Hey! This is the first time I will be posting a fic for this fandom anywhere. This is mostly the product of me really wanting to write something for Joxter being an unknowing, but pleasently surprised cat dad and something for Lumini's parents and just, mashing the ideas together. The basic plot is: Lumin's parents decide to unexpectedly drop by for a prolonged visit, which causes enough of a stir in Moominvalley as is. However, when a certain cat dad shows up with the intent of popping by with quick 'hello' for his old friend and instead learns he's a father a whole other ruckus begins. Shenanagens ensue. Hope you enjoy!
The sun smiled gently down upon Moominvalley as a soft breeze ruffled the green grass. It was a beautiful spring day with the perfect conditions to be outside. Lumini smiled back up to the sky from her place in the grass by her good friend, Snufkin, who was busy fishing. It was peaceful that neither of them had any clue what was to come.
When the two of them had resorted to chatting on the bridge, they found their attention being drawn toward a commotion down the trail leading directly to them. There appeared to be two people traveling together, talking loudly and craned over a map being held by the woman of the pair. Suddenly the woman pointed straight ahead and the two of them looked up. Now that their faces were visable, Lumini sat a bit straighter. When they saw her looking at them their faces lit up like a couple of evening lanterns. "Lumini!" They cried in unison. They rushed forward, arms open wide.
Lumini sighed in response and stood up. She placed herself in the center on the bridge and braced herself for the inevitable impact. Sure enough, the excitable couple crashed into her and pulled her close. Lumini grumbled at the suffocating hug. Mama, papa, what are you doing here?" she asked her parents. They pulled back, smiling brightly. "We thought we'd take a holiday and come visit you." Her mother explained with a bright smile on her face. "Oh?" Lumini looked between her parents.
Snufkin stood and studied the family in front of him. Judging by the size of their bags they had tried to reasonable with their packing, but had still gone a tad overboard. Lumini's mother, who appeared to be a handsome woman of hispanic decent, noticed him and let go of her daughter. "And who might this be?" She asked, bringing the boy to the attention of her husband. "I'm Snufkin, good Sir and Mrs." Snufkin introduced himself with a tip of his hat. The man extended his hand and firmly shook Snufkin's hand. "Monk is name, and this is my wife, Camelle." Monk had a certain sternness about him, but by the twinkle in his eye Snufkin could tell he was also a kind, jolly man. "You wouldn't by chance be courting my daughter, would you?" He asked with a mischievous smile. "Father!" Lumini cried in embarrassment. Her face had turned a bright shade of red as tried to cover to by pulling down the brim of her hat. Snufkin chuckled softly. "Oh no, nothing like that, Sir." He answered, though his cheeks had taken on a slight rosey hue of their own. This did not go unnoticed by Camelle.
The following weeks ran relatively the same with only the added hecticness of introductions. It did not take long for the inhabitants of Moominvalley to meet Lumini's parents. Monk made sure that their presence was acknowledged. The natives found them charming. Monk was loud and charismatic. He told jokes and tales of folk-lore, proving he had somewhat of a brain in his noggin. Camelle was quiet and crafty. She always seemed to be working of some form of stitching or crochet. It became common knowledge quite fast that she exceeded in the culinary field as well. She and her husband were well-read and always seemed to have a book on hand.
Having the two of them around left Lumini a tad more tired than usual. There were days when she would stay inside for a quiet day with her parents rather than join her friends in their adventures. Moomin was finding that he missed her, but knew it was all for good reasons. As Moominvalley settled with it's temporary newcomers, it sat comfortably none-the-wiser to the approaching of another.
