moomin a note and too embarrassed about it to leave it be. He runs into Little My first, whom he's surprised to see still awake, and she grills him over his devotion to Moomin. (Also Moomin's not home right now so good luck sir.) Snuf drops his letter off, but is reluctant to leave again right away. He's spent too much time here already, but he's homesick nonetheless. In his search for Moomin, he learns that Christmas is happening and everyone's in a tizzy over it. He thinks hard about a gift for Moomin, but has no such luck. Finally, he comes across the big party and spies all the Moomins there. Little My badgers him again, but he stays long enough for a dance with Moomin before Moomin leads him away from the hubbub so they can be alone.

Ep13, it's deep winter and Snuf is leaving again. Moomin runs out to see him off. He ponders for a moment, then hands Moomin his harmonica. A promise. Moomin takes it and wishes him well, then watches him head off. Then he heads back inside to hibernate, but decides against it and instead heads out into the Winter. He spends most of his time practicing on Snuf's harmonica and learning to fish and better fend for himself. He's grown now, an adult. Spring soon comes again and while the rest of the valley wakes to greet it, Moomin sits on the bridge and works out his own tune on Snuf's harmonica. The birds carry it along until we hear Snuf humming along. Moomin hops up and hurries off to greet his friend.

[annzybwrites]

What Do You Get a Mumrik?

Hello!  First, I adore your writing! I first read it on Ao3 but needed to follow you here so I made an account.  I would love to read a short Snufmin fanfic with this prompt: Moomin looking for a birthday gift for Snufkin Kudos ❤️❤️

--Submitted by @xanzusx 

Annzy: Ahh, thank you so much!! I’m glad you enjoy my writing so much that you made a tumblr account, that’s so flattering ;w; I can’t believe I never thought of a birthday gift fic before, but it’s a fantastic idea!! 

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Birthday celebrations in Moominvalley were usually grand affairs. Moominmamma delighted in baking that person’s favorite cake flavor in the shape of either their face or something that represented them, Moomintroll and his friends had a fantastic time decorating the yard for the party (especially if it was themed), and sometimes Moominpappa would make a piñata or a slide if the party was for someone young. Anyone that wanted to come celebrate was invited, so naturally most of the inhabitants of Moominvalley would come, bringing small gifts that they thought the birthday-haver would like. 

There were a few exceptions. They usually didn’t celebrate Stinky’s birthday, if only because the few times they did try to celebrate, Stinky spent the entire night mocking them for their efforts. And they also didn’t make such a big fuss for Snufkin’s birthday, because for the first few years he refused to tell anyone, saying he’d only reveal his birthday if someone guessed the date correctly. He’d always have a big, playful grin on his face whenever the others remembered his little challenge and tried to guess his birthday for an afternoon. 

When Snufkin and Moomin had finally started dating, though, Snorkmaiden felt like the game should end. 

“You have a boyfriend now, Snufkin!” she berated him while they were all spending a lazy day at the beach. “You have to let at least him celebrate your birthday with you!” 

“Is that a rule?” Snufkin was laying on his back next to Moomin, so he turned his head to catch those blue eyes that seemed just as surprised as him. 

“I suppose it would be only fair.” Moomin hummed, "Since you’ve celebrated plenty of my birthdays already.” 

“Yeah!” Little My perked up, running over to climb on top of Snufkin’s chest to stare at him. “I’d love another day where Mamma makes us cake, anyway.” 

“It’s always so delicious!” Sniff agreed, starting to drool from where he lay on his stomach. “Besides, you’d get lots of cool presents, Snufkin!” 

“Oh, you know I don’t really care much for material things.” Snufkin chuckled good naturedly, messing with Little My’s hair bun until she swatted his hand away. “But I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to eat a birthday cake with all of you.” 

“So you’ll tell us your birthday?” Moomin asked, his heart filling up with hope. He didn’t realize how much he wanted to know until just that moment. 

Snufkin turned to smile at him, a mischievous twinkle in his eye as he said, “But I still want you to guess!” 

Snorkmaiden groaned and plopped back down onto the sand, crossing her arms. “You’re hopeless.” 

“Oh, fine, I’ll give you a hint.” Snufkin picked Little My up, setting her down next to him so he could sit up and stretch. “My birthday is in this month of March. That should narrow things down, don’t you think?” 

“I’ll say!” Moomin brightened, sitting up as well so his tail was free to wag a bit. “Hmm... how about --” 

“March 8th!” Sniff guessed. 

“March 12th!” Little My yelled. 

“March 23rd?” Snorkmaiden tried. 

“Nope, nope, and nope!” Snufkin chuckled, tilting his hat up to show off his wide grin. “Wow, you all are really bad at this game.” 

“March 15th?” Moomin guessed, hands clasped together nervously. 

Snufkin straightened in surprise, turning to him with a bright smile. “That’s right, Moomintroll! Congratulations!” 

"Really?” Moomin laughter bubbled out of him as he pulled Snufkin in for a hug. He couldn’t believe he got it right! 

“What does he win?” Sniff had to ask. 

“Well,” Snufkin hummed as he hugged Moomintroll back. “What would you like, my dear?” 

“I never thought of that.” Moomin hummed, pulling away from the hug to tap at his chin in thought. “How about a song?” 

“Moomin!” Snorkmaiden bemoaned, falling onto her back and covering her eyes dramatically with her hand. “You should have asked for a kiss!” 

“Oh!” Moomin felt heat pool into his cheeks as his tail curled around him shyly. Why hadn’t he thought of that? W-well, kisses were meant to be private things, anyway! Not in front of a bunch of people! 

Snufkin chuckled, leaning in to nuzzle Moomin’s snout briefly. “A song it is! How about we walk while I play?” 

It wasn’t long before the small group was up on their feet and headed back to Moominhouse, Snufkin playing a jaunty little tune on his harmonica. Little My was extremely excited and couldn’t wait to tell Mamma that she’ll have to bake another cake very soon, and it was then that Moomin realized Snufkin’s birthday was only ten days away. And once he realized that, a new question presented itself. 

What kind of gift do you get for a mumrik who dislikes material possessions? 

~~~

Moomintroll felt like a wreck for the next week. He couldn’t stop thinking about Snufkin’s birthday, and about how he had absolutely no idea what to get him. He knew he wanted to get Snufkin something that he would actually like, preferably something that he’d be happy to take with him during his travels. 

Anything store-bought was immediately out. Snufkin would consider it a nice little trinket, but not worth carrying around with him all the time. Moomintroll briefly considered learning to knit and making him a nice scarf, but a long night of getting tangled up in the yarn quickly dashed that idea. He thought of drawing him a very nice picture next, perhaps a collage of some of their favorite flowers, but then he remembered how a paper drawing was bound to get ruined from the snow or dirt and would most likely not last the winter. 

Since he was an open-book to everyone that knew him, it didn’t take long for Snufkin to realize why he’d been acting strangely and told him: “You don’t have to get me anything special, Moomintroll. The memories of us together are gift enough for me.” 

While it was a very sweet phrase that made Moomin’s heart swell, a strong part of him still longed to find the perfect gift for his boyfriend. 

He thought of stringing together some stones into a bracelet next, perhaps some red rocks to represent the comet that brought them together in the first place. But he figured that might be too heavy to carry around all the time, and Snufkin had never been one for too many accessories anyway. Then he considered finding a small, little bottle and filling it with sand and sea water, since Snufkin did love the sea so much. But then he worried about the bottle breaking inside his backpack, and that was the last thing he’d want. 

With only three days left till Snufkin’s birthday, Moomintroll lay on his bed after dinner, staring morosely up at the ceiling. He still had no good ideas! And he knew Snufkin wouldn’t love him any less if he didn’t find the perfect gift for him, but he really wanted to show how well he knew his dearest friend in the form of a gift. 

Someone knocked on his bedroom door, shocking him out of his thoughts. “Come in!” 

“Hello, dear.” Moominmamma greeted with a small smile as she walked inside. She closed the door gently before going to sit at the edge of his bed. “Still haven’t thought of a good gift for Snufkin?” 

“No.” Moomin groaned and turned onto his side, curling up a bit as he looked up at his mother. “And anytime I try to ask him questions about what he’d like, he’s intentionally vague or repeats that he only wants memories!” 

“Well, why don’t you just plan a nice memory for him to have then?” Moominmamma suggested. 

“I thought about that, too,” Moomin admitted with a sigh. “But, I don’t know... I just really, really want to get him something that he can carry around. Something light and unobtrusive, maybe even something that he’ll forget about until he sees it in his backpack again, but he can’t help but smile each time he sees it because it’s just so perfect!” 

“Goodness, that’s a tall order.” Moominmamma sighed softly, closing her eyes as she thought. “What if you put down some of his favorite memories into a book for him?” 

"Books are heavy, and easy to ruin.” 

“Well, maybe it’s not a book, then.” 

Moomin’s ear twitched. He sat up, raising a brow at her. “What do you mean?” 

“You’re good at wood-carving, aren’t you dear?” Moominmamma had that small smile on her face as she continued, “You could find a light piece of wood, such as some spruce, and carve something into it.” 

Moomin stared at his mamma for at least a minute, his mind already bursting with possibilities. “You’re a genius, Mamma!” he exclaimed eventually, hugging her tightly before dashing off towards his desk. “I’ll start drawing an outline of what to carve, and tomorrow I’ll find that wood!” 

“Glad I could help.” Moominamma rose to her feet, brushing out her apron and smiling warmly at her son before taking her leave. 

~~~

The day finally arrived, March 15th. The others came over in the morning to put up at least a few decorations for Snufkin, such as paper fish and music notes, and Moominmamma was busy preparing a delightful, frosted spice cake in the shape and color of Snufkin’s tent. 

Moomin decided he wanted to give Snufkin his gift before the party officially started, so that afternoon he invited Snufkin to accompany him on a hike and picnic by the base of the Lonely Mountains. 

“You all really didn’t need to make such a fuss,” Snufkin was saying as they walked. “Really, I don’t need decorations. The cake would’ve been more than enough!” 

“Oh, everyone’s just excited to finally celebrate your birthday, Snufkin!” Moomin reminded him. “It’s been a secret for such a long time. Next year we’ll just have a cake, I promise.” 

“I suppose I can live with that.” Snufkin resigned, squeezing Moomin’s hand gently. “I’m glad you stopped worrying about getting me anything. I missed your smile at the start of the week.” 

“Oh, yes.” Moomin tried not to smile too wide, thinking of the gift he had concealed in the basket on his back. “I’m glad, too.” 

They found a nice, little clearing amidst some flowers, and made quirk work of putting down their blanket and retrieving their jam sandwiches. Conversation was easy, as it always was, trading stories (or making up new ones) and sharing ideas. When they finished eating, Moomin decided to reveal his surprise. 

“I do have one birthday gift for you, actually.” 

“Oh, Moomin.” Snufkin sighed softly, giving a weary smile. “I’ve told you time and time again -- I don’t need anything!” 

“I know, I know! But I think you’ll like this one.” Moomin chewed at his lip, trying not to smile too wide as he pulled out his gift. It was wrapped in old newspaper, and it was small enough to easily fit in the palm of Moomin’s hand. He presented it to Snufkin, who stared at the package in slight surprise. “Please, open it?” 

Snufkin pursed his lips, picking up the small object and again feeling surprised at how light it was. “What is it?” 

“You have to open it to find out, silly.” 

Snufkin gave a laugh at that, bumping his shoulder against Moomin’s before unwrapping it. He soon felt the smoothness of treated wood at his fingertips, and when he was finally able to get a good look at it, his breath hitched. 

It was a little, rounded heart that was just the right width to grip nicely between his thumb and the length of his forefinger. And all around the outline, Moomin had carved a simple pattern that alternated between a comet, a little fish, and a sunflower. On one side, in the middle, lay their initials surrounded by a thinly carved outline of a heart: “S + M” 

“I thought of putting more symbols,” Moomin said after a few moments of Snufkin staring blankly at the heart. “Like falling leaves, and birds, and your harmonica, and, and -- everything that reminded me of you. But, I thought those three would do the trick. And I left one side blank so you could carve into it yourself, if you like. Or, every year for your birthday, I could carve something new into it? If, if you want -- I understand if you don’t really want to keep it for that long--” 

“Moomintroll,” Snufkin breathed, holding the wooden heart tightly to his chest as he stared into those loving, baby blue eyes. “It’s beautiful. I’d be honored to carry this with me.” 

“Really?” Moomin’s ears perked up again, his own hands clasped tightly together in front of his chest. “You’re not just saying that? I know you don’t like to hold onto many things, so it’s all right if --” He stopped talking when he felt a firm kiss against his snout. 

“I love it,” Snufkin whispered, moving closer so he could nuzzle his cheek against Moomin’s. “Almost as much as I love you.” 

Moomin felt as if his heart would burst out of his chest at any moment. He wrapped his arms around Snufkin’s waist, bringing him close and relaxing as Snufkin returned the embrace. 

“It’s a lovely idea, too,” Snufkin added, squeezing him once. “Carving something new into it every year. I would like that.” 

Moomin beamed, his tail wagging loosely as he closed his eyes, enjoying how warm and soft Snufkin felt against him. “Then that’s what I’ll do.” 

“Thank you, Moomintroll.” Snufkin pulled away lightly, only to lean in and give Moomin a brief kiss on the lips. He chuckled lightly when Moomin’s eyes started to spin a little. “Now I need to find you something this special for your birthday.” 

Moomin shook his head a little to clear it, a small grin coming to his face as he teased, “I only need memories.” 

Snufkin snorted and pushed him lightly, laughing loud enough to spook some nearby birds. “All right, I’ll admit I deserved that.”