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. 

"Hello dear, how was your day today?" Moominmamma asks, her words seemed rushed, but Moomin paid no attention, 

"It was great Mama!" Moomin said cheerfully "Snufkin and I went fishing near the southern part of the river, well, I did most of the fishing, I may have made him a bit angry and he decided to let off some steam by taking a stroll in the woods, he must have been quite mad, he was gone for a while."

Moominpappa seemed to flinch, but Moomin still didn't notice. 

"Ehem... Moomintroll, about Snufkin-" 

"what about him? is something wrong?" Moomin cuts off his father, looking up from his stew.

"Well um uh..." Moominpappa starts "We don't think you should go see him from now on." Moomin's eyes widen. "What, why? You've always let me go out with him and yet you don't allow me now?" 

Moominmamma sighs heavily and painfully, "well... Dear... it's complicated." 

"Complicated?!" The couple looks at eachother before turning back to Moomin, "I Think nows the time to tell you, Dear."

Moominmamma and Moominpappa try their best to explain everything about Snufkin, that he was a true criminal, a murderer, how he uses violence to solve his problems, and how he might be using poor Moomin to cover his tracks. Moomin stares at his parents, trying to process what he just heard. Snufkin? A murderer? Impossible. But these words are coming from his own parents, the two most honest moomins in the world, but... 

"No... I don't believe you." He says, standing up from his chair "I don't believe you." 

"But dear, its true." Moominmamma says painfully "Haven't you noticed all the disappearances all over MoominValley?"

 Moomin eyes widen again, how has he not realize that? The fact that he hasn't seen the Park Keeper in since last Summer, or some of the Woodies in the forest. Even Ninny went missing, but this time it wasn't of neglect. Moomin couldn't believe it, they might be telling the truth, but then again... 

"Then why isn't he in jail?! Huh?!" he snaps, 

"Well, Moomintroll... well--" 

"TheN YOU'RE LYING!!" 

this is the first time he shouts at his Parents. He sprints out the house, slamming the door behind him. He walks to the bridge and sits in the edge for a while, think about what his Parents said. Is it really true, is Snufkin not what he seems to be? Finally he had enough, he needed answers. Moomin walks over to Snufkin's tent, putting his ear against the front only to hear the vagabond's soft snores. 

"Knock Knock." he says softly, soon a light turns on inside the tent and the slap opens to reveal Snufkin's head peaking out, 

"Why, good evening Moomintroll, what brings you here so late?" asks Snufkin 

"Its only seven-thirty." Moomin points out,

 "Still late." 

"okay thats not the point, I'm here because of some things my Parents said about you..."

 "Well you can tell me about it" Snufkin invites Moomin to come in, "I'll help with whats bothering you."

Moomin tells Snufkin about the things he's heard about the vagabond, that he's a murderer using Moomin for his own benefit, 

"Well," Snufkin says "It seems like your Parents are a little tired, is all, maybe a nice walk in the forest can help calm you nerves, you saw me take my stroll didn't you? I felt much better when I came back." 

"well, I suppose so..." 

"Great." 

Snufkin leads Moomin out of the tent to take their short walk. Snufkin looks over his shoulder and looks at the Moomins' house, a nice Blue cylindrical building with some of the lights inside blocked by the closed windows. 

"Hey Moomintroll, maybe I should pay your parents a visit, its been a while since I've seen them."

Third fic, a sort of sequel to the second one, based on the two endings of the AU

"Snufkin, is this true?" Moomin was shooked, his best friend in front of him caught and tangled in chains, a silver knife in his hand glowed in the dim light, his dark eyes shaded by his iconic hat. Snufkin was planning to murder Moomin's own parents after they tried to tell their son about him, but the moomin couple and a few other citizens of MoominValley knew what was going on. They had set a trap which actually worked, and they have brought Moomin over to see his friend in chains. 

"Tell me, Snufkin. Is this true?" Moomin was trying to sound gentle, but his words came out more stern and hurt. Snufkin had a dangerous yet painful look on his face, all his hard work to keep Moomin with him. Gone. Now he knew. 

"Yes, this is true." Snufkin sighed "But I need you with me Moomintroll, I'm doing this for you. Do you realize how much I love you?" 

Moomin was silent, close to tears, "I loved you too but this is wrong, just murdering people for my love?!" 

"They were in the way, I had to." Snufkin almost snarled. To him, those creeps were trying to grab Moomin's attention, steal him away, prevent Snufkin from seeing him. Mix that with his endless love for Moomin and it became maddening. 

"No wonder you were so violent, your temper cut so many lives short!" Moomin cried "You should've never came here and met me, and maybe my friends wouldn't be dead because of you." 

Snufkin froze, his ears rang, his love made it official, there will be no happily ever after for them. "Moomintroll..." 

"Shut up!" Moomin started crying "Take him to the jailhouse" He orders to the others painfully "Tomorrow morning he is to leave MoominValley and never come back.".

The next morning was a gloomy one, the grass seemed dryer, the sky seemed darker, and the forest didn't sing. Snufkin was brought out of his cell, hands bound together by large iron cuffs. The vagabond looked terrible, his skin was paler than usual, with small bags below his eyes and dirt all over his face, it was obvious he didn't sleep at all that night. As they brought him out of his cell, Snufkin didn't even complain or struggle, he just slouched mournfully as he walk. Outside was the Moomin family, along with his bag with everything pack inside. 

"You know." The new Hemulen Police Officer starts "We were planning to put you in court in a nearby town outside this place, but your 'friend' over there just wanted you to leave." Snufkin barely looked at the Officer, he just continued to stare down at his feet. 

"Good morning, Snufkin." Moomin greets but this time not in his happy normal tone, and Snufkin swears he can detect some traces of spite and anger and pain in that sentence. 

"Hello, Moomin." Snufkin's voice was quiet and dry, matching how he looked, "I suppose I should leave now." 

Moominmamma sighed, "Well, dear, Moomintroll is going to accompany you to the edge of MoominValley, a... final goodbye per say." 

Snufkin eyes widen, but he relaxes just as quickly and gives a small nod. "What about... these?" Snufkin raises his hands to show the cuffs.

"He'll unlock them as soon as you reach the border." Moominmma' voice was gentle like normal, but no smile was present on her face. Snufkin nods again.

Soon Snufkin and Moomin were walking through the woods like how they used to, but this time Snufkin was in cuffs and Moomin was carrying his bag, Snufkin's knife was already confiscated, it was pretty strange. Moomin was oddly quiet for the most part, and so was Snufkin, making it a little awkward. 

"So... this is it," Moomin suddenly starts "Our final walk together, too bad it isn't the last because of some other reason other than this." Moomin looked very pained, his eyes red and puffy from trying not to cry. 

"I suppose it is." Snufkin surprisingly was also suppressing tears, they were nearing the border now. Once they got there, Moomin took out a key ring and inserts on of the keys into a keyhole in the cuff, opening them and freeing Snufkin's arms. 

"Well, we're here, so I guess this is goodbye." Moomin says, Snufkin was on the verge of crying, but he took on a calm look. 

"I guess it is...." Moomin thought for a while, "You know I will still miss you."

 Snufkin turned to his friend, color seeming to return to his face, "Yeah... I will too...I'm sorry... for everything"

"I can't forgive you Snufkin, I may never, but I won't forget you, the you I knew." And with that, he takes his bag from Moomin and sets off.

"Farewell Moomintroll, may my spring tune sing without me." he turns and walks away, feeling a few tears down his cheek. 

"Farewell to you too, Snufkin." Moomin says quietly. 'And no final kiss...' they both thought 'Maybe someday...'

Bonus Ending for the third fic(yay)

It was a cold spring night, the flowers outside moved in the wind. Moomin was in his room, trying to sleep, it's been years since Snufkin's exile. Yes, he is still mad, but he can't stop thinking about him, about what might have happened to him. Moomin rolls and turns in his bed, trying to stop his thoughts, but he couldn't. He just couldn't. 

"This is enough" he says as he stands up, goes to his bag, and packs in a few things. He opens his window and starts climbing down, running into the woods. The next morning, he was nowhere to be found.

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Yay

We're done

Again, these AUs don't belong to me they belong to @Http-ZeroGravity so go check em out they are very creative and talented, I honestly loved her idea one-shot thing of the Groke's origins, absolute genius

So yeah... thats it. Hope ya'll enjoyed and Good Night

btW DID YOU KNOW HOW MANY HOURS I SPENT ON THESE---?!