Snufkin falls sick after a particularly bad run in with a spring storm and Moomin comes to the rescue. Snufmin stuff ensues.

Gavin Woodring ends up in the world of the Moomins, who are kind trolls. Join him as he tries to figure out his place in the world, finding adventure and love along the way. OCxHarem.

The desire to simply forget about your mistakes or runaway from your hopes and and dreams instead of doing something about it can seem harmless enough. The tiresome guilt will go away tomorrow, or next week, it's just so easy. Only, it is because that trouble will only build up until it doesn't go away. Maybe that's exactly what was needed, and true freedom will finally be realized

This is just a short fluffy piece about the Hobgoblin and the Hemulen becoming friends. Please appreciate these two old nerds. Thank you.

Moomintroll's little book went wherever he did – when he foraged for fresh ingredients with Moominmamma, and when he picked flowers with Snorkmaiden, and when he took time for himself amid the forest's towering pines… At some point or another, pencil would be brought to paper once again, whenever something about these adventures inevitably reminded him of his best friend.

He's grown now, and he does love Moomin very much, so he's decided to try this hibernation thing again.

While being on his way back to Moominvalley after his usual winter travels, Snufkin gets into trouble with the law and this time it seems to be something he might not easily escape…

what it says on the tin: Snufkin comes over and shows the Moomins (and Little My) how to paint eggs and it ends up being a little gay in the end. Moomintroll/Snufkin.

Snufkin wants to give his Mom the Mymble a Present for mother's day. But, never having celebrated any holiday, Snufkin decides to try and ask around.

On the cusp of winter, Snufkin finds himself stuck with an odd traveling companion while he travels south who might end up stirring some forgotten memories.

There is probably another universe where they did not have each other. A universe where there was a river and a basket and a child all by themselves. This is not that universe. Or: drabbles about a lazy father raising his peculiar son.

A small drable on what home was, is, and has been for Snufkin. Rated for t for mentions of unexpected pregnancy and minor usage of adult language.

Is almost winter again in Moomin Valley, it is almost time for Snufkin to go away, following the warmer weather, but he is not ready yet, his heart is longing for something that not even his travels can give him.

Snufkin had been alone his entire life, and so far it hadn't kept him from getting out of any trouble he happened to stumbled into. At least, that was what he thought. (Whumptober day 3 - Falling)

Snufkin never had a crush before. Then the Joxter comes into town and suddenly it's all he can think of.

Joxter comes on Snufkin's face. That's it, that's the fic.

When Snufkin greets Moomin in the spring. Implied Snufmin.

Snufkin deciphers how he sees Moomin. Its jus a little drabble.

Snufkin discovers a very unlikely source of musical inspiration.

Moomin and Snufkin are very good friends, with the two of them being practically inseparable from the spring into the fall. But after Moomin and Snorkmaiden become "just friends", could his dear friend Snufkin become something more? (snufmin, OBVIOUSLY. Look forward to a SnorkMyden sister fic by the name of Her dear friend Snorkmaiden, coming soon!)

Just an aged up version of what I would imagine to happen after the end of season 2. Based around the 2019 moomin valley.

A story about the seasons as heralded by father and son, and the people they meet on the way. Deity AU.

There's a loneliness to Snufkin that's unparalleled.

Snufkin looked down at his hands and sees them slowly fading, if he just disappeared it wouldn't really matter now would it. Well there is some people that would say otherwise. (The rating is only what it is because I am not entirely sure what it should be.)

In which Moomin misses Snufkin, and Spring explodes.