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Snufkin Imagines|| TrashWriterPseude’s First Post

[These are x Reader-- This one is just some random scene, it isn’t very good. I haven’t written in a while, so I’ve definitely lost my edge. Oh well.] 

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In truth, whilst meaning well for the most part, you’d be much more trouble than any of the Moomins or My would have anticipated when you were new to the valley. 

A soft, subtle presence and agreeably mannered had made you seem quite the company, at least at first. Though there was a certain unpredictability to you, just like the weather. Suddenly a sunny day had come forth clouds from the horizon to bring about violent wild storms to cloud your clear conscience, and in such times you could go from very calm to exponentially worse than any rain or cold outside. 

Floating about in streams fully clothed, climbing up trees and sleeping in them, digging up holes when no explanation seemed to perfectly fit to your correction, that no, you had a thought behind it, you could go from well kempt and civilized to a wild thing, the kind that slept in burrows and crept up on the smaller kinds of creatures for the sake of ill fated entertainment. 

You were meant to be amongst the grass, the falling leaves, the dirt and open air. Why, anyone could see that plainly, despite how convincing your charade of cleanly manners and a well sounding disposition. Whence you came from never left you, you were part of nature just as it were part of you. 

Thus, things became much more intriguing at the introduction of the traveler, the man of a quiet presence himself, and agreeable manners. You had met yourselves at dinnertime, as he had come to the valley at the approach of spring, and you had come in time for supper. 

He looked to you as you looked to him, and Moomin Mamma sought to introduce you before Moomintroll came down and stole away Snufkin’s attention. 

“Snufkin dear, this is our friend. I hope the two of you will get along nicely, and that doesn’t mean in the mud nor in any other dirt, I say.” That second bit was definitely directed at you, though you paid it little mind and kept your focus to the knotted thread tablecloth. 

“My my, a new friend you say?” “Yes that’s right.” What a fun textile it was, the knotted coarse threads of a handmade tablecloth. 

“Well, I do say that is quite interesting.” Moomin Pappa chimed as he neared round from the stairs, a hand over the wooden rail. “I would have thought you both to have gotten along swimmingly by now, but it seems you’ve gone shy on us.” You shot your head up to look at him, wanting to inquire just what he was insinuating, yet he kept to his bemused smile and brought a pipe to his lip. 

“Ah, please Pappa, no smoking in the house! You’ll yellow up the walls!” Mamma chided him, leaving the two of you to sit in the presence of one another without either of the Moomins’ attention.  

“So you’re new to the valley. What brings you here?”

You looked up from your nail scratching at the tablecloth once again, to meet his unthreatening eyes. 

“...I haven’t a story short or simple enough to say, but I have come to stay, for now.” 

“Hmm.” He seemed intrigued. “But a story you must have, I wonder what kind of story.” 

You tried to keep your focus away from his face, and noted that the breeze from the window was quite nice, and the new maize colored curtains were pleasant to view through the light of the sun. 

“Yes, yes. It’s a story of mystery, my boy!” Pappa neared ‘round again, taking his seat at the head of the table. “It was quite the surprise, to find someone in the middle of a blizzard, when most of us would be asleep!”

“What were you doing out in a storm then? I thought Moomins could hardly stand the cold.” 

Pappa gave a hearty laugh. “Oh, I wasn’t! This one here came knocking on our door, and Mamma was the one who answered!”

“That I did,” Said she, “--and I found standing there a well dressed youngling with what seemed to be a trail of footsteps that started abruptly from nowhere!”

“Had they been swept away by the snow?” He leaned forward, propping his chin on his fist. 

“No, not at all! The air was quite still in the moment you stood in the door, wasn’t that right?” She looked to you for confirmation, and you nodded. “Unfortunately, not everything makes a whole lot of sense. So you may choose not to believe me, but it is true what she says.” 

“Hmm. A real mystery then. Say, you aren’t a criminal, are you?”

“Goodness no.” You shook your head, mortified. “I wasn’t running from the law if that’s what you mean!” He chucked at you, and shook his head. The sound was pleasant somehow, though it made you uncomfortable to think that you were speaking so freely with someone you had hardly known. 

“Pity. I wouldn’t have minded if you had. Though that hardly narrows down what you were doing there in that storm, nor can I make any sense of you just appearing out of thin air.” 

“Well, I suppose a story for another time.” You returned to your task of feeling up the tablecloth, though he seemed to want more from you than that. Pappa nodded though. “You’ll have plenty of time to tell us all later. Perhaps in front of a fire?” He suggested. 

“Mmm....Perhaps.”