Snufmin//Moomins Oneshots

Yellow Roses And Red Tips {Fluff}

Moomin plopped down next to the rose bush, feeling the warm sun bathe him as he looked at the lovely flowers. Moominmamma grew many colors but if Moomin had to pick a favorite it'd be the those lovely light yellow ones that balanced throughout the other colors with ease.

There were many reasons those light yellow ones were his favorite. You see, when Moomin was younger Moominmamma would bring him out to her garden and they'd sit there, carefully looking at the roses as Moominmamma would tell Moomin each one of their meanings.

She would pick one of her light pink roses and hand it to the small boy, reciting the things grandmother had told her when she was his age. The small Moomin would hold the flower in his paws, rubbing his fingers over the soft, plush petals as he thought of what the color meant.

'Light pink' Moomin thought, shifting his paw through the flower bed and carefully stroking a sweet colored petal, the meanings would wash over him everytime he looked at a certain color of the roses. Light pink meant admiration, it meant sympathy and grace and joy and sweetness. Moomin smiled, pulling his paw back to him, carefully as to not get attacked by their thorns.

He looked at the yellow one his heart had taken such the liking to.

Yellow roses. Friendship, joy, delight, new beginnings, welcome back. Moomin found a small smile pull onto his lips as he looked at the color. He knew why he loved it so much, and he knew why he loved the ones of the same color with the red tips just as much. Yellow roses with red tips meant friendship, falling in love.

Moomin felt a small amount of blood ping to his cheeks as he thought about the flower more. The meaning wasn't the only thing that reminded him of someone, the color itself hid in the person Moomin thought about each time he saw the color too.

The yellow scarf that was draped around his neck was obviously a big flag but it wasn't the only yellow thing on the mumrik that came to Moomin's mind. It actually wasn't even any accessories that originally made Moomin link the beautiful yellow to Snufkin.

Snufkin had brown eyes, beautifully painted brown eyes and there was a mix of colors in them. But the color Moomin would notice the most was the yellow-golden color that would shimmer in his eyes everytime the light touched them a certain way. And everytime he would smile and chuckle and the color swirled around happily like a swimming fish. And when he gave off large smiles to Moomin and his eyes would crinkle I'm the corners just a bit and the lovely color would be pushed up through his eyes, it looked like when light shined off of a golden ring; working its way across the area before stopping and just happily shining where it was left off at.

Moomin loved seeing the color in Snufkins eyes, the golden sun against chocolate-caramel splashes. Or maybe Moomin loved them so much simply because Snufkin once said years ago that those yellow ones were his favorite. Although what started him down that hill didn't matter, he just knew that Snufkin was the one that made him love these flowers so much. He was the reason Moomin could just stare at that pale yellow for hours and not get bored for a second.

Moomin looked at the flower bed and smiled a bit more, reaching over and plucking one of the yellow topped roses, one with the red tips carefully painted on it as it faded back into the yellow almost lovingly. Moomin felt the small breeze wisp past him as he began carefully stroking on the petals before grabbing the middle of one from the top, plucking the petal off and dropping it down beside him.

"He loves me"

Was it childish to be doing this? Yeah, probably. But it made Moomin feel a sting of happiness inside as he carefully moved over to the next petal.

"He loves me not."

Moomin continued the chant petal by petal, carefully plucking apart the flower as he played his childish game, a cheeky smile stained to his lips. He got down closer to the middle as the petals began to slip off a lot more easily, the words continued to come out in that slight singsong tone you'd get when playing about any childlike game like this.

"He loves m—"

Moomin flinched a little as the petal ripped, the top half falling out of his hand as the bottom part laid limply, hanging away from the middle where the cluster of other petals resigned. "Oh shoot.." Moomin grumbled a little, sighing as he repeated what he was about to say but in his head this time. 'He loves me.'

He laid the mostly stripped flower down, looking carefully at the curled in petals. He was so close to the center. He knew it was just a silly game that didn't actually determine the outcome of anything but it kinda made him worried when the petal tore.

When he was smaller and him and his mother sat out here sometimes his mother would give him a flower, and they would play 'they love me, they love me not' but their family had a weird set of rules with the game. In which you couldn't tear the petal or else the game would end and you'd be stuck with the opposite of what line you were on. Of course it could end up good if you were to say they love me not but it never really tended to happen when on that line. It was some silly house rule they had when playing that didn't make all to much sense but made it funner as they had to be a bit more careful as to not rip the poor petal in two.

Moomin was snapped from his reminiscing thoughts as he heard the voice of the one that made him start thinking of these roses to began with. "What're you doing, Moomin?" Snufkin asked, sitting down in front of the boy who felt a small blush push to his cheeks simply from being next to Snufkin. "Just playing some childish games is all." Moomin said in a happy voice, smiling sweetly at the mumrik.

"Oh" Snufkin chirped quietly, looking at the rose petals pushed over to one side of the Moomin, stacked in a pretty neat pile. "So who are you thinking of?" Snufkin asked, taking note of the many small petals, yellow with its red tips looking as if they were dripped in red paint. "Oh, uhm- no one really, I just wanted to.." Moomin mumbled shyly as he rubbed the back of his neck.

Snufkin hummed and nodded his head a bit before offering a small smile to Moomin. "Hmm the ones with yellow are probably still my favorites after all this time, wanna know why?" Snufkin asked in a sweet tone, picking up one of the petals that's laid beside Moomin and rubbing it softly between his fingers. Moomin looked at the boy curiously as he nodded and began to spin the left over rose in his paw.

"Ive always seen you looking at them. They're the only ones you really spend practically hours looking at." Snufkin smiled a bit, offering a small chuckle with his explanation. Moomin had a slightly darker pink hue draped over his face as he just smiled after a second of looking at Snufkin like he was dumbfounded.

"These and the plain yellow ones of course, although I think I actually like the just yellows better. Because it's the first thing you try to give me when I get back in the spring, a welcome back gift as you say." Snufkin gave off a warm smile that made Moomin's heart speed up.

Moomin gave a big smile to Snufkin before he began to giggle a little. "I'll have to keep that in mind!" Moomin exclaimed, turning his body half way and picking another rose from the full bush, getting a plain yellow one this time. He pulled the thorns off carefully before leaning closer to the mumrik, lifting up his hat a tad bit to get to his desired place easier and placing the rose carefully above his slightly pointed ear.

"There! See it is a uhm— one to friendship?" Moomin questioned himself quietly, hearing Snufkin chuckle quietly snapped him from his thoughts. "I think I'd actually much prefer the red tipped one from you if were going by meanings, but any flower from you is muchly appreciated, Dove." Snufkin smiled a sweet smile again, watching Moomin think.

"Wouldn't it just be the same meaning though? Friendship? You just said you liked the plain yellow ones better?" Moomin questioned watching Snufkin just smile as he tried to process what the brown eyed boy meant. Moomin felt his face grow hot "W-Wait do you mean like-" Moomin questioned, his tail beginning to spring around in a happy hope Snufkin meant what he thought he did.

Snufkin just kept the smile to his face. "Red tipped roses would be my favorite coming from you when meaning is involved, Dove." Snufkin answered in his own weird way, watching Moomins face grow redder. "So do you— not just friendship??" Moomin stumbled to find words, watching Snufkin nod as his face grew hotter and he couldn't help but have a goofy smile planted to his face.

Yellow roses with red tips, meaning friendship and falling in love

'He loves me so'

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sorry this one ain't the best but it made me really happy to write so akxhsdjj

also sorry I havnt posted in a long ass time fucking school is starting and it's ✨horrible✨