#but I have something to say again about them having made snufkin too nice from s2 onward

[vimbry-moved]

withdrawn, stoic character having a moment of softness in a fanwork: !!!

withdrawn, stoic character being their usual emotionally unavailable and awkward self in a fanwork: !!!! :)!

[shiftingwitholiver]

Moomin Valley script

(just a heads up, this script is very unstructured.)

my name is Oliver and i’m Snufkin’s person. in the winter we travel south where its warmer, to a place which is basically what i imagine aesthetic Europe to be, where we have a little log cottage in the middle of the forest by a lake.for the rest of the year we’re in moomin valley.i have my black fluffy hair and green eyes and i wear black pants and a dark blue jumper with stars on it like the one in coraline and black boots. i play the violin and guitar and ukulele while snuffkin plays about every instrument under the sun.

moomin mama treats me like a second son,moomin papa lends me books from time to time and i teach moomin about the world and the things i read in books. me and snufkin both accept that we need space and time alone, so we will often go and do separate things or one of us will go to the moomin’s house. we communicate, and we get by without any problems.

under snuffkin’s coat is just a green-brown sweater that’s really really soft and obviously, brown trousers

because we dont have phones or anything my script is just a notebook that no one can find. i can change it through writing or just thinking.

snufkin smells like pine needles and rain and firewood in a nice way. im more of a lavender and oranges boy.

me and snufkin are only like 17-20(aprox. no actual ages) moomin is like 10-11ish (so is snorkmaiden) and the moomin parents are around their late 30s/40s, little my is probably the same age as moomin,maybe a little younger. (none of the ages are pinpointed, i like to think we are all ageless beings but for convenience i thought i would try to think of some rough ones)

heights: snufkin:5’6 me: 5’5 (dont come at me i know i’m short ok) moomin mama: 5,2 moomin papa:5’4 moomin:5’0 little my:4’8 snorkmaiden: 4’11 (i gave them all normal heights instead of little my being like 2 feet tall and snufkin being only 4 feet tall because from my perspective it made more sense)

my hair and everything will always look right and i wont look tired or too pale or icky at any point

scenarios:

one time, we were on a walk along the cliffs together and an unexpected storm came in. it was raining and we were too far from our tent, so we rushed to the moomins’ house. because it was really cold i got a bit ill. we turned up pretty late on their doorstep all wet with me sneezing and shivering. moominmama sat us down and started warming up some soup and told moomin papa to set up 2 beds upstairs. we are given some blankets and soup and moomin mama roots around for some spare clothes. (we left some over just in case) and we get changed and go up to our room, they put up 2 twin beds but we end up pushing them together and falling asleep all tangled together.

moomin mama and moomin papa peek in and are all “oh look at them” “aww” at us. the next day our clothes have dried and we eat breakfast and then moomin comes down and sees we’re here and we have to explain our night to him, then after breakfast we look outside and it’s still too stormy to go home so moomin papa lends me a book and i sit on the couch while snuffkin goes to do something upstairs with moomin.

then around mid-afternoon the sky clears and we go back to our tent and its fine, we lie and cuddle and fall asleep again.

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when theyre explaining that numbty’s aunt is mean and sarcastic one of them pipes up with “ but oliver says he’s sarcastic, and he’s nice” and the grown ups have to explain the difference between sarcastic humor and being mean and how i can be sarcastic in a way thats a joke, but some people only do it in a mean way. which can hurt peoples feelings.

[characteroulette]

DIRECTOR'S CUT! give me the rundown on Lemon Boy!

Oh god uhh. That is three whole chapters lol it's gonna be a bit long oof

Okay so like. The concept started from this Cavetown Album (called Lemon Boy, fittingly) and me singing Lemon Boy to myself one day and going, "huh. Apollo and Snufkin both fit this song. I should do something with that." (I pretty easily spiraled into shipping the two help)

I wanna be ten feet tall!! I wanna grow big red horns!! I wanna eat fire and snow!! And scare everyone!!

Uhh yeah go listen to Ten Feet Tall it's a good song. Very Apollo vibes.

(I love to write to music, if you couldn't tell. Sprinkling in the motifs or imagery of them is like my fave thing to do it's so much fun.)

It is very important to me that you understand that Apollo's love language is to shove. This is my headcanon and I will go to the grave pushing this agenda. XD

The concept of Apollo tracking down one of his old foster caretakers was actually something I came up with while jamming out a different story with Tega. It was a nice little heartbreaking thing to include in Apollo's backstory and so I put it here. Shit's fucked, my boy, I'm sorry.

(Maple and Ginger were purely named for food. Also lesbian couple because idk I will also die on this hill that Apollo is gay and had a lot of gay in his life.)

I am pushing an Agenda and y'all will have to live with it. XD

But for real, I just like the concept of a young Snufkin, not really knowing any other way to console his friend, kissing him first and explaining it after. Snufkin and Apollo can understand each other in a way not a lot of the other kids around them could, so of course they'd also have a bit of a different relationship than those others.

This was also a good setup for the final chapter but it's really the entire reason I wrote this fic, I wanted this scene where Snufkin kisses Apollo and then Apollo pays it forward later in his life.

so uh I wrote the Clay chapter *after* finishing the first and last chapters!! I was originally just not gonna include a Clay segment (he was giving me too much trouble), but then I had a burst of inspiration and slammed it out so hey Clay gets to be in this lol.

Also furthering my Apollo will bite agenda. I love the idea of Apollo not actually getting bullied because he fought back, but getting ignored and avoided actually because, again, he fought back. I think it fits his character pretty well to have that in his background, considering how desperate he is for validation.

Clay is also weird to me. Like, he's such a blank slate for characterisation that I end up not knowing what to do with him half the time and that kinda makes him boring to me. He's only fun because *I* made him fun, which can be nice but like. The Ace Attorney roster is filled with too many good characters for him to stand out at all. Dual Destinies made Clay an important fixture in Apollo's backstory, though, so fuck me I guess.

Finally, Klavier chapter!! I got to start off with Apollo just buying the concert tickets Klavier sent, which as you know is my favourite little detail. Klavier sending these tickets is such an unhinged move but Apollo then buying them without a second thought is just as unhinged, these two are dumbasses and perfect for one another. XD

IT'S ME I'M STILL MAD ABOUT THIS. Phoenix goddamn Wright you cannot make Apollo present two (two!!) pieces of forged evidence and then never apologise for it!!! And then Spirit of Justice rolls around with Dhurke's whole deal and!!! Makes everything worse!!!

I have a whole ten or so rants about how AJ's ending is made worse actually by SoJ's inclusion (because how could Apollo be "too new" to law when he grew up with a literal disgraced defence attorney?? How could he have nothing to say on the poisoned system when he's known Dhurke and Khura'in's whole deal for all his life??? I'm upsetti I am so upsetti about this) but I'll save that for another time >T

I just really like this bit. Absolutely added this scene it does not exist in canon, but. I like Apollo's last line. Maybe one day you won't be such a coward, Klavier. Maybe one day you'll stop running from the truth.

And agh. The whole conversation scene in the lobby is just. Catharsis but not. I ended up playing the comfortable-but-also-not mood the two got stuck in, Apollo reaching out and Klavier dodging his advances (like the coward he is lol) until Klavier finally does accept that offer. I just like their dynamic, two men touched by ruin and reacting to it in vastly different ways. Klavier runs until he sees someone else in need and Apollo reaches out against all of his better instincts. They're my faves <3

*screaming from the rooftops* IT'S ABOUT TRUST!! IT'S ABOUT TRUSTING SOMEONE WHOM YOU SHOULD ABSOLUTELY UNDER NORMAL CIRCUMSTANCES NEVER THINK ABOUT TRUSTING!!! BUT YOU TRUST THEM ANYWAY!! AND THEY TRUST YOU IN RETURN!!! agh

I like the whole scene of them talking outside the car (and fun fact, I have an actual location in mind for them to be at; it's near the Conejo Boulders, which isn't LA whoops but is a view ingrained into my mind), but particularly this bit (of course) --

YEAH KISS!! it's a parallel (or rhyme??) to the one Snufkin gave him in the first chapter!! It's Apollo internalizing that lesson and paying it forward!! Yeah.

The end bit is funny specifically to me. Like yeah Apollo just spent a whole day making out and talking with Klavier and only when Klavier is like, taking care of him (making breakfast) does Apollo go "oh. Shit. I might desire this man romantically." Like lol amazing my fave. XD

ANYWAY YEAH LEMON BOY. I LIKE IT. At some point I'll finish the two sequel stories I've got in the works....

[rainydelaneyy]

From a young age Snufkin knew he wasn't a girl, knew that his body wasn't quite right if it made everyone think he was a girl, eventually he couldn't bear it anymore and came crying to Moominmamma. The big moomin held him in her arms, smoothing down his fluffy hair to sooth him and rocking in her chair.

"What is it, my dear? What has you so upset?"

The poor little mymrik's face was all wet from his tears and some of his hair was sticking to his face. He didn't typically show it when he was distressed, but this was super serious to him.

"Oh Moominmamma, I don't know what's wrong with me! I'm not a girl, but you all think that I am! I don't want you to think I'm a girl, I'm a boy Moominmamma! I'm a boy!" He wasn't angry, he was just incredibly upset with the situation. It wasn't a situation the moomin was familiar with, but it didn't seem too difficult to fix. She kissed his forehead and hummed thoughtfully.

"Well, it will definitely help now that you've told me, darling. Why have you never said anything about it?"

Snufkin wiped his eyes and sniffled "I thought maybe everyone would figure it out without me having to say anything. I didn't know I would have to say it."

Moominmamma helped him wipe his tears and took him to wash up his face with a warm wet rag. "Well now that you've told me, the issue will be resolved. I will make sure to tell Pappa, Sniff and Moomin unless you want to tell them yourself. Oh, and was there another name you'd like to be called? I don't think anyone else has the name Snufkin, so I don't think it would affect anybody's view of you."

He shook his head "There's nothing wrong with my name. I like my name." He said, giving Moominmamma a tired smile. She smiled back at him, scooping him up in her arms and going back out to her chair where they were soon joined by Moomin who she scooped up in her other arm.

"Oh hello Moomin, dear. What woke you?" Mamma asked, smiling as the two almost instantly curled up together.

"Snufkin being gone did, mamma. I heard crying and I saw that she was gone and- What's the matter, Snufkin?" The little moomin didn't know what he'd done, but Snufkin suddenly looked very upset again.

"Well, Moomin, he's just told me that he's a boy and we've had it wrong this whole time. I think you may have hurt his feelings just now, dear."

Moomintroll frowned and buried his snout in Snufkin's hair. "Oh Snufkin, I'm so sorry! Why didn't you tell me?" The gesture was reciprocated by Snufkin pressing his face into the moomin's fluffy neck.

"I thought maybe you would figure it out! Or maybe you wouldn't like me anymore if you found out, and I don't want you to not like me anymore."

Moomin pulled back from him, a shocked look on his face. "Why would that change me liking you? You're my favoritest person in the whole world! Nothing will ever ever change that. Especially not you being a boy." He laughed, rubbing his nose against Snufkin's.

As time went on, things got better, everyone was fairly good about things. Even Moominpappa, who was fairly stubborn and ignorant about everything, got used to it eventually. But then things got bad again as his body and voice started to change. Strangers would call him a girl even more often, and he couldn't stand it. In a fit of rage, he cut off his back length curly hair down to where it barely passed his ears. He thought he'd regret it later, but he actually had grown quite fond of it. He'd also started wearing baggier clothes, but he didn't know what to do beyond that.

On one of their adventures they met Snorkmaiden, who Snufkin was quite silently jealous of at first, as Moomin would often go out of his way to impress her, but one day the two of them ended up being the only ones awake so Snufkin settled for playing with her. She wasn't actually all that bad when Moomin wasn't around flirting with her. Suddenly she seemed upset and started anxiously fiddling with the end of her tail.

"Snufkin, do you think they've noticed that I'm not..that I don't have the right body?"

Snufkin was confused.

"What do you mean?"

She tilted her head at him "I'm like you! Well, except the other way. I'm a girl, but people don't understand that I'm a girl because I don't look enough like a girl snork, or sound enough like one. I've been seeing this nice lady that helps me with it, but sometimes I'm worried it won't be enough."

Snufkin hadn't even noticed anything off, but he also didn't know snork anatomy or assume anything about anyone. He felt comforted by her confiding in him with this information though. "Even if they have noticed, I don't think it matters to them. They like you no matter the body mix-up." He said, making her laugh and smile. She relaxed again and laid back in the flowers, turning her head to look at him.

"You know, I thought you didn't like me. You always seem upset when I'm around."

Snufkin blushed and looked away. Gods this was embarrassing.

"Well- It's- I- Okay. It's just..Moomintroll is always so..show offey in front of you. I don't know why it makes me so upset, but it's like I'm not his favorite person anymore! I guess that's fine if that's how he feels but.." He sighed, his ears drooping. The snorkmaiden gave him a sympathetic look, looking away for a moment before looking back at him.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize...I didn't realize that you were in love with him."

Snufkin turned to look at her so fast he nearly fell. His face was burning red. He hadn't realized it until this moment but she was absolutely right. He was in love with him. He let himself collapse against the wildflowers and clutch the chest of his shirt with his paw.

"Oh goodness I'm in love with him…"

Snorkmaiden looked very confused. "You mean you didn't know you were in love with him?"

Snufkin shook his head "I guess I never really thought about it that hard before...But um, it's okay if he loves you. It may be better even. I know how hard it is on him when I leave, it would only be worse if he loved me."

Years passed and feelings only grew, but he said nothing of them to Moomintroll. Not even when he came in so fast for an embrace he nearly knocked Snufkin over on his first day back that Spring. He was so excited to see them he'd almost forgotten to show them something very important. He waited for the perfect moment at dinner that night to reveal his fresh pair of scars right under his pectorals, and how smooth it was now compared to the lumps that had laid there before.

Everyone was very happy for him and that only made his heart more full, but he still didn't say anything about his feelings. Not even when he and Moomin laid together in his tent that night and the moomintroll traced his scars with his soft furry fingers. Not even when he could have sworn he saw Moomin think about leaning in for a kiss but look away before anything could happen. Not even when the furry beast held him as they went to sleep, or when he was reluctant to part with him in the morning.

He couldn't. It wasn't even just for Moomintroll's sake now, it was for his own too. He could never have the alone time he desired if he desired his dear friend so much more. He hoped one day it would just go away so that they could live on with their lives without the heartache.

Even more time passed, and today he was sure it was the day he had to let go, but his feelings were stronger than ever, making things a bit difficult. It didn't matter though. Moomin had gone and Snufkin didn't know where to, and he must not have cared if he hadn't left a note, so he supposed he was leaving Moominvalley for good this time. But as he finally started to go, Toffle called him over from the coastline about a boat approaching and the sprint he broke into was involuntary.

At first he didn't see what Toffle was talking about and was fairly disappointed, but sure enough, there it was. The Adventure in all her glory, with a singular Moomin aboard and Snufkin knew it was him. He dropped his bag and hat on the grass and ran out to meet him as soon as he was docked, tears forming in his eyes. He gasped and laughed as the moomintroll picked him up and spun him around a few times, causing them to nearly lose balance when he set him back down.

"I'm so sorry I didn't say anything, I didn't know where you were or if I'd see you again before you left, and I was so focused on trying to make Snorkmaiden happy that I totally forgot to write you a note and-" Moomin was cut off by Snufkin suddenly bursting into tears, which was definitely not something he did unless it was a super big deal. "Oh no don't cry-"

"I thought I was never going to see you again! I didn't even know where to look for you and- I thought I was never going to have a chance to tell you that I love you and I would travel alone for the rest of my days."

Moomin held his face in his paws and blushed "Oh I'm so so sorry! I promise I'll never make you feel so helpless again for as long as I'm alive. Oh Snufkin, I've loved you forever, how could you not know that?" He crooned, his tail sticking straight up when his friend kissed him, but it was almost instantly reciprocated. This was it. The moment their lives this far had been leading up to. From that day on there would be no more silent tension, they would finally get to fully enjoy each other's company without overthinking about how the other may not feel the same way, because they knew. From now on, things would be just perfect.

(Or would they? Because perfect doesn't exist and every relationship has conflict even if it's just friendly arguments over silky things, but they're happy. I need to write my whole au and actually develop the story more, but it will exist eventually. Also this took like a minute to write please appreciate it. Also mymrik is my word for the hybrid that he is and either Jox or Mymble named him idk but he had a note with him that was just his name. Not canon, just canon in my stories.)

[studyingmoominvalley]

My analysis of the Moominvalley (2019) season 2 soundtrack

I am skipping songs that are unnecessary, so I’m sorry First Day of My Life, you’re a bop but you just don’t mean shit. You’re happy and upbeat, my analysis is never like this.

Homesick by Cavetown:

Gotta love me some Cavetown, and Robbie’s songs pretty much always have a deeper meaning. SO LET’S LOOK IN!

“My, oh my, the sky's so much bigger than we thought/And I wanna see it all”. This can be from the perspective of someone who wishes to travel, who hasn’t seen the world as much as Snufkin has. So this is a Moomintroll song. He doesn’t know that much about the world, only getting it read to by his Pappa and his memoirs. But for someone as self-confident as Pappa, the world is possibly a lot more than what he lets on. And that is what Moomin wants to know. He wants to start his own adventure, and this is what the end of season 2 and what we have seen of season 3 seems to let on. However, as much as Moomin longs for adventure, he longs for home just as much. This topic is explored in Farewell Snorkmaiden. He has an attachment to anything related to his home or his Mamma that he just can’t start his own free life with Snorkmaiden. Just because he doesn’t want to let his friends go, doesn’t mean he’s ready to leave home. Just because he wants the world, doesn’t mean he’s ready to give up a part of it. He’s having so much fun adventuring, being his own Moomin. But he just can’t be away from home. He’s homesick, as the title suggests.

Something New by girl in red:

LET’S GO LESBIANS LET’S GO! I love me some girl in red too, but this is analysis time, not reviewing.

Moomin longs to travel south with Snufkin. I think pretty much almost all of these songs will be him longing to be free like Snufkin, but this is probably because he’s a gay fucking mess. Lil bitch. Anyway yeah. Moomin longs to travel south with Snufkin. He’s probably, like, trying to find him in the Winter or something because of lyrics like “We’ve only just started, so hold on”, “There’s no looking back now, I’ll stay here” and “I hope to be there someday”. He just wants to be where Snufkin is, see him, travel with him. But he thinks of a place that “looks like a fairytale”, which shows this is all an unrealistic fantasy he wishes to live out. Snufkin needs his alone time, Moomin is just being a gay bastard.

God damn it Made of Stone. I just can’t analyze you. You’re here to guilt trip Moomin, you made me sob in a fake out episode, I love you but there is just no story in you. You’re a sob story, and I love you for it.

Cloudy Eyes by New Ro

Such vibes. Anyway.

Moomin stop being gay. This is a Snufmin song, don’t change my mind, you can’t. Snufkin and Moomin are out of touch in their ways of life, Moomin being attached to home and Snufkin being a wanderer at heart, but yet their connection to each other is still so strong. Despite their differences, they can’t help being attracted to each other. Moomin feels like he’s himself, everything is good, when Snufkin is there with him. He hopes that Snufkin never stops returning to the valley, he hopes nothing changes within Snufkin or their relationship. He makes him feel free. And he wonders if this feeling can last forever.

Change Is Gonna Know My Name you fucking AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

How DARE you be so good in an episode with the WORST moment and WORST representation of Thingumy and Bob! HOW DARE YOU! Sniff better get a proper redemption. He better be friends with Stinky and be gay and do crime! YOU FAILED! YOU FAILED WHERE IT WAS SO EASY TO SUCCEED! GOD DAMN IT! Anyway if you got the hint we’re skipping this one.

Start Again by BOBBi

Gotta say I love this composer name. Lol Bobbie. GAWD DAMMIT BOBBIE. Anyways.

I don’t even need to say this is Snorkmaiden and Moomin, the show already tells us. But BEST FRIENDS?! WHAT IS GUTSY TELLING US?! So, maaaaaaaaybe…

At the end of the episode this is from, they imply a breakup, which is also implied with the use of “best friend” instead of “lover”. The song is about starting again, building up the foundation for them to live together and work on themselves. They don’t need to do this though. They’re picking out the relationship they don’t need and working on it because they feel they want it. The final chorus does prove my analysis a bit.

“Even if it's make believe/Even if I know you're gonna leave/Even if it makes me sad/You are my best friend, we can start again”. Snorkmaiden is aware that this relationship isn’t working. She knows that it won’t stay together and that Moomin is going to leave at some point. But she wants to give him a chance. She has the chance to salvage something that was broken and maybe just fix it into something platonic. He’s her best friend. They can start this again as a new friendship. A new home. They’re building a metaphorical home, a home for their romance to retire and their friendship to heal.

A Place To Call Home by jens

This song is so nice, it makes me happy.

This song is definitely about the lighthouse but I’m not boring am I? I’m pulling out Snufkin. Moominvalley has so many interesting things about it. Secrets, magic, strange people. He travels to and from this place so much that it feels like a place he can call home. Not his real home, but at least one that feels like home and somewhere he can stay for as long as he needs to. He even finds home in the Moomin family. They have their flaws, but it gives them charm. Especially Moomin. He’d rather not call anywhere else his home, this is his place to call home.

Cloudy by Vilma Alina

Fucking C L O U D Y! I love this soundtrack so much istg.

Yep. November in Moominvalley. Snufkin longing for the Moomin family, mainly Moomin. The world feels right with them around, but it feels wrong without them. Now he’s stuck with these weird ass people. But Toft is there too and we love them so I guess it isn’t too bad.

That’s my analysis! Now to wait for season 3!!!

[annzybwrites]

Rainy Days

Anonymous: u asked for fluffy snufmin prompts and I’m here to deliver!:) it’s cold and rainy and gross out so moomin convinces snufkin to stay in at moominhouse. snufkin tries to teach moomin how to play an instrument and moomin tries to teach him how to bake smth. they’re both bad at the thing which the other finds adorable <3

Annzy: I am so sorry this took so long, but I hope there’s enough fluff <3 

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“Snufkin, can you put aside your pride for one second?” Moomin wasn’t sure if he was scolding or pleading with his boyfriend at this point. All he knew was that it had been raining for the past two days, and Snufkin had to keep moving his tent to higher and higher ground to avoid the mud, and really things would be so much simpler if he would just come stay in Moominhouse until the rain cleared up. 

“This is the last rainy day,” Snufkin argued, rolling up his tent while Moomin held an umbrella over them. “I can feel it.” 

“You said that yesterday.” 

“That was yesterday.” 

“Just come inside!” Moomin pulled at the skin underneath one of his eyes. “If today really is the last rainy day, then staying in a nice, warm, dry house until it clears up would be best. And then we can go worm hunting as soon as the rain stops!” 

Snufkin hummed, fixing his tent to the top of his pack before looking at Moomin with a small smile on his lips. “Trying to butter me up?” 

“More like trying to resist throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you to Moominhouse.” 

Snufkin laughed at that, swinging his backpack on with a small sigh. “All right, you’ve won me over.” 

“Finally!” Moomin groaned, snatching Snufkin’s hand and starting to lead him off before he could change his mind. 

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Moominmamma wasn’t usually too strict when it came to messes and dirt. But at the sight of Snufkin with dried mud in his hair, on his legs, and stuck on the ends of his tunic, she insisted he take a warm bath while she washed out his clothes for him. Thankfully they had a worn-in outfit that Snufkin considered acceptable to wear for brief periods; a plain, mustard yellow, cotton frock. 

“It’s so weird to see you in anything other than green,” Moomin commented when Snufkin entered his room. He’d spent the time idly doodling some flowers, but he was happy to put it away for awhile. 

“Is it?” Snufkin brushed out the fabric, chuckling a little. “How would I look in red?” 

“I can’t even imagine,” Moomin shook his head, happily padding over with a smile. “Well, what should we do for our rainy day adventure? Play a board game? Act out scenes from a book? Oh! Let’s bake something!” 

“Bake?” Snufkin was already looking forward to whatever sweets Moomin was in the mood for. He’d become quite a fantastic baker over the years.  

“Yes!” Moomin was already walking out of his room and down the stairs. “I can show you how to make a rhubarb pie!”  

“Oh…” Snufkin hesitantly followed him down the stairs. “Aren’t pies rather hard to make?” 

“Maybe at first,” Moomin admitted. “But I’d say they just take more time. Especially if you want the lattice covering on top, but it just looks cuter, don’t you think?” 

“If you say so.” Snufkin tried not to feel too nervous. If it was a rhubarb pie, he could just help prepare the filling and let Moomin worry about the rest. He absolutely hated working with pastry dough; it always turned out lumpy and stuck to his hands or his utensils whenever he tried. 

At first his plan worked out well; Snufkin washed and cut the rhubarb while Moomin started mixing the flour, sugar, and butter together into a nice, large ball of dough. But once Snufkin was done preparing the rhubarb, Moomin called him over to the table, insisting, “Rolling out the dough into a big circle is the best part.”

“Oh, is it?” Snufkin kept a smile on his face despite his heart leaping into his throat. 

“Oh yes!” Moomin separated the ball into two, smaller spheres, handing one to Snufkin. “I’ll let you use the rolling pin; a little easier than using your hands.” 

“I’m sure.”  Snufkin nodded, acting like he knew what he was doing as Moomin handed him the rolling pin. He stared down at his ball of dough, noticing out of the corner of his eye that Moomin was already making good progress with flattening out his own ball with his hands. With a deep breath, he pressed the pin into the center and started rolling, hoping it would work out and that he wouldn’t look like a goon. 

He should have known that was too much to hope for. 

With each new roll, more and more of the dough started sticking to the pin, and Snufkin was quickly becoming frustrated with just how often he had to peel it off and lay it back down on the table. “A little easier than using your hands” indeed. He was so absorbed with his struggle that he didn’t realize Moomin had already finished flattening and rounding his ball of dough. 

“Snufkin.” Moomin was clearly amused, and when Snufkin turned to look he saw a playful gleam in those baby blue eyes. “Need some help?” 

“Oh, no.” Snufkin shook his head, trying to roll out the dough fast, hoping it wouldn’t stick. No such luck; if anything that made it worse. “I have it all under control, thank you.” 

“Ah, I see.” Moomin nodded, obviously stifling a large grin. “Then I’ll start mixing the filling together while you finish… that.”

“Yes, I’d appreciate it.” 

Moomin nodded, chuckling a little as he began gathering spices from the cabinets. Snufkin watched him for a moment to make sure he wasn’t looking before returning to the menacing pastry. The dough looked more like a lumpy, cracked plate rather than a nice circle, so he began rolling it into a ball again before starting over. He put the rolling pin aside before digging in with his hands, since that had seemed to work for Moomintroll just fine. Except, just like before, all that ended up happening was the dough sticking to his hands rather than the rolling pin. 

“How’s it going?” 

Snufkin felt the fur on his back stand on end as he turned to look at his grinning boyfriend. “It’s going.” 

Moomin chuckled, tactfully sliding the flour to him. “A little of this should take care of that stickiness you’re struggling with.” 

“Right, of course.” Snufkin tried to smile nonchalantly, hoping his cheeks weren’t red as he reached for the flour. A little sprinkle later, and the dough was finally behaving properly. Now all he had to deal with was the fact that he was apparently incapable of flattening it evenly; some parts were thin as paper while others were little, thick pockets. 

Snufkin bristled when he heard Moomin start to laugh, and he quickly turned to glare softly. “You’re enjoying my suffering?” 

“Sorry!” Moomin covered his mouth, shoulders shaking with his laughter. “It’s just such a rare sight to see you like this.” 

“Like what?” 

“Like…” Moomin paused, trying to think of the best way to word this. “Like someone who doesn’t know everything?” 

“I never claimed to know everything—” 

“But you do act like it sometimes,” Moomin pointed out, grinning wider. “With all your grand stories and wise words. I’m just saying, it’s nice to see you failing at something.” 

Snufkin pouted at him, certain his cheeks were at least pink as Moomin continued laughing at him. “What use is dough-making for a tramp?” 

Moomin shrugged, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Snufkin’s cheek as he pushed his hands away from the dough. “Just let me take care of this, all right? You can be adorable somewhere else.” 

Snufkin tensed up from the casual way Moomin said that, a warm shiver running down his spine. “What, you—my struggling is adorable?” 

“Very much so, actually.” Moomin was thoroughly enjoying himself as he rounded the dough for the third time that afternoon, picking up the rolling pin and humming away as he easily levelled it into a perfect, little circle. “And there we go.” Moomin grinned at him again, pointing towards the counter. “Can you get me a knife so I can cut out the lattice?” 

Snufkin huffed quietly, stepping over to fetch him his knife while embarrassment sat heavy in his stomach. He really didn’t like looking like a fool, but at least it was only Moomintroll who saw. And to be called adorable on top of it all! How completely undignified. 

“Thank you, Snufkin.” Moomin beamed as he took the knife from him. “And just so you know, you look even more adorable with that pout on your lips.” 

Snufkin was sure his entire face was red as he covered his mouth with his hand. “I am not pouting.” 

“Oh, you’re not?” 

“Absolutely. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll be in the living room.” Mamma could use some company as she knitted, anyway. 

~~~

The pie turned out beautifully, and the whole family came to the kitchen to enjoy it. Pappa complimented them on their perfect, flaky crust, and Moomin couldn’t help but laugh a little until Snufkin gave him a look. He didn’t say anything, of course; he didn’t want to embarrass Snufkin. No, he’d rather keep the image of Snufkin glaring down at the dough with flushed cheeks and a frustrated pout all to himself. Maybe he’d try and sketch it out later in his journal, just for posterity’s sake. 

It was still raining after they finished their rhubarb snack, so Moomin and Snufkin went up to his room to stare out across the cloudy skies and damp valley. 

“What should we do now?” Moomin asked. 

“Hm.” Snufkin tapped his fingers twice against the windowsill before pushing himself towards his pack. “Let’s make some music. Rainy weather is perfect to compose to.” 

Moomin brightened, happily going to sit on his bed. “I do love your songs.” And it would be so exciting to hear him compose something in real time! 

“I’m glad.” Snufkin pulled out his trusty harmonica before going to sit next to him on the bed. He blew through it once, as if to check to make sure it still worked, and then he began to play. Short, brisk notes, as if to imitate the pitter-patter of the rain, but sudden and loud enough to make Moomin’s ears twitch occasionally. He stopped after a few moments, turning to Moomintroll with a small grin of his own. “Actually, would you like to learn how to play?” 

“Me?” Moomin’s eyes widened as he pointed to himself. “Oh, I don’t know how good I’d be.” 

“Give it a try.” Snufkin handed the instrument over. “Can’t be any worse than me with pie dough.” 

Moomin couldn’t help but laugh at that, covering his mouth again as he did. He was glad that Snufkin wasn’t too sore about earlier; he’d wondered if he’d gone a bit far with his teasing. “You have a point.” He took the harmonica, simply staring at it for a few moments before blowing into it experimentally. It was surprising how loud it was, but he supposed it was bound to sound louder to the one playing it. 

Snufkin began trying to explain two different ways to isolate one note on the harmonica. One involved puckering your lips into a small oval shape, while the other involved using your tongue to block some of the other holes. 

“You put your tongue on this thing?” Moomin interrupted. 

“Sometimes.” Snufkin shrugged. “To get a certain sound. It makes it easier to add in or take away chords, too.” 

“And you’re sure you want me to play this?” 

“You’re clean enough, aren’t you?” 

“That’s not really the point.” 

“I don’t mind, Moomintroll.” Snufkin shook his head, a fond smile on his face. “Go on, try and play something. Just search until you find the note you want.” 

“All right.” Moomin swallowed nervously, staring into the daunting holes of the harmonica before holding it up to his puckered lips and giving a cautious blow. It did take a bit of practice to play just one note, and whenever he tried to find a new one he found all sorts of unpleasant sounds coming out of the instrument before he got to where he wanted. After only a few minutes, his mouth was already starting to hurt and he stopped to rub at his lips. 

“How do you play this for hours?” 

Snufkin laughed, taking the harmonica back as he explained, “Well, for one thing, you were moving your mouth too much. You should move the instrument with your hands, not your lips.” 

“Oooh.” Moomin groaned. “That makes sense.” 

Snufkin chuckled for a bit longer, wiping the instrument down once with his sleeve. “I know what you meant earlier now,” he spoke up, eyes twinkling with mischief as he teased, “You also look adorable when you’re struggling.” 

Moomin felt his fur stand on end as heat travelled down his body. “Oh, hush.” Moomin gently pushed at his shoulder, smiling a little at the joyful laugh that came out of Snufkin’s mouth. “Let’s just agree that we’re both adorable, all right?” 

Snufkin paused for a moment, thinking that over. “Only if you agree that you’re the most adorable, being so large and fluffy.” 

Moomin snorted, leaning in to nuzzle Snufkin’s forehead. “Deal.” 

[e7y1]

When you disappear (Invisible Snufkin)

7) Valley fever

(Links at the end of the chapter.)

Snufkin over the next few days has seemed a lot weaker or noisier in ways one does not hope for.

Many a time The Joxter would wake up in the night to hear Snufkin sneezing or coughing but if he ever tries to help, Snufkin would just pull the blanket over his head, not wanting to be an issue.

One morning Snufkin looked down at his hands to see them fading again. He quickly shoved them in his pockets while feeling dread. Joxter was so happy about his hands being visible and he was messing that up.

He really is just being a problem isn't he?

....

Snufkin and Joxter slowly made their way down a trail in the woods when Snufkin started stumbling and swaying.

"...Hey, are you alright?"

Snufkin paused for a moment before nodding... and falling over.

Joxter quickly caught Snufkin before he could hit the ground. "I don't think you actually are alright."

Snufkin leaned against Joxter and slowly shook his head.

Joxter winced; what does this no mean? He gently scooped Snufkin up. "Come on, we're getting you help."

Snufkin shook his head again.

"Hey, I told your mother I would take you to Moominmamma if you got sick and that is exactly what I am doing."

Snufkin wanted to refuse but he didn't want to press anything.

Joxter shifted Snufkin into a more comfortable position before continuing down the trail. As they went along Joxter would look around them, seeing how the area was green and slowly flowering, just as an early spring should be.

"Moominmamma and papa should be out of their hibernation by now; Moomintroll too."

Snufkin has noticed how Joxter talks about the Moomins a lot. As far as he could gather from all of the little stories or comments he's heard, Moominpapa and Joxter used to be good friends who would travel around together until Joxter met Mymble. He and his adventuring friends would live in the valley together until Mymble moved on with her kids which reminded Joxter how much of a wandering spirit he was himself. He invited Moominpapa to come along but he had recently himself come across a wonderful Snorkmaiden who became his wife. Those two eventually had Moomintroll around when Joxter left the valley.

Joxter has seemed excited to see his old friends again, though he had been hoping under better circumstances.

....

After an hours walk where Snufkin had been dozing in and out of consciousness, the two arrived in what Joxter said to be Moominvalley.

The valley was very green and big. There were trees scattered about and a river that cut through the valley. Coming out from the forest there was a path leading over a bridge and up a hill to a house that looked vaguely like a blue lighthouse though there was no light at the top.

Snufkin tried to get down but Joxter held onto the boy who then crossed his arms.

"I'll let you down when I think you would be alright."

Snufkin huffed and looked down at his smock.

Joxter walked up to the door and knocked nice and loud which lead to the sounds of Moomins inside calling out that they will get it.

After a few short moments a Moomin in a red and white striped apron tied around her waist opened the door. "Hello Joxter. It certainly has been a while hasn't it."

Joxter nodded with a smile. "It really has Moominmamma."

"Would you come in? I'll have tea ready in just a moment." Moominmamma stepped out of the way to let the two in.

Joxter stepped in. "I would love tea but Snufkin here..."

Moominmamma looked at the invisible child in Joxter's arms. If Snufkin could blush now would be the time he would... if he wasn't already red from fever.

"Oh the poor child. I'll see what my grannie's book has on this."

"With all due respect Mama, do you think you have something on colds? Snuffy being invisible is an issue but, he seems to be sick."

Snufkin once again tried to climb out of Joxter's arms and so Joxter sat him on the couch. Snufkin decided then to try to stand up but stopped after a coughing fit over took him.

Moominmamma frowned. "I'll get right on it, and some tea. That should at least help with his throat."

Snufkin nodded while the Joxter smiled appreciatively. "Thank you so much."

"Of course." Moominmamma went into the kitchen just as another Moomin in a top hat descended down the stairs.

"My, is that my old friend I hear?"

Joxter grinned as he looked at the Moomin. "Moominpapa it's so good to see you!" The two shared a quick embrace before stepping back. "You seem to be doing well old friend."

Moominpapa gave a quick nod. "Yes, my memoir is going quite smoothly. I'd call Moomintroll to come see you but he is out with his friend Sniff and Little My."

Snufkin moved himself to the corner of the couch and listened. He kept hearing more and more names and he certainly remembered Little My. How many people were here?

Joxter glanced back at his son for a moment. "It's fine. I'm not going to stop him from playing with his friends or anything. They should have their own adventures."

Moominpapa curtly nodded. "Exactly! Adventures are what make life rich! It's what creates the stories that are so fun to tell!"

"Yes because all the stories do have all of those details." Joxter smiled with an eye-roll.

Moominpapa laughed before noticing the floating hat on the couch and so walked around it. "And who might you be?"

Snufkin looked up at Joxter who answered. "This is my son Snufkin. He joined me on my adventures this time around didn't you Snufkin?"

Snufkin nodded.

"Ah so you two must have many tales to tell then."

Snufkin considered for a moment before nodding again.

"We came by the Groke again." Joxter seemed to speak solemnly, as if saying her name would send a chill down anyone's spine. It certainly did for Moominpapa.

"The Groke? I didn't realize she was around these parts now."

"Just about three days walk, though she may be farther now."

This was about when Moominmamma returned with some tea that she handed to Snufkin and Joxter who thanked her in their respective ways.

As Snufkin sipped his tea, Joxter frowned at the sight of Snufkin's hands. He could have sworn Snufkin was getting better but...

"Joxter?"

The man looked up Moominmamma.

"Granny's book has infallible cures for Snufkin if you would want to help with them?"

"I- Of course mamma. I'll be right back Snuffy." Joxter swiftly followed Moominmamma into the kitchen.

Snufkin nodded but that nickname was seriously getting irritating.

Not too long after, the front door swung open revealing a shorter Moomin.

"Papa? Did-" The young Moomin looked over at the invisible child on the couch who gave a short wave.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading this! This is really fun to write and just, thank you!

First: https://e7y1.tumblr.com/post/184668166579/when-you-disappear-invisible-snufkin Last: https://e7y1.tumblr.com/post/189118879496/when-you-disappear-invisible-snufkin Next: TBA

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top ten tagged by @linkspooky 🍊 explanations under the cut! sorry for rambling xo → rules: name your top ten favourite characters from ten different fandoms, and then tag ten people - @osomanga @kara-suno @anonimarevolts @zeninmaki @wildbishonen @shysheeperz @tkmewthyou @kaldurlenn @joxterism @marshmallowdonutsprinkles

snufkin okay so he’s the only one not from an anime or manga but i had to put him on bc he’s the most important fictional character to me, ever. i grew up watching the moomin cartoons in the 90s and thinking about it instantly calms me down - they used to air the episodes early in the morning when it would still be dark outside: the landscapes were moody and cosy, the characters were so softly spoken and articulate... it’s just peak nostalgia. anyway, snufkin is moomin’s best friend; he returns to moominvalley every year to be with his friends during the spring and says his goodbyes to go adventure again come winter. it upsets moomin when he leaves but snufkin is adamant that quiet and solitude are important and healthy, and it’s not fair to expect him to compromise on his independence - that made a really big impact on me as a kid, especially as someone who never really had their ‘own’ space (twinsies). relationships aren’t weakened by physical distance or time, they’re about communication and understanding. that was important too. i don’t think i realised just how influential it had been until i was an adult but snufkin is an anarchist. he first shows up in the comics when moomin and sniff are talking about opening a bank - he tells them they should plant fruit trees instead. he destroys private property and rescues orphans, he refuses to participate in things that don’t bring him joy. when he’s asked where home is, he replies, “nowhere. or everywhere! it depends how you look at it” - the whole world belongs to him, and the whole world belongs to everyone else too.

yomo renji in general, i like characters that trudge along in the background and do the nitty-gritty work that supports the main story. i like people like that irl too. more than anything else, yomo is desperate to form human connections, even though he’s shackled by self-doubt and self-loathing. he just wants to positively contribute to a community, thinking he’s most useful keeping a quiet eye on people who might need protection/guidance (while still giving them space to grow and act themselves) or foraging for human corpses so that others aren’t in danger or moral anguish doing it for themselves.

bird boy is a total weapon - “the perfect ghoul” - and you’re reminded over and over again but a lot of his growth is about rejecting violence and repurposing his power as something productive that he can use to help the people around him instead of hurting people (the yang to uta’s yin). in the first few chapters, he says he kills humans (he’s a ghoul, humans are food, it’s natural) and yet he’s consistently framed as a scavenger who seeks out ‘roadkill’ [suicide victims] for sustenance, even before coming to anteiku, and implements a system so other people can do the same.

suguru getou i was originally gonna say meg bc i love him but, having just finished The Flashback Arc, i can’t stop thinking about getou and i’m beyond impressed with how akutami has managed to ground him so well, so sympathetically. getou is the sick, warped darkness to the hopeful light that gojou commands but... in an uncomfortable twist, the reverse is true, kind of.

actually, gojou is arrogant and confrontational and hyper individualistic. he’s a dissident. getou is obedient, compassionate, self-aware... he has a sense of social responsibility and passionately believes that his skills should be used to protect those who can’t protect themselves - non-jujutsu sorcerers - and all of the suffering he endures as a result is worth that. idk if others are reading his downfall differently but, from where i’m standing, that overwhelming responsibility never goes away, he doesn’t give up on it - he just starts to view the social landscape differently and begins to see how jujutsu sorcerers are vilified and mistreated in spite of all the good that they do. the ‘weak’ aren’t really weak when they’re able to organise and assert collective power over a minority, and so his sympathies shift.

the nail in the coffin for getou is learning that the hurt and pain could be eradicted from the world by cutting the head of the proverbial snake: non-jujutsu users generate cursed energy, so get rid of non-jujutsu users and cursed energy won’t be generated. it’s all horribly, weirdly rooted in good intentions that weigh him down and misdirect him.  shinazugawa genya i feel like the bond that slowly starts to develop betwen tanjirou, and zenitsu and inosuke (in particular) is nicely foiled by genya’s lonely journey towards becoming a pillar. after losing almost all of his family and having sanemi walk away, genya is angry, antisocial, rude, violent, evasive...

he’s characterised as competitive, as if he hates his peers and wants to leave them in the dust as an act of self-satisfaction, a power fantasy or whenever, but this is a deliberate misdirection to cover for the fact that he’s scrambling to be a pillar so that he can reconnect with his brother and prove to him that he can protect himself; that sanemi doesn’t need to shoulder everything alone like he used to. his entire goal is an act of apology.

and in a story where so many characters are able to hone these exceptional skills, genya is uniquely disadvantaged as the only one who can’t master breathing techniques. rather than having a hero moment and powering up, his need to reconnect with sanemi is so strong that he essentially decides to compromise his humanity and become a kind of monster by ingesting the demons he’s pledged to annihilate. amajiki tamaki i wish i had a a longer explanation for this one but it’s actually super simple: tamaki is a really, really, really good portrayal of a person burdened with severe anxiety. the way he physically carries himself, the way he hides his face, his manner of speaking, his dependency on his mirio, how he interprets compliments as trickery, how he needs to be pushed and pushed and pushed before he’s finally able to release his potential... every single scene with tamaki felt deeply personal when i was reading bnha and i knew exactly what he was supposed to be feeling. shinmon benimaru sometimes good, nice people don’t fit a little friendly mould and i like that benimaru is hostile and rough and antisocial, even with people he cares about. he doesn’t expect anything of people, he doesn’t want them interfering with him, and he wants to help and support them all the same because he believes in community. he’s completely oppositional to the special fire force because he thinks it’s a tool to pursue an ideology rather than to protect people, which is why it’s so important when the eighth are finally able to win his approval - they become the only company the seventh consider allies, and it’s proof that their objectives are righteous. despite his reputation as... kind of a nuisance, his skill is acknowledged by everyone and he’s universally regarded as the strongest fire soldier there is. in spite of his antisocial attitude, he agrees that it’s important to share that with younger fire soldiers - he’s incredibly patient and understanding with them, helps them to individually adapt. the way he (and others in company seven) operate in contrast to the other companies when fighting infernals is really cool to me for two reasons: (1) it provides a commentary on how cultures and traditions often struggle to survive when they’re systematically (forcefully) replaced through power and wealth - although the subtext is a little troubling because it’s unclear whether ōkubo is conflating multiculturalism with globalisation which, uh, big nope; and (2) philosophically speaking, the approach to death is interesting. where the other companies essentially perform last rites and offer absolution to the deceased, benimaru personally takes responsibility - at the request of the people in his district - for sending them off in huge public display, kind of like a festival intending to celebrate their life. i think it speaks to how profoundly he values life. akihiko kaji i liked akihiko from the beginning because he’s stoic and introspective and also excitable and dumb. he’s a people watcher and waits for opportunities to softly guide uenoyama and mafuyu when they’re quietly crying out for help but doesn’t interfere any more than he thinks is necessary because he knows they can make their own way to where they need to go. i liked akihiko even more when he got really fucking messy. his relationship with ugetsu is sweet and it’s incredibly ugly and unhealthy because they both fail utterly to communicate with one another - they’re both to blame for avoiding and hurting each other, and i think that’s a really normal issue that people find difficult to overcome. i’m super interested (and really nervous) to see how his relationship with haruki develops. he’s done some horrible things to haruki and i want him to be accountable for those things and have them affect their relationship in a realistic way.

tanigaki genjirou one thing i really, really love about golden kamuy is the way noda satoru incorporates the importance of minority cultures into the story, and tanigaki’s apparent abandonment of his matagi heritage is really beautifully written. matagi hunting traditions shaped his life as a young man, it’s how he was able to really assimilate to the people around him and form relationships and - without getting too spoilery - he divorces himself from it all when he’s overcome by grief and hatches a plan for revenge against the person responsible. so, by allowing himself to surrender to negative feelings and thoughts instead of seeking support and learning to heal from what happened, he becomes a total shadow of himself. 

makimura takeshi i know i’ve gushed about it before but i can’t properly explain just how incredible it felt seeing an asexual character in manga dialogue about being asexual, and devils’ line does it twice. the reason i’m so attached to makimura in particular is because he doesn’t seem to have fully figured it out - and he’s kinda... comfortable with that. he wants to be with someone and he wants to be monogamous but he can’t understand why he doesn’t feel sexual desire towards her; he knows his feelings aren’t platonic but doesn’t know whether they can really be called romantic either.

not to go dark mode but i very vividly remember just how lonely and horrifying it was battling with those uncertainties when i was a teenager, thinking i was broken because i didn’t have Normal Human Feelings and needed to be fixed. i was so worried about it that i thought about all the boys i knew, picked the one i thought was the nicest and actively tried to develop a crush on him. it was dumb as fuck but, ten years later, i realise it was really desperate and sad too. i forced myself to have ~my first kiss~ (it was horrible) because i felt like i was getting left behind and i think i would’ve put myself in worse situations as i got older if i hadn’t suffered with such bad social anxiety.

i hadn’t really thought too much about a lot of this stuff for yeaaars but it all came flooding back when i was reading devils’ line. it was bittersweet bc i was remembering all of those shitty feelings but also watching this character grapple with those same questions and go: i don’t know yet and that’s not weird, let’s just grow with it. i still don’t totally know whether i’m ace or aro or bi, or whatever, but i’m trying to be okay with just... not knowing.

misora shuuji anyway, devils’ line isn’t actually a manga with a specific focus on sexuality and gender but shimanami tasogare is and all of the characters are written beautifully. if you haven’t read it yet... then why haven’t you read it yet? misora is only about twelve years old and watching them battle with their growing pains is really compelling - they’re closeted but, through the lounge, they have somewhere to explore their gender and all the questions they have about it. they’re amab and present as traditionally feminine wrt clothes, wigs, makeup, etc. but can’t quite tell if they see themselves as a girl, a boy or non-binary.

with the onset of puberty and anxieties about physical changes to their body, misora’s story puts a lot of emphasis on the pressure they face to just ‘make up their mind’ about something that’s actually incredibly complex and doesn’t have any easy answers. they snap and shout and get upset, especially when tasuku (the protag) tries to push them into a corner because he wants a concrete label or identity he can attach to misora, even though space is exactly what misora needs.

[7official7moose7]

The mystery of Snufkin's hiccups//Snufmin fanfic

It was early spring, and Snufkin had just returned from his winter travels. Thhme air was warm, the birds were singing and flowers were blooming. *Undertale ref*

But, this spring, Snufkin was very excited to return to Moominvalley. "This spring will be the one," He said aloud to himself as he walked, "The one where I finally tell Moomintroll-"

"Hic!"

Snufkin stopped in his tracks. What was that sound?

He felt an odd tickle in the back of his throat, and a heaviness in his chest.

"Hic!"

The Mumrik startled at the peculiar noise. What is this? Why am I making this noise?

You see, Snufkin had only once had a case of the hiccups before, and he was very small, so he mustn't have remembered.

"No matter, I'm sure it's -hic!- nothing." The Mumrik assured himself, and continued on his way to Moominvalley.

...

"Mama, can I go now?" Moomin asked, having just finished stuffing the rest of his pancakes into his mouth and rushing to put his plate in the sink.

"Yes, dear, but don't forget your lunch," She chuckled, pointing to the brown bag on the end of the table. "And when you see him, tell Snufkin that Moominpappa and I welcome him back."

Moomin nodded vigorously. "Yes, mama!" And with that, he grabbed the bag and zoomed out the door.

Moomintroll sat on the bridge with his lunch and watched the river stream. The little fish swam with it, usually in groups of two or three. Oh, Snufkin..

But just as Moomin was about to get up, he heard the sweet melody of a new spring tune. It flowed smooth and slick like the river stream, and from the bushes emerged a pointy green hat and beautiful hazel eyes.

Snufkin had finally arrived in Moominvalley.

And as he was nearing the end of his song, the Mumrik looked to Moomintroll, and-

"Hic!"

Snufkin dropped his harmonica. Moomin raised a brow.

"Ah, sorry," Snufkin smiled sheepishly and picked it back up with another "hic!".

The Mumrik walked up to the bridge and sat on the rail. "Hic!"

Moomin looked puzzled, but smiled and threw his arms around Snufkin. "I'm so glad you're back! I missed you so much! Mama and Pappa welcome you back, too." He said. Snufkin blushed and smiled, returning the hug. "As d-hic!- did I. Tell them thank -hic!- you for me, will you?"

Goodness, he thought, this is starting to get annoying.

They ended the hug and Moomin leaned back on the rail, still smiling. "It sounds like you have a case of the hiccups," He giggled. Snufkin raised a brow this time. "A what?" He asked. Moomin looked up at him. "You don't know what hiccups are?" He said. The Mumrik shook his head. Moomin looked surprised for a second, and then started to explain.

"A hiccup is.. Um... Well, I don't really know. It's a sound someone makes when they eat too fast, or when they drink too much apple cider. Or when they get nervous."

Snufkin nodded. Perhaps that was it. Maybe he was in such a rush to get there this morning that he ate his breakfast too quickly. Or was he nervous about something? Well, he did remember being a bit hesitant to do something when he got to Moominvalley, but Snufkin couldn't put a paw on it. Perhaps he forgot.

"Sometimes they go away on their own," Moomin continued, "Or sometimes you have to force them to leave."

Snufkin smiled. "And how do you make them leave?" He asked, looking down to Moomintroll. "Simple. Drink a glass of water, stand on your head, hold your breath, being tickled and getting jumpscared."

Snufkin blinked. "All in one -hic!- sitting?" He asked, astonished. Moomin giggled again. "No, silly! Those are just different ways!"

Suddenly, the two heard footsteps behind them.

"Different ways for what?" Little My asked. She looked over to the Mumrik. "Oh, hello Snufkin." She said.

"Hello -hic!- Little My," He responded.

The little Mymble made an "oh" Face and nodded. "Snorkmaiden! Sniff! You can come out now!" She called, and both of them emerged from behind Moominhouse and raced over.

"Snufkin has the hiccups," She told them. They also made the "oh" Expression and looked to him. He hiccuped again.

"Well, what are we waiting for? They have to be cured immediately!" Snorkmaiden remarked.

"Okay then, what shall we try first?" Snufkin asked, looking among them and jumping off the rail.

"We could just take your diaphragm out," Sniff suggested. "No, Sniff!" Moomin gasped.

"What? I was just saying!" He exclaimed. Little My shook her head. "Let's try headstands first."

...

So, the gang went down to the beach and found a good spot.

"Okay, on the count of three!" Moomin said as everyone got into position.

"One, two, three!"

They all jumped onto their heads and stood. Every one was quiet for a moment, until Snorkmaiden said, "Hey, I think it wor-"

"Hic!"

Snufkin fell onto his back with a grumble. "Aw," Snorkmaiden said.

"Don't worry, Snufkin. We still have so many options!" Sniff said, helping him up as the others stood up right. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll get rid of them." Moomin followed.

"Now what?" Little My asked, looking to the Mumrik. He pondered a bit.

"How about we try a glass of water? It's hot out here, and I'm already a bit thirsty."

And with that, they headed back to Moominhouse.

...

While Snorkmaiden got the water, Little My, Sniff, Snufkin and Moomintroll sat outside and talked.

"Does it hurt when you hiccup, Snufkin?" Sniff asked. Snufkin shrugged. "Sort of."

Little My clicked her fingers. "That's it! If none of these treatments work, we'll beat it out of you!" She exclaimed. Snufkin made a face. "I-I don't th-hic!- think I like that idea," He said. Moomin laughed. "Little My, you wouldn't hurt your little brother on purpose, everyone knows that." Little My nodded. "True."

"Okay, I'm back with the water!" Snorkmaiden called, running as fast as she could without spilling it. "It's nice and cold, so it should work." She panted, handing the glass to Snufkin. He hiccuped and looked over to Moomintroll. He nodded, and Snufkin looked back down at the glass.

"Well? Come on, the sooner we get rid of them, the sooner we can play!" Little My pushed. Snufkin gave her a glance, and began to gulp the cold water down. But, halfway through, he hiccuped again.

The water splashed all over his face and clothes, and he began to cough profoundly. He sat the glass down as Moomin began patting his back.

"Thank y-hic!- you, Moomin, I'm alright." He said in a raspy voice.

"Well, that didn't work either," Sniff said. Little my and Snorkmaiden nodded. Everyone was quiet for a second, save Snufkin's coughing and hiccuping. When he could breathe again, Snufkin groaned. "Oh, this is -hic!- just terrible! What am I go-hic!- going to do now?" He cried, resting his head on his knees in defeat. "Now I have a headache.."

Moomin frowned. "Come on, Snufkin. There's still three more things we could try," He said, nodding to Little My, who snuck behind the house before Snufkin looked back up. "Well, I -hic!- suppose you're right," He sighed again and rose to his feet. "What shall we do next-"

Before he could finish, Little my jumped at him and yelled, "RAAAWRR!"

Snufkin, Sniff and Snorkmaiden all screamed. Moomin snickered.

Sniff was about to speak, when Little My and Moomin shushed him. Everything was quiet.

"Yes! It wo-"

"Hic!"

"Aw," Moomin said, dropping his paws. Snufkin frowned.

"Well," Snorkmaiden said, "We could try tickling him?"

Everyone looked at Snufkin. Uh-oh, he thought.

Before he could protest, Little my yelled, "TICKLE FIGHT!!" And everyone began tickling each other.

But as they laughed and rolled around in the grass, Snufkin began to hiccup even more. He laughed so hard that his sides, stomach and chest hurt worse than before. "Stop! St-hic!- stop, haha! It's not -hic!- working!" The Mumrik exclaimed, and everyone settled down. Sniff and Snorkmaiden were still giggling.

"I th-hic!- think it made them -hic!- worse," Snufkin said, panting and blushing. Moomin's snout was red too, and he was huffing with a smile on his face. "Sorry, Snufkin." He breathed. Little my fixed her hair and said, "There's still one more thing we can try!"

...

"Okay, Snufkin. When I say go, you breath in as deep as you can, and you hold it as long as you can. Got it?" Sniff said. The Mumrik nodded.

Snorkmaiden, Moomin and Little My stood by to watch. Moomin had his fingers crossed behind his back.

"Ready.. Go!" Sniff shouted, and Snufkin gasped. He closed his eyes tight after a minute, and after three, his cheeks began to turn a blueish gray. After five, Snufkin finally breathed out, stumbling and swaying. Before he fell, Moomintroll caught him and held him up. Snufkin stood and shook his head. He held onto Moomin's shoulder for support. "Did it work?" He asked. Everyone exchanged glances. "Hey, I guess it did-"

"Hic!!"

"..did not work." Snorkmaiden sighed. Snufkin groaned again and leaned on Moomin. Moomin hugged him and pet his head. "It's okay, Snufkin. I'm sure there's another way. Maybe we could ask Moominmama," He said. Snufkin hiccuped again. "Yes, I suppose you are right again, Moomintroll." He blushed.

"Well, let's go then!" Little My exclaimed. And with that, the gang followed Moomin to Moominhouse to see Moominmama. *Moomin Moomin Moomin*

...

"Mama!" Moomin called as he and the others ran to the veranda. Moominmama turned to face them, smiling warmly. "Yes, dear?" She answered.

The children gathered around the railing. "We need a cure for Snufkin's hiccups!" He said, out of breath. Snufkin felt somewhat embarrassed at the mention of his name.

"Hiccups? I should have that in my book.." Moominmama said as she trailed off into the house. She came back with the book and began flipping through the pages until she found the right one.

"Snufkin, when did these hiccups start?" She asked. The Mumrik looked up to face her.

"Um.. This -hic!- morning, when I was on my way to M-hic!- Moominvalley." He answered.

"..And what were you thinking when they started?"

Snufkin looked confused for a second, but then his face turned bright red. "W-well... I was -hic!- thinking about.. Moomintroll." He looked back down at his paws. His tail swished back and forth. He hiccuped again. That's what I forgot about, he thought to himself.

Everyone looked at him with raised brows. Moomin especially, his snout turning a light pink. Moominmama looked back down at her book. "It looks like you have a case of Heartache Hiccups," She said. "You missed him so much and it made your little heart ache so bad that you started hiccuping." She continued, but then winked at Snufkin with a knowing smile. The Mumrik blushed even harder.

"I'm sure that they'll clear up soon, now that you're here with everyone. Just give them time, and they'll see themselves out." She said, and looked into the golden sunset behind them. "You still have a bit of time left to play," She urged on.

"Well then, let's go!" Little My said and slapped a hand on Sniff's arm. "Tag, you're it!" And began running through the yard. "Hey! Come back here!!" Sniff said, chasing after her. "Wait for me!" Said Snorkmaiden, taking off as well.

Snufkin and Moomin looked at each other. Snufkin hiccuped.

"Well?" Moomin said.

Snufkin smiled. "Let's go," He said, and with that, the two chased after the rest of the gang and off into the distance.

Moominmama watched as they trailed off. She smiled to herself.

I knew it'd happen one day.

...

As the sun sank lower into the horizon, the gang continued to play tag and run around the field. Though, Snufkin did not stop hiccuping, and he did not stop thinking about Moomintroll until the stars were out, and everyone was laying in the grass. Sniff, Snorkmaiden and Little My were fast asleep. But Snufkin and Moomintroll were far from sleepy.

"Snufkin?" Moomin asked, looking to the Mumrik, who was lying on his back in the grass with his hat covering his face. He lifted it up and looked over at him.

"Yes -hic!- Moomintroll?" He answered.

The Moomin hesitated before asking, "Why were you thinking of me? Why did you want to see me so bad?"

Snufkin looked back up to the stars. It's now or never, Snufkin.

"Moomintroll," He said, feeling the heat spread to his cheeks, "there's -hic!- something I've been meaning to get -hic!- off my chest for a few springs now."

The Mumrik sat up, now gazing at the soft grass beneath him.

"Moomintroll, I -hic!- love you, not just as a best friend. And I didn't want to -hic!- tell you this because it would make it even harder when saying goodbye in the winter."

Moomintroll just layed there, looking at Snufkin with his crystal blue eyes. The Mumrik's expression was mixed between anxiety and hopefulness. He rose to his knees and looked Snufkin straight in the eyes.

"Snufkin, forgive me for this."

And with that, Moomintroll pressed his snout against Snufkin's muzzle.

A Moomin kiss, if you will.

And when they pulled away, Snufkin blinked, dumbfounded and blushing. Moomin looked away, smiling to himself.

It was silent.

The crickets were chirping, and the stream was flowing, but it was silent.

Snufkin's hiccups had disappeared.

The Mumrik smiled, then began to laugh. He laughed for a time, and then settled. He turned to Moomin.

"Do you hear that?" He asked. Moomintroll looked at him, confused, but then his eyes widened.

"Snufkin, they're gone. Your hiccups are gone!" He laughed also, and threw his arms around Snufkin. The Mumrik hugged back, ignoring his nerves, and gave Moomintroll another kiss right on the snout.

"Thank you, Moomin."

...

OML AAAAAA-

This took me all day I swear . -.

Also, I just realized that I completely forgot about Moomin's lunch. Did he leave it on the bridge? I guess the world will never know.

Anyways! I really hope you enjoyed this little fic of mine. I'm sorry the ending kinda sucked, it got a little sloppy because 1. It's late and I'm tired and 2. I can't write confessions for the life of me.

[vilmublue]

Little My is considered one of the most iconic characters in the Moomin franchise. She is a Mymble, a very human-like creature who seem to be always female, but she is unusually tiny and loves to hide inside small places only she can fit in. In fact, the original books indicate she might be the oldest of the younger cast, and with some fairytale logic was born super tiny and aging doesn’t seem to work the usual way for her (though most of the characters’ ages are generally ambiguous). She is fierce and mischievous, loving some chaos and morbid things and biting people. She is brutally honest and can appear mean, but is also very reliable in her own way. She doesn’t really let things bother her, which is something many other characters can struggle with. But quite a few people feel she is a bit too mean in the new 2019 show Moominvalley. This is an opinion I completely understand, but the developers have indicated that this version of Little My will have character development and secretly suffers from some issues.

She is introduced in the first episode, when her family visits the Moominhouse unexpectedly, even though the Moomins we’re still trying to hibernate. Little My’s mother Mymble is the Moomin family’s acquaintance, but her absent-minded attitude and the fact she has a massive amount of young children she barely controls in any way makes her a difficult quest. The group of kids is lead by Little My, who is clearly much more mature than the others, but instantly starts to cause mischief by prompting her siblings to bother Moomintroll. When introducing herself, she bites Moomintroll’s hand when he tries to treat her like a little kid and states that ’Little My is her name, not her personality’. The Moomin family are reaching their limit and try to trick the Mymble (who again, is very absent-minded) that it’s midsummer and thus the time she was planning on leaving. However, they can’t fool the much smarter Little My, who directly tells Moomintroll she knows what they’re up to and asks him why he doesn’t just ask them to leave. Moomintroll says it wouldn’t be polite, but Little My corrects that no, it just wouldn’t be easy. Little My asks him if he has learned anything yet and tells him you don’t have to be big to stand your ground.

Little My then continues to bother Moomintroll even more and generally pranks everyone, even kicking him out of his own room (and also keeps her siblings out). Frustrated Moomintroll leaves to build a house of his own, but doesn’t do a good job; he chooses a bad spot and the house itself isn’t stable. Little My comes to look at him and laughs at him, causing Moomintroll to finally snap and shout at her for everything she’s done. He then realizes Little My isn’t in his room anymore as she’s right there and quickly runs back home. Interestingly, Little My seems pleased by his development (which was clearly at least partially her intention), but she still doesn’t want him to have the room. They chase each other back to the room, but much to their disappointment Mymble has let her other kids in to mess everything up, pretty much so she doesn’t have to deal with them or hear them. For the first time, Little My is sad, saying that at least Moomintroll had his own room–thanks to the way her family is, she’s never truly had her own space. The two make an agreement and decide to build a new house together, this time for Mymble and the kids. Little My chooses the spot and when the Mymble and the kids go in, it turns out the house is on top of a giant sea turtle that starts to move and carries them away. The Moomin are relieved Mymble finally left and Mymble is so chill she’s perfectly fine with it, saying she’ll probably be away for a long time. Moomintroll admits to his family that he’s actually kinda missing Little My, but turns out she didn’t leave with the others and decides to stay with the Moomins. The fact that Little My may have sent Mymble and her siblings away on purpose and that Mymble probably doesn’t care much she’s missing tells quite a lot…

Little My then becomes an adopted child to the Moominfamily. Compared to the Moomins, she is very abrasive, often making disrespectful remarks and interfering in other people’s business (and hiding inside teapots). She is often judging and rolling her eyes at the others’ antics, like when Moomintroll tries to act cool in front of Snufkin. However, even she can't help but respect Moominmamma as she silently obeys her even if reluctantly. In one episode, Little My even appears jealous after Moominmamma made a bark boat for Moomintroll.

Her relationship with Moomintroll is sibling-like. They make constant jabs and are irritated by each other, but they do actually care. As Little My’s English voice actress Bel Powley has explained, it’s thanks to Moomintroll’s instinctive empathy that he can sense Little My’s need to be wanted no matter how irritating she can be, and Little My really wants attention from him by constantly hanging around with him. Bel has also pointed out that Little My had to grow up a lot faster due to living with a single parent in such a huge family while Moomintroll has always been quite coddled and sheltered by his parents.

In truth, as explained by the developers, Little My is more vulnerable on the inside and her attitude is an armour to protect herself. She is drawn to the Moomins because they have so much what she needs: love, patience and serenity. Not that she’d admit it, she’s not comfortable discussing feelings. Her Finnish voice actress Kiti Kokkonen revealed even more about My in an interview; she is very mischievous at the beginning of the show because she lacks social skills and there’s been lots of stuff happening in her life, and she’s quite lonely and has been left without love, revealing a more sensitive side in small moments.

Regardless, Little My is very independent and can take care of herself (at one point, she gets lost when sleeping inside a basket and the stream taking her away, but she isn’t bothered in the slightest), clever and more mature underneath than her mischievous behaviour and appearance would suggest. She doesn’t let sentimentality get the better of her, and always reminds the other characters when they need to be more firm and focus on the truth of the matter. She can get mean, like with the invisible child Ninny, but seems to want to give genuine advice when she tells her she’ll never have a face of her own if she doesn’t learn to stand up for herself, and she does seem to genuinely want to help Moomintroll improve himself at times. She herself has even stated that sometimes one needs to be cruel to be kind. And have fun while doing it, apparently...

At the moment, I’m not completely sure about her age in this version. Is she a very independent young child or maybe older than she looks? People who don’t know her often treat her as a young child, but the other young cast are explicitly more around teenagers in this version. I especially noticed a scene where Snufkin finds her and suggests that a little one like her would probably need milk. Little My seems to like Snufkin more than average person and doesn’t react very angrily, but seems to pause to stare and think for a moment before smiling. I dunno if it actually means anything, but it could be a thing they could discuss later in the series. The way she gets along with Snufkin is also really nice to me and might be foreshadowing they could be half-siblings in this version like in the original stories!

[its-real]

The Lonely Lady of the Freezing Cold - Part I

Part II: https://its-rael.tumblr.com/post/617517935168290816/the-lonely-lady-of-the-freezing-cold-part-ii

-you can also read this story on Ao3. Technology is mean and wont let me insert the link, but you can find it there under the same title- 

Snow fell in bigger volumes than Moomintroll had ever seen in his life, and despite their large size the snow-clumps drifted leisurely down to settle on the ever growing white blanket that covered the grounds at Hogwarts. Moomintroll was unhappy, the snow had been coming down unceasingly for the past few days, and more often than not it came down far heavier as part of a storm. He desperately wanted to go outside, would too if it weren't so cold, but instead he was stuck at a window, watching and wishing.

“Oh do cheer up Moomintroll,” said his friend Little My, who was as her name suggests so small she could probably fit inside a large watermelon, “it’s Christmas Eve!”

“I suppose so,” said Moomintroll gloomily.

Little My crossed her arms, “I’ve made you the most wonderful gift, you know.”

“That's very nice of you,” said Moomintroll, still looking outside with longing, “I wish it would clear up.”

“The weather does what it wants, so there’s no point in moping if moping doesn’t help,” Little My pointed out, and then hopped off the windowsill where she was perched, “if you’re not going to do something then I will.”

Only a moment later it seemed (the moment was really about half an hour) someone tapped on his shoulder.

“Hello again Little My,” sighed Moomintroll, “I was thinking, maybe I could go outside, if only for a little bit. I’d just have to put on several layers.”

“Little My?” Said the voice of someone who was definitely not Little My. In fact, it was the voice of Moomintroll’s favorite person in the whole world (next to his parents), whose name was Snufkin.

“I came across Little My not long ago, she told me that she couldn’t deal with your miserable-guts any longer and that I’d better go and cheer you up,” Snufkin said.

“Of course she did,” sighed Moomintroll.

Snufkin sat on the windowsill where Little My had previously stood, “it is frustrating having to stay pent up in doors for so long,” he said, “but it’s for our own safety I guess. It may be quiet now but they say the next blizzard is going to be even more terrible than the last, so there’s no point in being upset if you can't change that.”

“That's what Little My said,” Moomintroll groaned, and he propped his head up with his arm.

“Well she’s right,” Snufkin shrugged, then he added, “I’ll leave if you want.”

“No, that's alright,” said Moomintroll.

The two friends mulled in gloomy yet companionable silence for a bit, but then Snufkin had an idea. He was so glad about the idea that he grabbed Moomintroll’s hand, pulled him from the window and twirled him in a circle.

“Why did you do that?” Asked Moomintroll.

“We’re in a castle!” He laughed, and for good measure twirled his friend in a circle again, “a magical castle! There must be so much of it that we haven’t seen, and full of secrets too! Remember that secret passage you found on accident earlier this year? I bet theres tonnes like that and we could be the first to discover them.”

“I suppose,” said Moomintroll, trying to sound dubious, but really he had cheered up a little.

“Come on then!” Snufkin said.

And so Moomintroll let himself be dragged along the corridor at a run, without any care of direction, and within a few minutes they were well and truly lost.

“Well my friend Moomintroll, we really should have kept a note of where we were headed,” said Snufkin, giving up after they had ended up in the same corridor thrice and lying down on a bench.

“You’re right,” agreed Moomintroll, sitting down at the end of the bench, “but I thought I’d know Hogwarts well enough to get us un-lost.”

Moomintroll did know Hogwarts very well, for he had lived close at hand all of his life, although he was better acquainted with the grounds than the castle because only this year had he resided inside it. Before now he had only visited in the summer holidays when there were no students, or on the occasion his mother needed an extra pair of hands for a job. 

All of a sudden out of nowhere, someone piped up.

“You two wouldn’t happen to be lost now would you?” They said in a very small voice.

“But of course!” Snufkin said, very much relieved, but when he looked around to find the owner of the voice there was no one there. He sat up, “my apologies, but where are you?”

A little dog hopped down the staircase. It wasn’t your average little dog, not because it wore a neat coat and a pointy hat, and not because it spoke either (although that was odd in itself). The little dog was Sorry-oo, and he was a ghost.

“I’m right here my good sir,” said Sorry-oo in his meek little voice.

Snufkin stood, and Moomintroll did the same.

“Say, how would we get to the great hall from here?” Asked Snufkin.

Sorry-oo nodded once and gave them a detailed set of directions that left the two friends in quite a muddle.

“Could you repeat that please?” Moomintroll requested.

“I think it might be better if you were to lead the way,” suggested Snufkin, “unless you have another place to be that is.”

“No Sir, it would be my pleasure! Follow on!” Sorry-oo said gaily, and they followed the little ghost through corridors and passageways and secret staircases until they found themselves right outside the great hall, just in time for dinner!

“Thank you very much,” said Moomintroll to Sorry-oo.

Snufkin nodded, “yes, if it weren’t for you then we wouldn’t have been able to find our way back!”

Sorry-oo just bowed, and trotted off through a near wall.

Being the school holidays, most of the students at Hogwarts were at home with their families. Therefore upon entrance the great hall was remarkably empty. It wasn’t bare though, Christmas decorations covered the walls and there were several glittering Christmas trees, each touched with magic so that their ornaments did spectacular things. Moomintroll and Snufkin took a seat with their friends Little My, Sniff and Snorkmaiden who were already eating.

“Where have you two been?” Asked Little My.

“We got lost,” said Moomintroll matter-of-factly.

Little My frowned, “well you missed the beginning of dinner.”

“If we hadn’t been saved by a ghost then we would have missed dinner entirely!” Snufkin said, and Sniff looked at him with wide eyes imploring him to tell them the story. Sadly for Sniff, something else was on Snufkin’s mind, “Snorkmaiden, where is The Snork?” He asked.

“He said he wasn’t hungry,” answered Snorkmaiden, and a little grumpily she added, “he said that there is no time to eat while he is so busy. Codswallop, I said to him, it’s Christmas Eve! But he paid no mind so I came by myself.”

Moomintroll tried to give her comfort, “you know The Snork, I think he enjoys being so busy all the time.”

“But one must eat,” said Little My on her fourth helping.

“One must eat,” agreed Sniff, who was on his second.

Little My grinned. She was thinking about the wonderful presents she had ready to give to her friends the next day and became excited.

“Why are you eating so fast Little My?” Moomintroll asked.

“The sooner I go to bed the sooner I will wake up tomorrow and it will be Christmas time,” she said simply.

Moomintroll’s forehead wrinkled, “if it’s anything like the last few nights you won't be able to fall asleep at all.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, but then again I can sleep through anything,” Little My smirked.

“Lucky you,” grumbled Moomintroll, “the wind moans so loudly every night and rattles the windows, and sometimes there is thunder and lighting, or there's a big crash because a tree has fallen down.”

“I reckon it’s not just the wind moaning,” said Snufkin conspiratorially.

“Oh?” Pipped the others.

“I think that it's The Groke,” he said.

“The Groke?” Sniff exclaimed with a waver in his voice, “that sounds scary!”

“The Groke is a monster,” told Snufkin with a spooky air, “I have heard stories that she lives deep within the forbidden forest in a cave, and comes out to wander in the grounds for a few nights when the weather gets coldest in the middle of Winter. At this time there’s always a terrible storm, and she moans and laments, and they say everything she touches freezes.”

By now Sniff was trembling and spluttering, “that doesn’t s-sound very n-n-n-nice.”

“She must be extra upset this year to be out for so long,” said Snufkin.

“Do you think she’ll go away?” Asked Snorkmaiden, who slept well enough but all the same didn’t like falling asleep to the night sounds.

“I don’t know,” said Snufkin.

“Well I hope that she does,” huffed Moomintroll, “and if she doesn’t then I’m going to go to bed and see if I can get to sleep before she starts up again.” And he left for the Gryffindor common room.

“I’m going to bed as well,” announced Little My, and went off in the same direction, where after a bit she would change direction towards the Ravenclaw common room.

Snufkin, Sniff and Snorkmaiden left soon afterwards.

That night Moomintroll didn’t get to sleep in time, and even if he had The Groke would have woken him up anyway. She was extra loud that night, and Moomintroll lay under his five layers of blankets tossing and turning and getting more and more frustrated until he decided that tomorrow night he would go and confront the monster once and for all. Funnily enough after deciding to do so he slept peacefully for a few hours.

The next morning Moomintroll awoke yawning, and was very unhappy.

‘That blasted Groke!’ Thought he, and was even more determined to confront the monster that night. He got out of bed, stretched, got dressed, gathered a heap of presents and hurried on down to meet with his friends. The great hall was empty aside from Little My, who was already eating.

“You look tired,” she said in between mouthfuls, “merry Christmas!”

“Merry Christmas,” yawned Moomintroll in greeting, and sat down beside her feeling less grumpy. You can’t stay angry forever, especially not on such a happy occasion as this.

Sniff was the last one to arrive, and once they had finished their breakfasts they each took out their heaps of presents and laid them out on the bit of table in front of them (except for Snufkin of course, who didn’t have any money to buy presents and preferred it that way).

“I’ll go first,” Little My decided, for it was oh so difficult to wait any longer, and she jumped up on the table with excitement. She bounded over to Sniff first and gave him a pretty little bag that tinkled with what sounded like money, which is also what everyone else got him. Next she gave the Snork a book of muggle science, Snorkmaiden a mirror that Little My had enchanted to give compliments to whomever looks into it, Snufkin a wooden flute that she had carved herself (Moomintroll kicked himself then, why hadn’t he thought of that?) and lastly Moomintroll a jar with a pretty blue flame inside.

“The flame is everlasting and will never be put out,” said Little My proudly, “I conjured it.”

Moomintroll’s anger dissipated, “thank you very much Little My,” he said in awe. 

Little My smirked.

Next Sniff gave them all a little figure of themselves and Moomintroll joked that Little My was almost the same size as her miniature lookalike. Then Snorkmaiden gave them all a box of homemade chocolate that warmed the whole body with a single bite. Moomintroll gave his gifts next; the Snork was gifted a very fancy pen, the Snorkmaiden a rose that sang (she blushed and put it behind her ear), the ceremonial money for Sniff, a big ol’ hat for Snufkin which he pulled down over his eyes to everyone’s delight, and for Little My a professional looking poster of her playing quidditch in her house team. The Snork was next, but he told them not to open his presents yet, because he didn’t want to see anybody’s reaction.

“I’m sorry that I don't have anything to give anyone,” apologised Snufkin, “I could play my mouth-organ if you like.”

The table cheered as he produced his coveted harmonica and when he played everyone had a splendid time dancing, Little My doing so atop the table and humming and singing along loudly. Later Moomintroll opened his present from the Snork and found inside it a miniature lifelike dragon that moved and chirped and blew fire. He told the Snorkmaiden to give her brother his thanks.

Although the cheer of Christmas was in the air Moomintroll couldn’t help but notice that the snow storm worsened outside. By now everyone was quite tired from dancing (some of the other students and even some teachers had joined them and they all had a jolly good time), so they sat around talking amiably.

“I’m going to confront The Groke,” said Moomintroll to Snufkin.

“Really?” Snufkin asked in surprise.

Moomintroll nodded his head, “tonight.”

“That could be dangerous, it gets even colder in the night time and The Groke might try to freeze you if you aren’t already frozen by the time you find her,” warned Snufkin, “besides going out at night is against the rules.”

“Pooh to the rules, this is the only way anyone will get any sleep. If you look around you can see how everyone is so tired,” said Moomintroll crossly.

Snufkin wasn’t going to stop Moomintroll from going, he wouldn’t dream of it, but that didn’t stop him from feeling concerned. “Do you have a plan?” He asked.

“No, not really,” Moomintroll replied, “but I’ll wear plenty of layers of warm clothes and I’ll bring my wand and a lantern.”

“You aren’t worried?” Snufkin questioned further, “The Groke is pretty terrifying.”

Moomintroll looked thoughtful, “I suppose not. In fact, I feel in my belly that everything is going to go fine.”

“If you say so,” Snufkin said, although he secretly thought the feeling in Moomintroll’s stomach was more likely fluttering butterflies, and they changed conversation topic. 

That night, Moomintroll bundled up in warm clothes, around seven layers, and put on two pairs of gloves, his scarf, and his thick woolly hat. He stuffed his wand in his pocket and made to leave, but then he remembered that he ought to bring a lantern. As He searched the room for one, his eyes instead rested on the flickering blue flame Little My had given him, the everlasting one.

‘That’ll do fine,’ he thought to himself, and took it from where he had placed it on his bedside table. He snuck very quietly, as quietly as he possibly could (which was extraordinary so, for the paw of a Moomin is like the paw of a cat) out of the dormitory, through many a corridor, down many a staircase, through the secret passage he had found earlier that year by accident, and outside. The cold was bitter and the wind would have buffeted him about had it not been for the deep snow keeping his feet in place. Determined he trudged out, blue flame aloft, in search of The Groke.

It was frightfully dark even with a light source and Moomintroll found that if he didn’t focus very hard he would get lost. After what seemed like hours of searching, he stopped and looked behind him at the looming castle that only made itself known by little twinkles of light few and far between. In this moment he felt a chill creeping towards him like no chill he had ever felt before. The temperature grew cooler, if that's even possible, and Moomintroll sensed the presence of melancholy behind him. He twisted around in its direction so fast he almost fell over, and, holding up the blue flame, found himself facing a looming shadow with big eyes, a big mouth and an even bigger nose. Moomintroll admitted to himself that maybe he was a bit scared by now, not that he would ever tell anyone.

“Are you The Groke?” he called after regaining his voice.

The mass stopped moving, “hnnnnngh,” it said, and nodded.

He called again, “why do you keep coming here?”

The Groke looked past Moomintroll to the castle and sighed.

“Why?” He yelled.

Slowly, The Groke looked back at him and frowned. Looking into her eyes, if only for a second, Moomintroll felt the sadness that dwelt there, the longing and the loneliness that she brought with her wherever she went. He realised then why she wandered the grounds.

“It must be very lonely, being you,” he said.

The Groke nodded and sighed again.

“That's why you come here, to feel closer to others,” Moomintroll said, “I think I understand. But when you come and you make all of that noise in the night nobody gets any sleep.”

“Nnnnhgh,” said The Groke, and she hung her head.

“It mustn’t be nice to be cold all of the time either,” he went on.

She nodded, still staring morosely at the snow.

Moomintroll searched his mind for any way to solve The Grokes problems. He couldn’t solve the loneliness because anyone who is near her for too long would freeze to death, but the cold… he couldn’t just make a fire, that would go out. He went to put his hand on his chin like he’d seen his papa do when he was thinking hard but his hand was already occupied by the blue flame.

‘The blue flame!’ thought Moomintroll, ‘the flame that Little My said would never go out!’

It was the perfect solution. Little My wouldn’t be very happy about him giving it away but then he must do so for the greater good, and he didn’t need to tell Little My anything anyway.

“O Groke!” Moomintroll shouted, “how would you like this here flame as a Christmas present? Then will you go away?”

The Groke looked at it long, and then she smiled and said “hhnnn!” ecstatically.

Moomintroll held it up as high as he could, then she grasped the jar in her hands. She took it, but not before accidentally touching Moomintroll’s hand and freezing him solid!

[goodlucktai]

a life in your shape

the moomins pairing: moomin/snufkin word count: 2290 read on ao3

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“Oh, my,” Moominmamma says, pressing a hand to her mouth. It doesn’t quite manage to hide her smile. “Someone looks comfortable.”

“Shh, don’t wake him!” Moomin whispers. He can feel his face warming at everyone’s attention but he scowls around at them anyway. Hunching his shoulders and hovering protectively, Moomin insists, “He’ll be embarrassed.”

“He should be,” My says immediately. But there’s no heat to it, and she nudges Sniff with her boot none too gently when it looks like he’s about to say something else. “Let’s start a new game. I’ll be the dealer.”

Moominmamma sets a folded blanket within reach of the sofa before she moves back toward the kitchen. Snorkmaiden is grinning, bright and full of mischief, but she reaches over to take Moomin’s playing cards without making fun.

The moment Moomin’s hands are freed, they gravitate automatically to the mumrik on his lap.

Snufkin makes a noise in his sleep that is entirely contented and rolls over so that his face is smushed against Moomin’s stomach. Oblivious to the muffled giggles from the other side of the table, thank goodness, and dreaming deeply.

He gets this way sometimes, when it’s warm and sunny and the air is sweet. Moomin can’t count how many times he’s nearly stumbled over Snufkin having a nap in the middle of the garden or the flowering meadow. Typically, Moomin is quick to crawl in and join him. It isn’t strange at all!

But he’s never done it here before. On the sofa in the drawing room, with all their friends around, right before lunch. Snufkin nodded off with his cards still in his hand, slumping over onto Moomin’s shoulder.

“Oh, Snuf, you’ll ache all over if you sleep like that,” Moomin had said right away, thinking little of it. To be fair, there was a patch of sunlight pouring right over them from the window, which made their seat the perfect spot for an afternoon nap. “Lay down properly, I don’t mind.”

Half-gone already, Snufkin promptly did as he was told. He took off his hat, scooted far enough away that he could lay down with his head on Moomin’s leg, and was out like a light. That was nearly twenty minutes ago, and Moomin has lost every single game he’s played since. To say he’s distracted is, perhaps, an understatement.

It’s just-- Snufkin is very soft when he’s asleep. He’s solid but not heavy, and warm like a hot water bottle. Every other breath he takes catches on a faint purr, so quiet Moomin is probably the only one in the room close enough to hear. Snufkin’s arms are curled up by his chest, the sleeves of his weathered smock riding up, and his dappled wrists are like velvet where the dark fur of his paws meets his much paler forearms.

Moomin smooths his fingers over one of Snufkin’s wrists with unending care, marveling at the texture. He’s very different from a fluffy moomin or a snork. Even his half-sisters don’t have paws or a tail or eyes that shine like lamps in the dark. He’s a creature all his own, as far as Moomin knows. Even if there were others just like him out there somewhere in the big world he so loves to travel, Moomin can’t imagine they’d hold a candle to his Snufkin. No one ever could.

“He’s really tired,” Sniff says through a mouthful of one of the cinnamon rolls leftover from breakfast. When did he filch those from the kitchen? Moomin didn’t even see him get up. “Winter must have been hard on him last year, huh?”

Moomin’s mouth is already open to scold Sniff for hogging all the leftover sweets, but that draws him up short. He blinks, and says, “I dunno. He didn’t tell me anything about it being hard.”

“He wouldn’t, would he?” My says impatiently, glowering at what must be a losing hand of cards. “You’d worry, and he would feel bad, and then he’d have to make it up to you somehow. He saves himself a lot of hassle by only telling you about the good stuff.”

Stricken, Moomin blurts, “I make him feel bad?”

“That’s not what she meant, Moomintroll,” Snorkmaiden jumps in. She looks like she’d like to pat his arm, but doesn’t want to reach over the sleeping Snufkin to do it. She settles for an affectionate smile. “She just means he’s considerate of your feelings. He would be really sorry if he hurt you, so he’s careful not to, that’s all.”

Little My says, “That’s not what I meant, you’re putting words in my mouth,” and Sniff loses interest in the conversation in favor of another roll, but Moomin thinks about it. He can’t stop thinking about it. He turns it over and over in his head, even as he goes on carefully petting one of Snufkin’s wrists.

Truly, the only things he knows about the world and Snufkin’s journeys are the things Snufkin tells him. Snufkin has sometimes told him about little things that have gone wrong, the days he only had mushrooms and berries to eat because the fish wouldn’t bite, the nights his tent leaked or let mosquitoes in. But surely he must get tired sometimes. Surely it storms, surely he gets lost, maybe he even gets hurt.

Moomin can feel his stomach turning at the idea, and realizes My has a point. If Snufkin ever told him something terrible had happened to him when he was away and all alone, Moomin would probably be sick with worry every time he left from then on, and it would turn every autumn sour.

But-- he isn’t a little child anymore. He knows better. After all these years, he knows that the three quarters of the year Snufkin stays in the valley is more of a compromise than Moomin had any right to ask for or expect. It’s blatantly going against his nature, to stay so long and return every year, but here he is for yet another summer. Here he is, deeply asleep while his friends talk and play around him, closer to them than he’s ever let himself get before, a companionship he had to learn.

Moomin thinks of how little he’s given in return and bites down on an unhappy noise before it slips out.

“Lunch is ready, everyone,” Moominmamma says from the kitchen, her voice a bit softer than usual. “We’re eating out in the yard today.”

Papa must have set up the table and chairs already, or Mama probably would have asked Moomin to help. As his friends lay aside their cards and get up to file outside, Moomin says, “Mama, can I eat later?”

“Of course, dear. I’ll put a plate aside for Snufkin, too.”

When the door closes behind her, Moomin and Snufkin are alone in the house. It’s quiet, the mealtime chatter muffled through the walls and removed from this peaceful, sun-filled room. Everything is touched with gold, dust motes winking in an out of the light.

Moomin has never been so happy to sit still. He’s a little hungry, and his leg is starting to itch, but he doesn’t want to move an inch.

“I don’t ever want you to feel bad, Snuf,” Moomin tells his sleeping friend, petting the dandelion puff of Snufkin’s hair into order with his fingers. It takes some work, since Snufkin very rarely wants anything to do with brushes, and Moomin bends all his attention to the task. “You’re always looking after me, but I’d like to look after you, too. Every now and then, at least. You hardly need it, but when you do, I’d like it to be me.”

He doesn’t want there to be a line between them that Snufkin thinks he can’t cross. He doesn’t want there to be things Snufkin can’t tell him.

Moomin will never be happy to see Snufkin leave, and he’ll always miss Snufkin when he’s gone-- but a few weeks out of the year is small change, really. And it’s always such a delight to see him in the spring that it makes the time spent missing him worthwhile. It makes Moomin’s heart race, to hear that harmonica drifting over the hills for the first time in the new year, to run headlong down the hill and crash into Snufkin’s waiting arms, to love until he aches from it.

He doesn’t think he would ever want to give up those moments of meeting again. Yearning desperately for someone isn’t a pleasant feeling, not all the time, but the giddy expectation of seeing them again is sweeter than apricot jam. Moomin is suddenly much closer to understanding part of the reason why Snufkin is so adamant about leaving in the fall.

Most of it has to do with the manner of creature he is, the wanderlust in his heart and the hungry curiosity that drives him from place to place, but perhaps some of it has to do with how nice it is to miss someone you love and be missed by them when you’re away.

“Oh,” Moomin says, very still. “Oh, I see.”

“Hmm,” Snufkin murmurs, barely rousing. “What do you see?”

Moomin shakes his head, pushing the untidy fringe out of Snufkin’s slitted eyes. The touch lingers, because it has no reason not to, his friend a familiar shape beneath his hands. “Just thinking about how clueless I’ve been, that’s all. We can talk more about it when you’re awake.”

Snufkin blinks a few times, giving the words a moment to permeate. Once he’s made sense of them, he agrees, “When I’m awake.” A pause. “You don’t look very comfortable.”

“I’d rather lie down with you than sit up anymore,” Moomin admits.

So they shuffle and maneuver themselves into a different position, a well-practiced ritual from all the stormy nights Snufkin was bullied into sharing Moomin’s bedroom over the years, and Moomin remembers the blanket Mama left for them on the table by the sofa.

The sofa’s not really meant for both a moomin and a mumrik to nap there together, but they manage. Snufkin can sleep in impossible places, and he fits really anywhere he puts his mind to. He’s mostly laying across Moomin to consolidate space, and the weight of him, and the weight of the blanket, and the weight of the sunlight touching down on them from all the windows, makes staying awake for very much longer a Herculean task.

Still, Moomin doesn’t want to sleep yet. He touches Snufkin’s hair, distracted by it, and Snufkin says, “I should cut it.”

“If you want,” Moomin says agreeably. When Snufkin cuts it, he cuts it all the way gone, and his head is left covered in an uneven fuzz not unlike the dappled fur on his wrists. Moomin likes that as much as he likes having this ridiculous mane to mess with. There’s not much about Snufkin that Moomin doesn’t like, really. “Or we could try braiding it. Mymble probably knows how.”

Snufkin makes a noise of interest at that. He’ll hold off cutting it, now. Moomin smiles at knowing him so well, and bumps his nose to the top of Snufkin’s head.

“You’re silly,” he says fondly. “Go back to sleep.”

He would chafe at this, if it were a few years ago. He would want every second of Snufkin’s attention he could have, and he would want to fill those seconds with adventures and games and memories for Snufkin to take with him into the wider world when he left, as if begging don’t forget me.

Moomin is a little embarrassed to have been that child. He was kind and thoughtful without a doubt, because he was raised that way by kind and thoughtful parents, but sometimes he was very greedy, and never more so than with Snufkin.  

Snufkin, who would never forget him. Who has seen the whole world and then some and chooses their little valley to return to, year after year. Who wrote Moomin a song of his very own, the happiest song Moomin’s ever heard, and plays it in both greeting and farewell.

One doesn’t have to be present to be here, Moomin thinks. To say Snufkin is truly gone is to say he’s not there in Moomin’s heart, and that is a lie and a falsehood and every horrible thing in between. And it’s okay to miss him, because loving him while he’s away isn’t quite the same as loving him while he’s here to hold, but it’s nothing to be sad about.

In fact, he’s rather lucky.

“Don’t forget, though,” he says, blinking through a wetness in his eyes he can’t explain. “I want to talk to you about something when we wake up.”

“Something important?” comes the mumble, muffled against Moomin’s shoulder.

“Oh, very. I have an apology for you. And an epiphany to share!”

“The apology I don’t need. But any epiphany of yours will be an inspiration.” Snufkin’s tail swings once, lazy, where it’s hanging over the side of the sofa. He stretches like melting rubber, all languid limbs and self-satisfaction. “We’ll write it into a song.”

Absurdly touched, Moomin says, “You don’t even know what it’s about yet.”

“A poem, then. A secret one, for you and me. Can you tell me what the theme will be, or am I meant to wait for the rest of this very important conversation?”

“You’re silly,” Moomin says another time, because it bears repeating. He noses Snufkin’s hair again. “I suppose I can tell you now, since it’s nothing you wouldn’t have guessed. The theme will be love.”

“Ah.” Snufkin sounds pleased, but not surprised. Moomin can feel the shape of a mumrik smile pressed to his fur. “The very best one.”

[springtime-in-moominvalley]

A Visitor in Moomin Valley

Summary - When Moomin encounters an invisible person in the woods, it’s up to the Moomin household to try and make them visible again.

Word count -  2,732

Author’s note - hhh I don’t really write a lot of fanfics and I certainly don’t publish any of them but this took me a good couple days so I figured I would share it? uH please go easy on me aa

Also this has a character who’s invisible and uhh if that makes you uncomfy then I’m sorry!

“Mama! mama!” the sound of her son calling her name made Mama's ears perk up. She looked up from her knitting and over the veranda to see Moomin running towards her.

“Yes, Moomin? What is it?” Mama's knitting was set aside, and she stood to meet her son as he made his way up the stairs.

“Mama! I!” Moomin stopped to catch his breath. “I found someone in the woods!”

“You found someone?” It was strange, normally when Moomin wanted to introduce a friend to Mama, he brought them with him. “Well, where are they?”

“They're here!” Mama was confused. She looked around, but she didn't see anyone until her eyes landed on Moomin's hand. He was holding the hand of someone who didn't seem to be there.

“Oh my..” Mama was dumbstruck. Moomin was a bit old for imaginary friends, wasn't he..? Regardless, she held out her hand. “Hello there, I'm Moominmama-” Mama jumped when a hand shook hers. She definitely wasn't expecting that. “What's.. your name?”

“I don't think they speak,” Moomin said. “I tried to talk to them in the forest.”

Mama set her confusion aside and smiled politely. “Well, they can speak when they feel ready to. In the meantime, how about you two come in for some tea?”

Moomin began to follow mama, but his new friend stayed behind. Moomin smiled at them. “You can come in, it's alright.” There was a moment of hesitation at first before the stranger slowly walked into the house.

~~~

“Most peculiar, indeed!" Papa exclaimed, studying the unseen person sitting in the chair next to his.

“Do you know why they're invisible, papa?” Moomin asked as Mama went around, giving everyone a cup of freshly brewed tea.

“I'm afraid not,” Papa shook his head. “In all my years, I've never seen anything like this.”

Little My stood on the table and got close to the stranger. “Of course you've never seen anything like this, there's nothing to see!”

“Now now, let's give our new guest some space,” Mama said. Little My pouted and walked over to a chair, hopping off the table, while Mama reached for her grandmother's book of home remedies, and began to flip through it. “Oh dear..”

“Did you find something, my love?” Papa asked looking up from his own reading.

“I believe I have, but..”

“What is it, Mama?” Moomin asked, growing a bit worried.

“It's nothing, dear, this recipe just seems a little difficult is all-” Mama set the book aside. “I'll have to make it tonight, in the meantime, I have something that might help us see our new guest a little better.” Mama retrieved her knitting, including a soft, yellow scarf that was nearly completed.

“The chill of winter still hasn't left us,” Mama said as she began to finish the scarf, “Perhaps this will help.” She placed it on the table in front of the stranger, who hesitantly grabbed it, and tried to tie it around their neck.

“Splendid idea, darling!” Papa exclaimed. Mama grinned, before noticing that her new guest was having trouble with the scarf.

“Here, allow me,” Mama knelt in front of their chair, and gently tied the scarf around the stranger's neck.

~~~

That very morning, the Moomin house had another visitor.

“Too-ticky!” Mama exclaimed.

“Hello, Moominmama!” Too-ticky greeted, embracing Mama. “How are you?”

“I'm wonderful, do come in,” Too-ticky did so, thanking Mama as she entered the home. “What brings you here?”

“Well, I'm afraid I'm missing someone,” The two made their way to the kitchen, where Too-ticky took a seat at the table.

“You're missing someone? Well, what do they look like? We can ask around Moomin Valley…” Mama offered, as she prepared a pot of coffee.

“It's a little hard to describe them, you see-” Too-ticky was interrupted by the sound of footsteps walking into the kitchen. “Ah! You found them!” Mama turned around to see Too-ticky looking at their invisible guest.

“Oh, Good morning dear, would you like some coffee? I assume you've met Too-ticky,” Mama asked. She poured one cup for Too-ticky, and another for her guest, who slowly walked to Mama's side, and took it.

“My, my! It looks like you've been taking good care of this young lad, mama!” Too-ticky said.

“Well, I couldn't let them stay out while it's still cold-” Mama followed Too-ticky's line of sight and let out a gasp. “Oh my, your boots!”

Where Mama's guest had nothing yesterday, a pair of weathered boots stood. Too-ticky beamed with excitement.

“That's a good sign! If they're turning visible this quicky, they must feel quite safe here!”

“Too-ticky, do you happen to know why they're invisible in the first place?” Mama asked. Too-ticky nodded solemnly and placed her cup of coffee on the table.

“You see, when someone's very afraid, they might think it's safer to not be seen or heard, so they turn invisible.” She sighed. “I don't know much about this one, I found them in a box while I was on a stroll. The poor thing was shivering, and I tried to take them back to my home, but I lost them..” As Too-ticky recounted the events, Mama could see sadness in her eyes.

“Well, it's a good thing they were found, then,” Mama turned her attention to her guest. “Are you alright, dear?”

“Hopefully they will be, in due time,” Too-ticky chimed in. “But until then, is it alright if I ask a favor of you, Moominmama?”

“Hm? What would you like me to do?” Mama asked, wanting to help Too-ticky and the invisible guest as much as she could.

“Well, would you mind letting them stay with you a bit longer?” Too-ticky twiddled her thumbs. “I feel like you and your family could help them get better in no time at all.”

“Of course, we'd love to help,” Mama said.

“Thank you, Moominmama, I really appreciate it,” Too-ticky smiled.

“It's the least I can do. Now, who wants breakfast?”

~~~

“I don't get it!” Little my crossed her arms. “How come we only get to see some silly ol' boots, huh? I wanna know what the rest of them looks like!”

“We must be patient, Little My,” Moomin said, “Too-ticky said things like this take time.”

“Well I don't have time for patience! I wanna see them now!” Little My got close to their guest, who shrank away in turn.

“Little My, you're scaring them!” Moomintroll scolded, placing an arm around the guest. “Nevermind her, Little My isn't as bad once you get to know her,”

“Hey!” Little My interjected,  “I'm not bad, I'm just curious!”

~~~

As the days grew warmer, Moomin grew increasingly worried about his friend. Sure, they had been getting a lot better- you could see their clothes and their tail!- but they still weren't speaking. In his attempt at remedying that, Moomin tried to spend as much time with them as possible.

On one such day, the two found themselves on the bridge over the stream. As per usual, Moomin did most of the talking.

“Sometimes I like to skip rocks on the steam. Have you ever done that?” The hat that sat atop his friend's head moved left, then right- a no. “You haven't? Well, I could teach you if you want, would you like that?” Their hat bobbed up and down. Moomin stood up and took his friend's hand. “Well then, follow me! We can look for stones together!” He led his friend off the bridge to look for stones.

“The trick is to find stones that are mostly flat, and not too big,” Moomin's friend held up a stone for Moomin's assessment. “Yeah, like that!” The stone was placed under their hat for safekeeping. “Let's go find some more!”

~~~

The two spent that afternoon skipping rocks. Moomin's friend had trouble at first, but they soon got the hang of it, much to Moomin's surprise. “Wow! I've never met such a quick learner!” Moomin exclaimed, “Do you wanna see who can skip the farthest?” their hat bobbed up and down excitedly.

“Okay! We'll throw the stones on the count of three! One.. two.. three!” Moomin tossed his stone with as much strength as he could muster.

Which, consequently, made him lose his balance, causing him to tumble into the stream.

Moomin let out an alarmed yelp before being submerged in the water. He quickly swam to the top. His friend was looking over the bridge, frozen in place. Their shoulders began to shake.

“H-hey! it's alright! I'm not hurt or any-” Moomin was interrupted by a quiet chuckle coming from the guest. “Wh- are you.. laughing?” He was surprised, but he couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed that they were laughing at him.

“I'm sorry, I just-” their voice was soft, and a bit weak from not having been used.

“No, no! It's okay but! You're speaking!” Moomin exclaimed.

“Huh?” They seemed surprised. “So I am!”

“This is wonderful!” Moomin held their hands. “We have to show the others!”

~~~

“Well it's about time!” Little My huffed. “How does it feel, knowing that they only started speaking to laugh at you!”

“Hey!” Moomin glared at Little My.

“I'm just glad that they finally found their voice,” Papa said. “Communication will be much easier now!”

“Indeed,” Mama set a cup of tea down in front of their guest. “Here you are, dear, this should make speaking a bit easier.” Her guest took the cup.

“Thank you, Moominmama,” they took a sip. “I owe a lot to you and your family,”

“Oh, not at all, dear.” Mama smiled. “It's really no trouble.”

“Is there.. anything I can do to repay you?” They asked. Mama chuckled.

“Maybe you could start by giving us your name,” Mama said.

“My name?” They thought for a moment. “Right, my name, it's.. Snufkin,”

“Snufkin!” Moomin grinned. “That's a very nice name!”

“It's nice to have something to call you by, Snufkin!” Papa let out a hearty laugh.

Snufkin and the Moomin family spent that night sharing stories and talking to each other. Moomin learned a lot about Snufkin, even if he didn't say much. He was a musician and a traveler, and he'd seen many things despite only being about Moomin's age! He never stayed in one place for long, and he definitely never visited the same place twice.

~~~

Mama? Moomin asked as Mama tucked him into bed. “If Snufkin had such an interesting life, why did he turn invisible?”

“I don't know, dear, but that's really not our place to ask.” Mama leaned forward and kissed Moomin's forehead. “If Snufkin wants to tell us, he will. Until then, we shouldn't think too much about it. What matters is that he's getting better.”

“Will we… ever be able to see all of him, Mama?”

“Of course we will, dear.” Mama sat on the edge of Moomin's bed. “Just look at him, he's getting better almost every day. Now, get to sleep.”

~~~

Late that night, Moomin awoke to the sound of a door opening and closing, followed by footsteps going down the hall. Moomin looked at the clock. It was a bit past midnight. ‘Strange,’ Moomin thought ‘Who could be up at this hour?’

Moomin slowly opened his bedroom door and snuck into the hallway, careful to be as quiet as he could. As he made his way down the stairs, he noticed none of the lights were on. Moomin was puzzled, until he heard the sound of music outside.

Moomin opened the front door to see Snufkin, his back towards Moomin, playing his harmonica. Moomin listened, captivated at the music. Snufkin's song was simple, yet melancholy, it was hauntingly beautiful. Unfortunately, when Moomin closed the door behind him, Snufkin jumped, and put his harmonica back in his pocket.

“Oh, hello, Moomintroll. I.. I didn't see you there-” Snufkin said, turning towards Moomin.

“Sorry, am I interrupting?” Moomin asked, a little bit disappointed that Snufkin stopped.

“Oh no, I was just practicing..” Moomin sat down besides Snufkin.

“What are you doing up so late?” Moomin asked.

“I.. I had a nightmare,” Snufkin looked up at the stars. “I was hoping the fresh air would calm me down.”

“I see..” Moomin looked at the stars with Snufkin. “You know.. when I have a nightmare, it usually helps me to talk about it, do you think that would help you?”

Snufkin sighed. “It involved my travels.” His voice was small. “I want to travel but, I suppose I'm afraid of.. becoming completely invisible again-”

“Well you don't have to travel-” Moomin blurted out. “I- I mean, you're always welcome to live with Mama and Papa and Little My and me here,”

“That's a nice thought moomin, but I can't possibly stay here forever,” Snufkin's focus shifted from the stars, to the path that lead down to the forest. “I need to wander, just like how a bird needs to fly.”

“O-oh..” It was all moomin could really say. “So, you'll have to leave eventually?” Snufkin nodded. Moomin didn't say anything after that.

After what seemed like an eternity of silence, Snufkin stood up. “I should really get back to bed, thank you for sitting out here with me.” Moomin stood up and followed him indoors.

They walked upstairs in silence. Moomin couldn't stop thinking about what Snufkin had said. It was silly of Moomin to think that Snufkin would stay forever but.. knowing that Moomin would probably never see Snufkin again once he left made Moomin sad. He liked Snufkin quite a bit, and didn't want to see him leave.

“Snufkin?” Moomin asked as they approached their rooms. Snufkin stopped and looked at Moomin.

“Yes, Moomintroll?”

Moomin felt heat rise to his cheeks. “You know, if you don't have anywhere to go while you're out travelling, you can always stay here!” Moomin twiddled his thumbs. “I-I mean, you don't have to but, I'd very much like to see you again. You're nice to be around..”

“That's very kind of you, Moomintroll,” Moomin couldn't see Snufkin's face, but he sounded genuine. “I'll have to think about it.”

~~~

“Moomintroll? Moomintroll,” A voice woke Moomin up the next morning. Moomin yawned and sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

“Snufkin…? What's the matter?” Moomin asked groggily.

“Moomintroll, look!” Moomin removed his hands and opened his eyes. When his eyes fell on Snufkin, he gasped.

“Oh Snufkin!” Where there was normally nothingness separating Snufkin's hat from the yellow scarf Mama had given him, there was now a face, with two sparkling brown eyes and a large grin. “You're visible again!”

~~~

Even though Snufkin was no longer invisible, he decided to stay that summer, and then he stayed for autumn too, much to Moomin's delight. Moomin spent as much time with Snufkin as he could. They took walks together, played games, and sometimes, Snufkin would even play a special song for Moomin.

But like all good things, it didn't last.

“Snufkin?” Moomin stood in the doorway of Snufkin's room, dumbfounded. “What... what are you doing?” Snufkin, who had previously been putting things in his backpack, now sat frozen in the middle of the room.

“I.. I was hoping you wouldn't have had to see this..” He had nearly completed packing before Moomintroll walked in.

“You're leaving Moomin Valley, aren't you?” Moomin asked, his voice beginning to tremble.

“Oh Moomin,,” Snufkin stood up, taking a few steps towards  Moomin. “I'm sorry but I have to, I told you, I can't stay in one place for very long..”

“But! But you can't leave!” Tears began to well up in Moomin's eyes. “If you leave, I'll never be able to see you again-”

“Moomin..” Snufkin held Moomin's hands. “You and your family have all been so incredibly kind to me, and I'll always be grateful but.. I have to be on my own.”

“But… but..” Moomin began to cry. Snufkin couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. He held Moomin and tried to comfort him as best he could.

“I know, I'll miss you dearly, Moomin,” He hesitated. “But.. you know what? Come this spring, I'll come back to Moomin Valley to visit you.”

Moomin sniffled. “D.. do you promise?”

Snufkin thought it over. He wasn't normally one to make promises. There was a level of uncertainty to them that made him uncomfortable, but.. something told him that this was one that he could keep.

“I promise.”

[dragonfatewriting]

Rainy Lullaby

A terrible storm hits Moomin valley and as everyone is taking refuge in Moomin house, Snufkin grows tired and falls asleep. As it turns out he falls asleep on Moomin and cuteness ensues.

Just another fluffy story before bed.

A storm was brewing outside Moominhouse, it was the last storm of spring. It crashed and boomed with such ferocity that it shook the house. Moomin’s family along with Sniff, Snufkin, and Little My were taking refuge in the house. Snufkin had been playing his trusty harmonica in order to distract from the booming outside. However it would only work for a little while until a particularly loud crash from outside would make Sniff cry out in fear. Little My found all of this terribly amusing and would laugh loudly at Sniff’s antics.

“I just get surprised that’s all.” Sniff would tell her, flushed with embarrassment.

“You have been surprised five times now. When are you going to toughen up?” Little My mocked.

“Now Little My, I can’t blame Sniff, the storm is ever so dreadful.” Moominmama defended gently.

“I am just so grateful that we are safe and warm.”

“Mama’s right.” Moominpapa agreed.

“I haven’t seen a storm like this in...well...quite some time. By the way how is your campsite Snufkin? I imagine it must be difficult to keep up with in this weather.”

Snufkin had stopped playing his harmonica when Sniff had let out his cry and turned to answer Papa.

“Yes it is. I’m afraid I haven’t got much sleep due to the wind, My tent is also coming apart and I fear it can’t stand in this weather.”

It was true, Snufkin had been running around for days keeping his campsite clear and finding caves to take refuge in. This night however was the worst and Mama insisted on Snufkin staying instead of searching for a cave out in the storm. Snufkin agreed not wanting to upset Moominmama or her son and he was much too tired to search anyway. There were deep bags under his eyes and his playing while still beautiful was much slower as well.

Moomin was sitting next to his friend and would occasionally glance at him in worry. Moomin knew Snufkin could take care of himself but he did feel much better to have him here. He would often worry when the weather took an unexpected turn, Snufkin would always be okay though.

“I hope the storm clears soon, I appreciate you letting me stay and sorry for any troubles.” Snufkin said looking towards Moominmama who was the caretaker of the house.

“Not at all Snufkin. You can stay as long as you like, none of us mind. Moomin especially loves having you over.” Mama replied, smiling at her son.

Moomin couldn’t help but blush at his mother’s words, it was no secret that Moomin really liked Snufkin. Snufkin smiled back at Moomin before yawning, he tried to cover it but he really was very tired. The storm was still raging but the thunder and lightning had calmed down, this didn’t help Sniff’s nerves as Little My would make loud sounds tormenting him.

“I swear I will get you back one day.” Sniff muttered to himself.

“Oh please, like a scaredy cat like you could scare me.” Little My boasted.

“Now Little My I am sure Sniff has had enough. Why don’t I make you a nice relaxing tea Sniff?” Moominmama offered.

“Yes please! Oh and do you have any delicious cakes or jams?” Sniff asked his fear quite forgotten.

“Why yes, in fact I made this rather scrumptious cake this morning. Moomin and Papa seemed to really enjoy it.”

“Very much so Mama, you really outdid yourself. In fact I wouldn’t mind having another slice right now.” Papa praised, getting up from his chair.

“Oh boy I can’t wait to have it. Let me help you Moominmama.” Sniff volunteered in excitement following Mama and Papa out of the room.

Hey wait. I want some cake too!” Little My called out, running after them.

The room was quiet now with the only sound being the wind and rain outside. Moomin turned to ask Snufkin if he wanted some cake too but instead felt a soft thump on his shoulder. Moomin was surprised to find Snufkin had fallen asleep on him with his hat tilted to one side threatening to fall off.

“Snufkin must be more tired than I thought.” Moomin told himself.

Snufkin looked quite content on Moomin’s shoulder and Moomin was unsure what to do with himself. Snufkin had never fallen asleep on the troll, preferring to sleep on the grass or inside his tent. Moomin debated waking him up, since he knew how much Snufkin liked his own space. He could always get the others to help him to a bed too so he wouldn’t wake up.

Then again Snufkin did seem comfortable and he wouldn’t have fallen asleep if he didn’t want to. It was a sign that Snufkin was comfortable with Moomin and it was this thought that warmed Moomin. Still maybe he should move Snufkin just in case…

During Moomin’s internal debate, he had begun to shift around a bit in worry and Snufkin felt it. Still asleep, Snufkin furrowed his brow and frowned, his soft, warm pillow was moving and he wanted it to stop. He let out a noise in disapproval and wrapped both arms around the pillow, burying his face into it. The moving stopped and Snufkin let out a sigh of contentment.

Moomin’s face felt like it was on fire from blushing and he swore he was no longer white but pink. Any thought of moving Snufkin had left his mind. Snufkin who was usually so closed off and reserved was now cuddling him like he was his favorite pillow. Snufkin’s hat had fallen off completely now, revealing his brown hair and Moomin could feel said hair brush against him everytime Snufkin breathed.

Moomin noticed how relaxed Snufkin looked and had the urge to wrap his arms around him. Moomin’s heart was pounding loudly and he wondered if Snufkin could hear it. Slowly and being careful not to disturb Snufkin as he rest, Moomin wrapped his arms around him. Snufkin seemed to like this and relaxed further into Moomin. Moomin remembered how his Mama used to rub his back to help him sleep better and decided that maybe Snufkin would sleep better if he did it.

Moomin began to slowly move his arm up and down Snufkin’s back. Snufkin seemed to like this and soon Moomin began to feel a deep rumbling sound that seemed to be coming from his friend. The sound grew and Moomin realized that Snufkin was purring like a cat. Moomin didn’t know Snufkin could purr but was delighted he could learn more about his friend. The sound wasn’t bad either and created a wonderful melody with the rain.

“Even asleep Snufkin makes the most beautiful music.” Moomin thought to himself.

“Sniff you klutz! You nearly ruined the cake!” Little my’s voice nearly made Moomin jump.

“Oh it was an accident. I never meant to trip honest.” Sniff defended himself.

Little My and the others had come back into the drawing room. Little My and Sniff were too engrossed in their conversation to notice Moomin and Snufkin. Moominmama and Papa however paused noticing the situation their son was in. Moomin for the third time that night felt a blush spread on his face.

“Oh dear Snufkin must be quite tired.” Mama said putting her slice of cake down.

“I will go check on the guest bedrooms and make sure they are ready.”

Papa had set down his slice of cake as Mama went upstairs.

“Do you need some help with Snufkin?” Papa asked his son.

“Oh no, it’s okay Papa. Snufkin is not that heavy besides he really is tired, he can stay a little longer.” Moomin replied, he still had some blush on his face.

“Wait a minute. What’s that sound?” Little My asked, finally done tormenting Sniff.

“Yeah. I hear it too, it almost sounds like a cat.” Sniff remarked, his ears twitching.

“Please keep it down, I don’t want to wake Snufkin.” Moomin hushed worried that the noise would disturb his friend.

Snufkin however didn’t seem fazed and continued his blissful purring.

“But I want to know where the sound is coming from.” Little My protested.

“Well if you must know, it’s coming from Snufkin.” Moomin replied in an attempt to quiet her down.

“Wow I never heard Snufkin make that sound before.” Sniff said in surprise.

“Ah yes now I remember, the Joxter, Snufkin’s papa, would make that sound as well.” Moominpapa informed.

“It’s just means he is comfortable and happy.”

Moomin was glad to hear this, he liked the sound and thought that Snufkin should make it more often.

“Happy huh. I bet Snufkin is not the only one who is happy.” Little My sent a grin towards Moomin.

Moomin scoffed at her but decided not to answer and simply went back to rubbing Snufkin’s back.

Eventually the room quieted down as Little My and Sniff ate their cake slices, no longer interested in Snufkin’s purring. Eventually Mama came down from the guest rooms and remarked how nice Snufkin’s purring was.

“It's nice to hear him make such a happy sound.” Mama said with a smile.

Moomin agreed but didn’t say so in fear that Little My would tease him more.

As Snufkin rested, Moomin soon began to feel tired himself. Snufkin was so warm against him with the purring creating a relaxing rhythm against the young troll. Moomin began to feel his eyes growing heavy, he rested his head against Snufkin’s, breathing in his scent and closing his eyes.

“Moomin, Moomin, wake up Moomin.” A soft voice was calling out, shaking Moomin awake.

The troll opened his eyes to see Snufkin awake and with his hat on.

“Oh Snufkin…” Moomin yawned. “How was your nap?”

Snufkin blushed pulling his hat over his face as he was reminded of the strange position he awoke in, as well as Little My’s teasing.

“It was good, I’m sorry for falling asleep on you.” Snufkin managed to get out.

Moomin couldn’t help but feel happy, remembering how it felt to have Snufkin cuddle him. He had even learned something new about Snufkin, despite the storm it had been a wonderful night.

“It’s alright Snufkin, I don’t mind if you take a nap on me. I am pretty comfy after all.” Moomin reassured his friend.

Snufkin nodded raising his head, he still had some blush on his cheeks.

“I will keep that in mind. Thank you Moomin.” Snufkin turned and began heading up the stairs.

“Come on, we best go to bed properly, everyone else is already asleep.”

Moomin agreed following Snufkin up the stairs. Once they reached the top Moomin wanted to ask if Snufkin wanted to sleep in his bed tonight. He held his tongue however, he didn’t want to pressure his friend after what already happened. They both said their good nights and separated. Snufkin went to the guest room that Moominmama setup and Moomin went to his own room.

The wind was howling louder now and the rain was still coming down. Moomin tossed and turned in his bed, feeling uneasy and cold despite his blankets and pillows. Moomin’s bed while not big felt much too huge and try as he might Moomin could not get to sleep.

“I wonder if Snufkin is asleep?” Moomin thought to himself.

“I wish he was here.”

After some more tossing and turning, Moomin heard a creaking coming from outside his door. He stopped moving and listened, soon the creaking stopped in front of his door and he heard the familiar sound of it opening. Moomin wondered if it was his mama coming to check on him, he rolled over only to be met with a surprise. Snufkin looking disheveled was quietly walking up to Moomin’s bed. His hair and clothes were messy like he had been doing his own tossing and turning not too long ago.

Snufkin stopped at the edge of Moomin’s bed and their eyes made contact. Without a single word, Moomin moved over to let Snufkin in his bed. Snufkin slide in next to Moomin and made himself comfortable, they were very close in the small bed that no longer felt big and cold.

“Good night Snufkin.” Moomin whispered.

“Good night Moomin.” Snufkin responded.

The wind and rain began to die down as Moomin and Snufkin fell asleep. A gentle purring could soon be heard coming from the room, creating a lovely lullaby to fall asleep to.

[stingerpicnic]

your smile brings sunshine/your tears bring rain (you're my whole world)

based on this post

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Relationship: Mumintrollet | Moomintroll/Snusmumriken | Snufkin

Characters: Mumintrollet | Moomintroll, Snusmumriken | Snufkin

Additional Tags: Fluff, Maybe a little angst, its really not that angsty actually, Established Relationship, Purring, im HERE for some cat snufkin content alright, moomin being his sweet self, flustered snufkin

He was doing it again.

He really wished Snufkin wouldn’t do this. They had been having such a nice time, too. Leaning against each other, tails hooked and paws held between them as they waited for fish to bite. It was a perfect autumn day. But Moomin felt the soft line of pressure on his side become harder as the minutes went by, the tail entwined with his growing restless. With every cool breeze that blew past them he could feel the pressure get just a little harder, a little more tense.

Still, he wasn’t going to bring it up himself. It was always best to let Snufkin take things at his own pace. He might be ready to do a great many things at a moments notice, especially where Snufkin was concerned, but Snufkin so often wasn’t. And the last thing Moomin wanted to do was trap him in a situation he wasn’t ready to deal with. Snufkin would speak when he was ready.

Moomin felt he had an idea what this was about, anyways. Just a couple years ago it would have been him in Snufkin’s position, but he felt so much more secure in their relationship now. Snufkin would come back in the spring and he really did need his winter journey. Moomin could see the difference it made when he returned in the spring. A certain tightness would begin building behind the mumrik’s eyes as autumn passed until the moment he left on his journey and it would have vanished by the time he returned.

So, Moomin understood that Snufkin had to have to leave him for the winter, he really did, even if it still made him a little sad to think about. Snufkin was obviously not ready to try staying through winter. Maybe he never would be. Which was fine, obviously. While Moomin would absolutely adore having Snufkin to cuddle up to during his hibernation, there was a certain joy seeing him race through that last stretch of forest to greet him in the spring, of seeing that expression of joy and relief and love , that nothing else could quite replicate.

He just would have thought that Snufkin understood that.

“I’ll have to leave soon.” Evidently not, though, if the guilt buried beneath a half-formed attempt at a matter-of-fact monotone had anything to say about it.

Moomin hummed, tightening his hold on the paw in his own. Snufkin squeezed back, which is a good sign.

“I really do have go,” that sounded even more anxious. They were really going to have to sit down and have another talk about this. Moomin hated seeing him do this to himself over something he so obviously needed.

“I know,” he said, trying his best to keep his worry and frustration out of his voice, instead softening it with as much care and understanding as he could.

“Do you have any idea where you’ll go this year?” he asks instead of “You know you don’t have to feel bad about that, right?” or “Do you really believe it isn’t fair of you to need this now that we’re together? It’s fair. I promise. I understand. The added closeness doesn’t have to trap you. I know you’ll come back. It’s okay,” or even “You know I love you, don’t you? And that nothing could change that?” like he wants to. He’s asked those questions before and he knows their answers. He also knows asking them now will only make Snufkin feel more guilty.

“I don’t know. I suppose I’ll go wherever my feet take me. Maybe I’ll visit that town with the light festival I saw a couple years ago again, it was wonderful to see the first time and I got the feeling the presentation would be different every year. That might be interesting.”

For a while after that, Snufkin was quiet, staring at the calm water in front of them. But Moomin could tell he wasn’t done. There was a certain feel to the silence that told him so. The air isn’t sitting right for that to be it. The hard line of pressure against his side hasn’t softened, Snufkin’s tail is beginning to twitch against his in earnest, and a glance at his face confirms that the tightness hasn’t lessened any.

Then, Snufkin pulls away, untangling them from each other, putting some distance between them. He doesn’t stand up, he’s not quite that worked up yet, but Moomin notes that his tail is well and truly thrashing now. He searches for his eyes and finds them already staring pleadingly into his, not avoiding his gaze at all. And while Moomin could stare into those beautiful eyes forever, seeing the full brunt of the distress on his face is not as fun.

Oh, honey , he thinks, you’ve really worked yourself into a right fit about this, haven’t you. Really, this isn’t what he’d meant when he’d said he wished Snufkin would talk to him about things. He had hoped it make him bring things up before it got this bad. They’d really have to talk about this later when they were both feeling more level headed.

He just hoped that it might stick this time. But if it doesn’t, he’ll do it again, and again, and again. He’ll tell Snufkin that he loves him, that he understands, that it’s okay he has needs he needs to be alone to fill until the mumrik believes him. And he’ll continue to do so even after that, because it’ll never stop being true.

It’s what Snufkin did for him, anyways, when his insecurities about their parting, about the possibility of him forcing Snufkin into something he doesn’t want, of making him feel stifled and trapped, reared their ugly heads. It was what you did when you loved someone. You told them so every day until they believed it and then you kept doing it.

It was a little ironic that they’d switched roles here, though.

“I have to leave, I have to see the world!” Snufkin was speaking again, but Moomin felt the words were less for him and more for Snufkin himself, somehow. “The world is so so big and it’ll only feel like I’m wasting it if I stay in one place all the time. Please understand, Moomintroll,” there was a hint of quiet desperation in his voice that broke Moomin’s heart to hear.

He had to think of something to say soon. Fortunately, he thinks that Snufkin just gave him the perfect opening.

As casually as possible, he says, “Oh, the world can’t be that big.”

Snufkin blinks at him, momentarily thrown out of whatever torrent of repressed emotion that had been raging inside his head by the sheer unexpectedness of such a response. “...What?” he asks like someone who’s read the same book a thousand times only to find another copy that read differently.

“Well, you know, it can’t be that big. I’d say it’s surprisingly small, actually, after hearing all the times you’ve gone on about how big it is” he says.

“...You only say that because you’ve seen so little of it,” Snufkin says, the words dragging out of him like he’s not entirely sure it’s wise to say them but still curious as to where he’s going with this. Oh, he can tell that Moomin is up to something with this line of conversation. He probably thinks he’ll ask to join him on his travels again.

Moomin hums a dissenting note. “ I’ve seen enough to know it’s beautiful and lovely and wonderful. It’s full to bursting of so many good, lovely things and still, surprisingly, small enough that I can fit the whole of it in my paws.” Gosh, he sounds soft to his own ears saying that, like melted chocolate and plush pillows. He finds it appropriate.

Snufkin looks even more confused now, face scrunching up in a way Moomin can’t help but think is adorable. But he looks like he’s about to protest, so Moomin decides to get on with it, carefully reaching over and cupping Snufkin’s face in his paws like he’s the most precious thing in the world, because he is.

“There, see? It fits perfectly.”

Snufkin’s eyes widen, mouth dropping open. His face just keeps getting redder as the seconds tick by. Moomin can feel the heat of his blush through his fur and he quietly thinks that a flustered Snufkin is also an adorable Snufkin. He should really do things like this more often. It’s been such a good distraction technique so far, too.

“...Moomintroll…” Snufkin whispers, sounding awestruck and quite like he’d like to pull his hat down over his face right about now. But he doesn’t, he continues looking back at him, refusing to hide from this, from him.

Instead, slowly, Snufkin’s paws come up to cover his own, like he’s been given something unbelievably fragile. He’s staring up into Moomin’s eyes like he’s the most wonderful thing he’s ever seen, like Moomin hung the stars in the sky for him to admire, like he’s lovestruck, and it makes warmth bloom in Moomin’s chest. It’s so much he feels like he might burst. He’d very much like to kiss him right now, he thinks.

So he does. He softly presses his snout into Snufkin’s forehead, knocking his ha askew in the process, because he can think of nothing sweeter than forehead kisses and he finds that appropriate. Snufkin deserves nothing but the sweetest things the world has to offer. He feels Snufkin’s temperature raise another degree. He’d be worried if he didn’t know it was just a blush, but nothing bad could possibly be accompanied by the loud purring that erupts from Snufkin’s chest, anyways.  As it is, he’s pretty proud of himself.

When he pulls back, he sees something move out of the corner of his eye. “It looks like we got a bite, Snufkin!” he says, carefully pulling his paws out of his hold and managing to sound at least mostly normal.

Snufkin, though, is still frozen in place, purring loudly with wide eyes and a red face, while Moomin moves off to calmly reel in their lines and place the their latest catch in the bucket they’d brought along.

“I think we’ve caught enough fish for today,” Moomin says, glancing at the bucket.

He walks over to Snufkin, holding his paw out to help him up, “How about we head back and make ourselves a meal?”

“...Yeah, sure, sounds good,” is the dazed response he gets, but Snufkin paw closes around his own and pretty soon they’ve cleaned up and are walking back home with paws clasped, so Moomin counts the day as a success.The purring he doesn’t stop hearing for the rest of the day lets him know he’s done something right, anyhow. Even if he doesn’t see Snufkin’s face again for the next several hours due to a certain green hat.

They’d have that talk a little later, but they would have it, so help him.

[canvas-the-florist]

Music Box

Ship: Royality

Warnings: Death mention, nightmares,  (tell me if I should add anything)

Type: Hurt/Comfort, fluff

Summary: Patton has been having nightmares that a certain voice can soothe.

Patton woke up with tears running down his face. He shook his sleepiness away and wiped his tears before turning to see Roman still asleep next to him; he was safe. He let out a sigh of relief and kissed his boyfriend’s forehead. It did no good for Thomas if he kept having nightmares like this. He couldn’t help it, but Patton still felt bad. He’s been getting dreams almost every night of the week that made him think that Roman was hurt or hated him. In this particular nightmare, Roman had been… No. Sides can’t die. Roman and Patton were fine and their relationship had been going fine.

“Patton? What time is it?” Roman stirred, wrapping his arms around Patton’s waist and snuggling in closer. “The sun isn’t even up yet.”

He didn’t respond. Making Roman concerned could make it worse. In an effort to console his boyfriend he choked out, “I’m fine, don’t worry about it.” It didn’t do much consolation apparently. His boyfriend sat up and hugged him tighter. The nice thing, and possibly depressing thing was, Roman understood not wanting to talk about issues. But, while he wouldn’t press for details, Patton would often spill it anyways. “I… had another nightmare again. You fought someone you can’t win and… you... “

“Hey,” Roman said, wiping a tear on Patton’s face that he didn’t know was falling. “You don’t need to tell me. I’m here and totally fine. I promise I won’t create something that can harm me that bad, okay?”

“I… Okay.”

Roman kissed Patton’s cheek and slowly laid both of them back down on the bed, humming slightly. Morality took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Something about Roman’s voice seemed to make him feel like he was floating and calm. Eventually, it turned into a soft lullaby. “So lemon boy and me, we just gotta get along together

I'll help him plant his seeds and we'll mow the lawn in bad weather…”

Patton smiled and hid his face in Roman’s chest. He wasn’t sure whether or not a lullaby could ward off a nightmare, but his boyfriend certainly could if one ever dare to arise again. “Lemon Boy and I, we're gonna live forever. Like Snufkin and Little My, we'll get around wherever.”

-

The morning didn’t come for Patton or Roman until about 2pm. When Roman woke up, he was surprised to be first and immediately laid back down to cuddle once more. When his soft boyfriend followed in his wake, Roman decided to sing again. What a good way to start the day; afternoon in their case, then to sing to your dearest loved one? 

“Hello, love,” Roman whispered, kissing Patton’s hand. Patton let out a soft giggle and sat up. The prince pulled his dear closer to him and sang any and all songs that went through his mind. Neither of them made much effort to move, besides rocking back and forth together. Patton quietly thought that if he got more nightmares he could have more lullabies from Roman. “Everything I do, yeah, I do for you. You’ll never build a wall that I can’t burn through… Uhhhhh… I’d do it all for you.”

Patton let out a laugh. “You don’t actually know the lyrics do you?”

The silence between the two said more than Roman ever could respond. Patton laughed again. It wasn’t malicious. He was happy that his boyfriend was singing to him in the first place. Quite honestly, he wished they had days like this more often.

“I don’t need to know the words! You listen to it enough that I can remember and sing the melody.” Roman’s face was red but he knew that Patton was only joking. “Besides, I need to keep that room in my brain for any and all Disney songs! Along with compliments for my dearest love! I can’t just remember the lyrics to a song I haven’t properly listened to when my brain needs to hold that space for important things!”

“Like compliments for me?” Patton blinked, tilting his head to the side. One would think he would blush or something, but he was actually focused on trying to remember where he put his glasses last night and why Roman’s freckles looked so darn cute. It was too early for him to be properly embarrassed. Without even realizing it he mumbled, “Stop looking so adorable I’m trying to do something.”

Roman raised an eyebrow and instead of responding kept singing. “How are you, my darling, today? I fall into a pile on the floor, puppy love is hard to ignore when everything you do I do adore.”

Eventually, Virgil knocked on the door, as being anxious, worried that they were in danger. Patton called out for him that the two should be left alone. Roman could feel Virgil rolling his eyes through the door. Once they heard his footsteps quiet, Roman pulled them off the bed and held both of Patton’s hands. 

“Wanna dance, mi amor?”

“You don’t need to ask questions you already know the answers to,” Patton replied, standing up fully. “But first, I have no idea where my glasses are.”

“It’s on the bed stand where you always put them, dear.” Roman did a hug thing to reach behind Patton and grab the glasses from behind him. He dramatically flourished his hand and bowed while presenting the glasses to his love. “A prince is not a prince without his comfort item.”

“Oh, and what’s your comfort item then?” Patton asked, snatching the glasses and putting them on. “You are a very handsome prince after all.” He blinked a bit and could finally see for the first time today.”

Roman’s face flushed and he crossed his arms as if he was embarrassed by either his comfort item or how pretty he was aware that Patton looked. “I guess you could say that I think you’re really calm. Don’t think as much into it as you need to, okay? I’ve been sappy enough today…”

Patton leaned forward and kissed Roman. “You’re talking to me, you could never be sappy enough if I’m the one you’re dating. Surely you should know that.”

There wasn’t a response, nor did Patton expect one. Roman just sighed, turning redder, and hugged his boyfriend which moved them into a slow sway together. Roman started singing again. He was singing from a cartoon series that they both knew but both were too fixated on each other to even recall which one. One could either call it adorable and leave it at that, but one could also call it gay and cry over it for multiple days instead. Obviously, the two were gay, it was something integral in Thomas and as the emotional and romance sides, they exemplified that the most vocally and clearly. 

If anyone called Roman straight, he would be personally offended and immediately serenade Patton while dipping him in the middle of a sidewalk. Patton would agree that he was straight and continue the conversation talking exclusively about Roman and everything about their relationship together. Roman hummed another song as the thought of this, deciding to dip his love and kiss him. Blast anyone who could call him straight around Patton, he thought as he cradled Patton’s cheek.

Once they finished dancing together, Patton gave his boyfriend another kiss and smiled. “Any chance you can sing me to sleep again?”

“It would cost a lot of cuddles, but it can be done, rest assured.”

Taglist: @cate-geo (Thanks for letting me write this, I hope you like it and enjoy Royality)