Moomin oneshots/headcanons!

Snufkin x sick male reader

((This was requested by; Yashoyachi! Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy!))

((WARNING: sick imagery! please do not read if reading will make you uncomfortable! Thank you, have a nice day!))

"What's wrong with him mama?"

"Seems to be a fever-" a gentle paw pressed to your forehead, a soft feeling that wiped away a built up layer of sweat,

"He's burning up, fetch a wet cloth for me, will you Moomin?" Thumping of paws on wood circled a dizzying symphony in your frazzled brain, letting you release a groan of pure misery and pain,

"(Y/n)? Can you hear me dear?" A mother's gentle voice of love frazzled you deeper, slowly craning your neck upwards to force your eyes open.
She sat there, a moomin you considered like your own mother, caring over your deteriorating physical health,

"Moominmama..." your voice sounded unfamiliar even to yourself, throat scratchy and raw as you quickly broke out into a coughing fit, the sickness creating flames that ran up your lungs and forced you to huff out the smoke,

"Don't strain yourself dear, everything will be okay." Her comfort was needed, shiver after shiver wracking your body, turning into a consistent tremble that your body just couldn't contain.
The thumping came back and along with it a chill of cold wet placed on your dangerously high fevered forehead,

"Moomin, could you watch him for me? I'm going to consult my mother's recipes, there must be something for this..." Moomin must've nodded or given some sort of nonverbal confirmation, as slightly heavier paws thumped their way out of the room, leaving the two alone.
It was quiet and you wished you could just go unconscious, or just stop being sick, or anything that distracted you from your overwhelming body heat and pained stomach.

How'd you even get sick? No one in Moomin valley had been sick in months, you lived in a VALLEY, not in a big village or anything, so you had no idea.
A conversation was happening, a deeper voice than moomin's reached you, but you were too out of it to understand, like cotton was stuffed in your ears.
A mumrick's paw caressed your face, the back of calloused knuckles running down the side of your skull to try and comfort you,

The hand continued until the dull claws you recognized as Snufkin's went up to your hair, gently scratching at your scalp as he spoke with his best friend.
No one had known, not even Moomin, that you and Snufkin had started dating the previous spring, having been a bit more than a full year sense you both had nervously stuttered out bottled up feelings.
Your relationship was still new, still blooming from lovingly planted seeds.

Keep in mind, you were out of it and sick,

"Snufkiiiiin...." the man gentled his hand, looking down at you with a worried look you couldn't see, your eyes clenched shut to try and relieve some of the pressure off your skull.

"Yes (Y/n)?" Your weak arm reached up to take his hand in yours, bringing it down to kiss his palm like you'd done on so many occasions,

"Love you..." His hand went back to your hair, lovingly comforting you with practiced movement, but his face conveyed emotion you couldn't sense right now, a red hue running up his neck as he and moomin had a shocked stare-down,

"You...you and (Y/n)...when?!" Snufkin stuttered, clearing his throat to try and hide his embarrassment,

"I-Uh- last spring?" Moomin threw his hands up, absolutely shocked,

"Why wasn't I told?" Lowering his voice to not disturb you, moomin looked between his two best friends, two men he'd grown up with,

"I wouldn't have been mad or anything, I thought you two were still pining?" Snufkin shook his head, fur on his hands puffing up and down with nervous energy,

"We knew you wouldn't, but we just..weren't ready to let everyone know, so please Moomin, don't tell anyone yet.." moomin nodded, completely understanding,

"Of course, whatever you two want." The two continued to talk until Moominmama walked in with a steaming bowl of some sort of ancient concoction.
All three helped you sit up to eat a few bites and that was all that was needed for your headache and stomach pain to subside, making you much more conscious then you were before, but still fevered and sick.

Mama wiped down your face with a new cloth and pecked your forehead like you were still the small meek child she'd met all those years ago,

"You'll be better soon dear, just rest up and drink lots of water, alright?" You nodded, able to sit up and lean against your boyfriend, who in turn wrapped an arm around you.
Mama left to go clean up the kitchen and left you to be relentlessly teased for what happened in your delirious state.

God, you were never going to hear the end of it.