#caregiver snufkin

[buttercupagere]

snufkin as a caregiver <3

requested by anon!

[cody-softandsmall]

I wanna see more joxter or snufkin mood boards

[gyrfa-gariadus]

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

hi!! would you be able to do a fic of snufkin taking care of a sick regressor? if you could make the regressor aged 3-4 that would be great!! tysm!!!!!!

Of course! I'm so sorry this took so long, I was actually feeling pretty unwell myself so I was struggling to get any writing done. I also have emetophobia so I had to be a little vague with the illness I hope that's okay ʕ`•̥ᴥ•̥`ʔ

I really like how this came out though and I hope you do too! <3

Snufkin Cares for Sick Little Reader <3

It's been a long couple of days. You figured you were safe from sickness as the weather warmed, but unfortunately the Valley had other ideas. Stuck in bed while the others went off to play and seek adventure had you grumbly and moodier than usual.

It just wasn't fair! How come you are the only one who can't get their limbs to cooperate when you try to get up and walk around? And that was without mentioning the fever and icky tummy.

But Moomin has promised today will be different. He and the others have gone into the woodland to find a rare plant Moominmama spied in Granny's notes that will hopefully bring your temperature down and give you a little more energy.

Snufkin had volunteered to stay back and take care of you. When asked if he was sure (he did have the best eye for plants among the group after all), he pointed them in the direction of the Hemulen (who's eye was even better than his when it came to flora and fauna) and said he was needed more by your side today.

You hadn't known what he meant by that until you felt it. That telltale fuzzy feeling in the back of your mind.

Everything is just so hard right now. You're tired and achy and nothing feels good to eat and all you want to do is cry and stomp your feet.

You're regressing.

It shouldn't be a surprise - days of feeling icky and not being able to play with your friends? A recipe for disaster. Luckily, Snufkin had noticed and appointed himself caregiver for the day.

"It's okay to let go." He says, eyes tilted towards the sky as you both lay out on the grass, cushions from Moominmama propping you up and keeping you comfortable while the gentle breeze attempts to wash your fever away. "I'm here. I've got you."

You feel the tears well up as soon as he finishes speaking. Any resistance you might've felt melts away and you allow yourself to feel miserable in the only way a toddler knows how. You let the tears fall with a whimper and soon you're cradled against a soft green coat, rocking in a soothing motion while you wail.

"I know, I know little one." Snufkin coos. "You've been so brave, haven't you? I know it hurts but I just know you'll feel better soon."

He places a small kiss against your head, and keeps talking when the tears slow.

"And when you do, we'll go on as many adventures as you'd like. To the beach, to the woods, even soaring through the sky. Anything you can dream up, angel."

"Da others be there?" You question, one hand rubbing at your eyes and the other clutching at Snufkin's coat as if scared he might disappear.

Snufkin chuckles and takes over wiping away your tears, much gentler than you yourself had been. He produces a pacifier from his pocket and clips it to your own clothes, giving you the comfort of knowing it's there without pressuring you to use it if you aren't quite feeling young enough.

"Yes, the others will be back as soon as they can be. And you know they love to play with you, whatever age you feel on the inside. I bet each of them has an idea for an adventure, we can ask them later if you'd like?"

You nod quickly, then pout when your head hurts at the motion.

"Owie."

Snufkin kisses your forehead with sympathetic eyes.

"I know, sweet one. Do you think you could manage some soup? I made some earlier and it might help hydrate you more than water. I'd hope it'd be tastier too." He adds, noting your scrunched nose at the mention of water. It feels like all you've been doing these past days is drinking water.

You nod slowly, hoping the food goes down well this time. If Snufkin says it's a good idea, you're going to believe him.

You didn't, however, factor in the fact your friend would have to get up to fetch the food.

A whine passes your lips and you cling on even tighter to his coat.

"Nuh uh! Snuf'in stay!" You protest. Snufkin hushes you, stroking your hair till you calm a little.

"Easy, sweetheart." He coos again. "I'll be right back. Count to ten for me, okay?"

You do so reluctantly, counting between shaky breathes the longer Snufkin is away from you. He smiles encouragingly as he emerges from his tent, large flask in hand.

"There." He says, plopping back beside you before you've even reached the number ten. "I'm so proud of you, little one. I know that was hard."

You get another kiss to your head for your efforts and you can't help the smile that overtakes you. Snukin is proud of you!

"There's that sweet smile." Snufkin says, smiling back as he opens the lid of the flask and pours some soup into it. "Now, I'm going to hold this, just sip carefully okay? And we'll see how you feel once you've tried some."

The task sounds simple enough, and you nod your head with determination. Snufkin boops your nose, and then lifts the soup to your mouth for you to take the first sip.

It's DELICIOUS.

Your eyes widen and Snufkin pulls the lid back as you attempt to gulp all of it down at once.

"Ah ah, not so fast." He says. "I'm glad you like it, but you have to take it easy at first, okay?"

You pout, but nod. Snufkin giggles.

"Okay." He says, bringing the soup to your mouth again.

You sip much more slowly this time, basking in the warmth of the food and the ache in your head fading into the background.

When you can't drink anymore, Snufkin closes the flask and rolls it away from you both, pulling you in to snuggle against him again.

"Now. I think a nap is in order, then by the time you wake up the others should be here to help you feel all better. How's that sound?"

At your clear hesitation, Snufkin continues.

"We can take a nap right here beneath the sky. Together."

You smile and hum in confirmation, allowing Snufkin to lower you both onto the cushions. He tucks your head under his chin, curling into one another, and begins to hum.

The tune isn't a familar one, most likely taking inspiration from the wind, the rustling leaves, the bubble of the stream not so far away.

It sounds like home, and you allow yourself to drift, knowing you are safe, and you are loved.

[ravenkiddo]

Caregiver Snufkin moodboard! I watched some moomins the other day and I love the idea of Snufkin as a caregiver!

[natsuki-bakery]

hai! can i get an inbox check?

Hii ! Here is it !

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[babybunnytyme]

Mommie gots me snufkin hats! Just gotta waits for it's to get here. (Thanks mommie!)

[jancmalandra]

Mrs. Fillyjonk's General Store

On finding your way home

Mrs. Fillyjonk spent her days following a carefully planned routine, which was very much what everyone in Moominvalley had come to know her for. What had gradually changed over the years, however, was how she spent all this effort and passion for control. When she and her three children had first arrived in Moominvalley, she clearly felt that her perfectionism set her above everyone else in the village. She was immediately at odds with the Moomin family and their freewheeling lifestyle because they were her closest neighbors.

Inevitably, the Moomin family were the first to attempt to welcome Mrs. Fillyjonk to Moominvalley. It didn't go well and she and Moominmama wound up locking horns frequently over the next three years. Fortunately, Moomintroll, Snufkin, Snork Maiden, and Sniff charmed their way into friendship with Mrs. Fillyjonk's three children, Allan, Robert, and Linda over the first week that they all met. The children began a sort of conspiracy against Mrs. Fillyjonk's severe, elitist, controlling temperament which proved very effective.

Mrs. Fillyjonk was a strict, overprotective disciplinarian towards her children precisely because she loved them very much. She wanted to protect them from the world that she had come to see as cruel and dangerous because of bitter experiences during her marriage. As Moomintroll and his friends taught her children how to have fun and enjoy life, she found herself being softened gradually by their growing happiness.

Eventually, she and Moominmama became friends and Moominmama helped her to warm her icy relationship with the families of Moominvalley. She joined the Moominvalley Women's Club and mutual understanding between Mrs. Fillyjonk and the villagers of Moominvalley began to grow. The final thing that made her a fully welcome member of the community was her growing friendship with Mr. Hemulen.

Mr. Hemulen was a beloved figure in Moominvalley. Everyone looked forward to seeing him wandering through the valley each day, closely examining every flower he came across. Despite the solitary existence he led, he was always willing to pitch in and help anyone who asked. His spectacular fireworks were in regular demand throughout Spring, Summer, and Fall every year. Mrs. Fillyjonk came to respect his scientific expertise, but she was concerned about his tendency to avoid community events where he wasn't providing fireworks.

She barged her way into Mr. Hemulen's life and made sure he would be there for big celebrations and holiday parties. She was instantly appalled at the disorderly state he kept his cottage in when she came to visit him for the first time. He didn't have the fortitude to prevent her from putting his home and greenhouse in order, but he managed to draw the line at his fireworks workshop. Mrs. Fillyjonk was not eager to be blown to smithereens by misfortune.

She did insist on checking on him twice a week to do housecleaning and make sure that he was eating properly. After several months Mr. Hemulen began to look forward to her regular visits, and caring for him brought out her gentle side even more. It would be an exaggeration to say that they were in love, but they had come to enjoy each other's company very much.

A year after Moomintroll and Snork Maiden's children were born, Mr. Hemulen's health went into a very rapid, frightening decline after he suffered a bad fall in his cottage. Mrs. Fillyjonk was the first to find him and immediately moved in with him. She became his full-time caregiver as his advanced age slowly crippled him totally. She made sure to put all of his affairs in order, taking particular care to hand over his fireworks supplies to his nephew, who took them back with him to Tornio and his fireworks business there.

Mrs. Fillyjonk alerted the members of the Moominvalley Women's Club when Mr. Hemulen's last days were clearly upon him. She, Moominmama, and all the members of the club stood by his bedside as he quietly passed away in his sleep. Mrs. Fillyjonk made all of the funeral arrangements and it was a fitting memorial to him. The entire Moominvalley community spent the year in mourning and Mrs. Fillyjonk helped everyone deal with their grief as she dealt with her own.

She kept living in Mr. Hemulen's cottage, caring for all the exotic plants in his greenhouse and his extensive flower garden. She also got Moominpapa's help organizing Mr. Hemulen's voluminous notes on plants and making sure that they were published for posterity. She wanted Mr. Hemulen's cottage to stand as more than just a memorial to him and decided to turn it into a general store for the village. Mrs. Fillyjonk's disciplined mind made her a natural at starting and maintaining a business and her General Store soon became a welcome fixture at the heart of the village. Her three children became capable employees in short order, but when Alan and Robert went to Tornio University, she and her daughter Linda found the store almost more than they could handle.

Mrs. Fillyjonk could see that Linda would very soon want to go out into the world on her own as well. She wanted her daughter to feel completely free to pursue an independent life, so she put out a flyer in the village offering a good job to a promising candidate. The first person to respond wasn't at all who she might have expected.

On the first Monday in May, a very pretty young human woman entered Mrs. Fillyjonk's General Store in the late morning and handed one of Mrs. Fillyjonk's flyers back to her. She had bright red hair tied up in a green bow and wore a long green dress that came down to her black leather shoes. She wore a small bell around her neck that was old and no longer worked. She was carrying two large traveling bags that were obviously stuffed full with her belongings.

"I would like to apply for the position you're offering.", she said very calmly and professionally as she set her luggage down, "I'm looking to move to Moominvalley permanently and I need a source of income. Since I'm looking to become a part of the community, you don't have to worry that I'll forget my obligations to you as my employer or suddenly leave without notice. I would also appreciate it if you could point me to some affordable lodgings."

"Very well.", said Mrs. Fillyjonk kindly, "I must say that you give a very good first impression. You may start in three days, after we get you settled in of course. You may stay in my old cottage free of charge as long as you keep both the house and yard in good condition. I'll give you three months to prove yourself here, and then we'll see. Oh! How terribly rude of me! I've completely forgotten to ask you your name!"

"Ninny. Ninny Hampton."

To Be Continued

[mcschnuggles]

(Moomins Anon) Ok so holy shit u draw fast & I’m impressed & also omigosh!! I’m literally so excited I can’t stop smiling tysm!! *Hugs* Also that’s rly good for not being familiar with moomins, wow!! V good Moomintroll, A+, v big & round!! Snufkin is a big comfort character for me & I think he’d make loads of sense as a baby given his history in canon & Moomin has Big Caregiver Energy & nobody else in the fandom ever explores it so I will cherish this omigosh. ^w^

asldfkajsdf you're very kind thank you so much!!! I'm really really happy you enjoyed it because I was big nervous! Thank you for giving me this request btw because I think I'm gonna check out Moomin now! I really like its vibes and it seems super chill and sweet <33

[doe-eyed-dreamr]

hi hi !! i was wondering if you could maybe make an imagine of snufkin from moominvalley as a caregiver, like tucking a regressor into bed (sry its rly weird lol, u totally dont have to do it)

Ahh not weird at all! Snufkin is such a comfort character of mine and this was a lot of fun to write. I hope you like it ^-^

Cg!Snufkin, little!reader imagine ~

It's been a day of adventure in Moominvalley, as it often is, and the cold evening air is soothing on your skin. Snufkin sits beside you, crafting a tune to mirror the light of the stars on his harmonica.

You sway with the sound letting it surround you like a blanket, and Snufkin turns to face you, a smile tugging at the sides of his instrument.

Easy as anything, the music shifts in nature, and the sound of a familiar lullaby has you pouting in realisation.

"There there, little one," Snufkin's lilting voice hushes, song paused for now. "The day must come to an end eventually for a new one to begin."

He reaches over, soother in his hand like magic, and places it in your mouth. You can feel your shoulders drop almost instantly, eyes going droopy as the day's exhaustion finally catches up with you.

Snufkin uses the opportunity to clear things away for the evening, extinguishing the fire last and quickly making his way beside you as he catches you shiver.

"Come, my little explorer, it's warmer inside."

Gentle as ever, he guides you into the tent. The starlight from outside filters through the mossy walls, casting a green glow on the space that reminds you of sunshine through a tree canopy. Chuckling at your enamoured expression, Snufkin settles you down against soft blankets and pillows that Moominmamma may or may not have added to when she noticed your penchant for feeling small before bed.

Snufkin takes one of the blankets, a colourful, quilted thing, and drapes it across your shoulders.

"There," He says. "Snug as a bug."

You giggle pulling the blanket in tighter around you.

"Now, if I tell you a story, do you promise to try to sleep?" Snufkin asks, raising an eyebrow. You hum an affirmative and he nods, leaning back against the pillows and tucking you in next to him.

"It was a cold night on the lonely mountains..."

And as Snufkin's voice recites stories of long-gone Winters, you feel yourself drifting off to sleep. Carried by melodic words, and ready to dream of great mountains, and starry skies.