Ideas and AUs

One-shots I wrote in a comment section(Some Moomin AUs)

So I wrote these things in a comment section... with the only save being Copy... yay..?

These oneshots are all based on @Http-ZeroGravity 's AUs, not mine(okay the last two are a combination of hers and mine cuz they're so similar)

they're all in her Moomin Headcanons and Crack book in parts #42, #61, and #68 so go check out that book too cuz it is a masterpiece

anyway enjoy my terrible writing

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First fic, based on a fanfic idea

moomin can't believe, how could everyone forget him?! 'Maybe I'm just missing something' he thought, suppressing tears, 'Maybe... Maybe this is all a dream. Maybe its still winter, and I'll wake up and everyone will remember me... right...?' Moomin was close to tears now, blinking his eyes hard, his throat feeling dry. That is until he hears a familiar tune ring through the trees, notes that were one part expectation and two part spring sadness. 

"Snufkin!" Moomin cheered, "Maybe he still remembers! I bet he knows something!" Moomin runs off following the music until he ends up out of the woods and looking at his home on the hill. He looks at Snufkin's little campsite, it's fire lit with some fish cooking on top. The Vagabond himself was sitting by the stream, a fishing rod stuck out of the dirt next to him, its hook in the water. Snufkin was playing his Harmonica as the watched the current, waiting for a fish to appear for him to snag on his line. 

"Snufkin!" he hears his name, he stops playing and sees a moomin running towards him, looking much like the happy little couple on the hill across the stream. 

"Why hello there, what brings you here?" Snufkin asks

"Oh Snufkin, something is wrong with everyone, they don't seem to remember me! I thought you might know something." The moomin asks

"Well thats most likely because no one knows you yet."

"what?"

"I may travel alot but I don't seem to remember seeing you around these parts since I last been here."

"And.." the moomin gulps, already at a full stop, he was shaking, stiff, but shaking 

"When was that last time?"

"About... 2 years ago"

Moomin stiffens, Snufkin really has forgotten about him, he no longer has a reason so come back to MoominValley every Spring. Tears form in the corners of his eyes as he truly feels alone and helpless. 

"Sir, is something bothering you?" Snufkin asks, looking concerned, he even ignores the fact his fishing rod has caught a migrating Bass. this stranger seems to claim that they know eachother, maybe even friends. But he just doesn't know him from anywhere, not even from his travels. And the poor moomin stands there, crying. 

"look, Sir, I wish I could help you, but I can't recall any time we've had together. I'm truly sorry." Snufkin stands up to try to comfort the moomin, but as soon as his hand touches the moomin's fur, in a fit of anger, grief, and disbelief, he runs, sprinting into the trees leaving Snufkin standing there, wondering what was with that peculiar moomin. With a sudden determination, he packs his bag, and goes out to find answers.

Second fic, based on a combination of Zero's and my AUs

Moomin sat down at the dinner table content, he just had a nice day with his best friend Snufkin after all. Yes, Snufkin tends to have... anger issues at times, but otherwise he's pretty calm and nice to be around. Moomin grabs the spoon and starts eating his stew cheerfully, unaware of the closed windows all over the house or the absence of Little My. He think she simply went back to her mother Mymble and is traveling the world on the shell of a turtle. But no, that is not the case. Moominmamma sets the table some more while Moominpappa reads a book... about... Murder Mysteries? huh. Both looked tense, like they were expecting something to happen.