Moomin one shots

Un Poetry(SnufkinxReader)

Snufkin and yourself sat on the bridge to Moomin house. you kept a bored focus on the float while Snufkin fished. It was one of those days where words had no fit. The sun was filtered by overcast but in a happy way. The light was dispersed in a way that looking up meant a definite sneeze. Insects buzzed about the rivers bank and curiously around the ring of flora around snufkins hat. Before you knew it the float had submerged. You happily cheered for Snufkin as he reeled a decent sized perch in. 

~Snufkin pov~
(Y/N) clapped their hands together and cheered as i reeled in my supper. They always were so sunny and supportive even toward the little things. Even on days of overcast they beamed like the sun cut the clouds. 

Later in the day they had ran off to go find seashells or something equally as nice to pass the day. I sat outside my tent and prepared my catch for cooking. Despite getting all the space in the world i felt strangely tied down. As if some string of space was tethering me. I sometimes felt like this and it was normal but ever since i met (Y/N) its gotten stronger. Like with a hum they could have me domesticated. I closed my eyes and went on to eat my supper when my heart skipped and i nearly dropped everything.
"I'm in love.."
As soon as the world would allow i had clumsily fell into my tent and ripped out a writing pad. 
"(Y/N) likes poetry so i will write them some as a confession.."

~writers pov~
While snufkin wrote, erased and wrote more You were out by the ocean. Dragging a stick along behind you to catch feel of any thing you may want to dig up. Your homes shelves and any other vacant space was stacked with the pretty shells you found. Unorganised but it was beautiful, that, you thought, was how one awaiting for love should be. The messy, quirky one with an open heart awaiting to be swept away by their fated love. 

Once your pockets filled with neat things that were washed up and buried for your finding, you stepped cat footedly through the gentle lapping waved. 

Back to snufkin now. He had a sloppy page of disconnected lines that even he could barely make sense of. Messy and mostly illegible but full of feeling. Snufkin dawned his hat and mouth organ then set out further north. With an intense gate he marched through the nearly endless forest. By nightfall he stopped at the edge of a familliar smelling campsite.
"D-Joxter?"
Out from the tents flaps Joxter crawled out with an expression showing he was awoken by the intrusion but not bothered.
"Son how are you?"
The men took a seat by the camp fire and Snufkin dug for his paper while Joxter lit up his pipe.
"Health wise i am well as i hope you are? I.. just wanted your opinion or input on something."
Joxter nodded as to say he too was well and took a puff before reaching for the paper. Minutes passed before he spoke up, Snufkin sat anxiously.
"Son, either i'm getting old or you cannot write. I can't make out very many words here. What is the matter?"
Snufkin examined his own writing and found the error. In the rush he wrote far too fast.
"Well-uh.. Theres this person and i.. i think i love them. The problem is i cant come up with a good poem to express my feelings."

A good hour of silence passed. Both men took turns throwing in little twigs every so often to the gentle flames. 
"You know,"
Snufkin looked up expecting a direct answer from his father.
"Poetry isn't the only means of romancing. Just go and tell them flat out?"
"Oh i can't do that i would look silly!"
Joxter chuckled and packed a little more tobacco in his pipe.
"You are young though, things like that can and will always be looked back on in fondness as you grow into something new. The old is what makes or breaks the new. Try too hard and it wont feel as nice to get out yknow?"
Snufkin didn't really understand but he guessed that was the  point. He threw the scrap page into the fire and prepared to head back home.
"Thank you dad."

By daybreak Snufkin made it back to his tent just as you were headed there to say good morning.
"Good morning Snufkin! I had the nicest dream oh!!"
He quickly took your hands and scraped the last inch of courage he required.
"Snufkin?"
He took a deep breath and let it all out.
"(Y/N) i love you. How you are always such a ray of light and how you enjoy even the simplest things. Your home is filled with the little treasure you find so beautiful and- and i wonder, do i have a place there? Your home is like your hears and i do hope there is a space for me. A space i may come and stay, a place for my love. I may come and go as that is how i am but when i am around  i hope you will have me at your side as your partner. I love how you give me space and i hope you see it as i do a space to fill with love for one another."
You stand blushing from the seeming suddenness and hold his paws close, giving each one a kiss before leaving one of his forehead.
"Of course dear, i would want nothing more than to be yours and you be mine. I love you too!"

Snufkin gave you a quick kiss and listened as you hummed a sweet tune before saying anything.
"You know? I tried for so long to come up with  a good poem instead but i'm just not as good with words as you are (Y/N).."
"Oh but how you just came out and said it was so lovely, just out of my dreams! Poetic in itself i guess? I can't word how but i guess you could call it un poetry."