wes johansen

Written In The Stars (a MoonRiver fic)

Title: Written in the Stars
Author: @minimoosekateer
Fandom: Star vs the Forces of Evil
Pairing: MoonRiver
Characters: Moon Butterfly, River Butterfly
Rating: G
Word count: 1,251
Tags: Fluff, First Kiss
Summary: Moon receives a gift for her fifteenth birthday.
Notes: Okay, this turned out way longer than I expected. This is actually the first fanfiction that I’ve ever written. It’s fluffy as hell but I love Moon and River’s relationship, and after the Battle for Mewni, I just really wanted to write this. I hope you enjoy it! Feedback is much appreciated.

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Moon Butterfly stood at her balcony, looking down at the cobblestone road where carriages passed through daily. It was quiet tonight, and the only thing she could hear was the wind rustling.

Well that, and River’s deep breathing.

He was sitting on the edge of her bed, dwindling his thumbs and humming softly. Tomorrow was going to be her 15th Birthday, and River insisted that she let him stay until midnight so that he could be the very first person to grant her birthday wishes. It was a silly reason, but she also found it to be sweet.

Truthfully she didn’t really feel like celebrating. It was her first birthday since her Mother’s passing and it saddened her knowing that she wouldn’t be here to celebrate. River, who knew this, wanted to do his best to fill the void in her heart by keeping her company.

She didn’t mind. He made her smile and laugh, which she appreciated. A smile rarely appeared on her lips nowadays. It was very stressful knowing that everyone looked to her for answers. She didn’t exactly have friends aside from River, as Glossaryk was more like a mentor to her and she didn’t really look at the High Commission as her friends. She contemplated on asking Mina to hangout a few times but wasn’t sure if they’d get along—Mina had a wild side to her that Moon could barely handle during their roundtable meetings.

Moon made it her mission in life to look after the Kingdom, but wasn’t in a position to befriend any of them. So not only was River like her only friend, but the only one that she didn’t mind celebrating with.

After a few minutes of silence, Moon slightly turned her back from the balcony so that she could look at River. “River? Can I…ask you something?” She looked at him, trying her best not to avert her eyes from his because she needed his honest opinion and eye contact seemed to be appropriate.

“Yes, Moon, go on and ask away!” He perked up, almost as if he was surprised to hear her speak.

“Do you… Do you think I make a good Queen?” She felt embarrassed for putting pressure on him by asking this, asking for assurance. At the same time, she was curious to know his answer. She doesn’t need his approval or criticism, because she gets enough of that from the High Commission, but genuinely wanted to hear his answer as a friend.

He looked back at her with a slightly shocked expression. “Why um… Uh, no. No, I don’t think you make a good Queen.”

She felt a pang in her chest.

He cleared his throat and walked over to the balcony, now standing next to her. He continued, “I think you make an excellent Queen. You’re an eloquent speaker. You’re quick on your feet. You think rationally, you’re headstrong, you don’t let the High Commission tell you how to think or feel. You care for this Kingdom and the Mewmans. You constantly impress me. Not to mention you stunned everyone in the High Commission after those monsters fled from our territory thanks to your leadership. I knew you could do it. I know how much you miss your mother. She was loving to us as well. I have to say that if there was another heir to take the throne, I wouldn’t want it that way. We’re all lucky to have you as our Queen.“

This made her heart swell.

“River,” she said, her eyes tearing up a bit. “Thank you for saying that. It means a lot to me. It just feels like it gets to be too much sometimes, I feel like, along with my mother, I’ve also lost my childhood. I have to be responsible for everyone, but at times I feel so alone but I’m thankful you are here with me and I just…”

She realized that she had averted her eyes from his and started tugging at her hair. She’s babbling. It was a nasty habit of hers but at times when rambling she couldn’t help it, and he was so easy to talk to.

He gently smiled, and reached for her hands. She could feel a slight blush creeping up on her cheeks.

“Moon… It’s okay. I understand. Y'know, sometimes when I’m stressed out or confused, I like to look at the stars.”

This caught her attention. “The stars?”

He nodded. “Yes, the stars. You see, there are billions of them in the sky. It seems you could get lost in the sea of them, there are that many. However, each one is an individual and each has a purpose. No matter what, even during dangerous times, I know I can look up to the sky and see these unique stars that have a meaning, these stars that shine in the darkness, and I’m reminded that I’m not alone. It reminds me that I have a reason to keep going.” His voice was calm and he was now gazing up at the stars.

She looked up as well. They were quite beautiful. What he said had touched her heart and he was right. Each individual star shined brightly down on them, and now she didn’t feel so alone.

She turned her head to him and realized that he was staring at her. She looked into his eyes and blushed. She wasn’t the best when it came to sharing her feelings and being vulnerable, but he was worth the effort. He made it easy for her.

She composed herself and turned to him. “You’re right, River. They do make me feel better. You know, I have you, too. Knowing I have you means I’m not alone.”

This confession in turn made him blush profoundly. They spent a few more seconds staring into each other’s eyes before the clock in her room started going off. They both jumped a bit from being startled, making her realize that he was still holding her hands.

It was officially midnight. She was now fifteen years old.

River smiled at her. “Happy Birthday, my Queen.”

Her heart was pounding. She barely let out a whisper, “Thank you, River…”

He placed a kiss on her hand and looked back up at her to once again meet her eyes. She didn’t know if she was the one to lean in first, or if it was him, or if they did it in sync, but their lips met for a gentle kiss.

It was the best gift she could’ve received.

After a few minutes with River, the guards came in to have him sent back to the Johansen family home. They made plans to see each other later on in the day. She bid him farewell and went back to her balcony, gazing up at the stars.

They truly did bring her comfort, now more than ever.

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Many years down the line when she gave birth to their daughter, Moon held their beautiful smiling baby in her arms and looked at River lovingly.

“Star,” Moon gushed, “Her name is Star.”

With tears in both of their eyes, River nodded and gently placed his arm around her shoulders, wrapping them into a family hug.

She was indeed their Star. A unique, precious individual who Moon vowed to always protect and care for. Star Butterfly would always shine bright, even through darkness and chaos.

They loved her wholeheartedly.


Looking for Reviewers!

Do you like romance? Post-apocalyptic fiction? Curious about what you get when you cross the two?

I’m looking for interested readers to review my novels. What We Need is a series romance, following the same couple through three books and looking at the challenges of falling in love, and staying in love, when the world has fallen apart.

What I’m Offering:

  • Free digital copies of one or more of the books to those willing to read and review them

What I Expect in Return:

  • An honest review posted to both Amazon and Goodreads (minimum) within 3 weeks of receiving the book
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Please Do Not:

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How It Works:

  1. DM me here on Tumblr with your email address, your preferred ebook format, and which book you need (for most that will be What We Need to Survive but if anyone who has already started the series needs the later books, that’s cool too.)
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  3. Once you’ve posted your review, if you’d like to continue with the series, email me with a link to your review so that I know you’ve completed it; then I’ll send the next book along. If you’re not interested in continuing, then you’re all done!

The Fine Print:

As this is post-apocalyptic fiction, the setting isn’t pretty. There is violence, there is injury and illness and death.

As this is a romance, and not a “clean” one, there is also sex.

If anyone has concerns about triggers, or wants content warnings before they commit to reading, I’m happy to discuss them with you first. I don’t want to post them all here because [spoilers]; also because I can tag a lot of the obvious potential issues, but I can’t know everything any given reader might be worried about encountering.

Please don’t hesitate to ask if you need to–I want my books to be enjoyable, not harmful, and I will not be offended if anyone decides not to read after talking with me.

The predominance of romance in women’s literature is stunningly unrealistic. The assumption that most heroines would necessarily focus that much attention on their love lives is ridiculous, particularly in the modern world. Real women, even if they aren’t queens, have real problems: jobs to do; bills to pay; families to raise; domestic and sexual violence to worry about; sexism to combat; and sometimes racism, homophobia, and other forms of bigotry as well. When the average adult heroine pushes these real problems aside in favor of worrying about how to live happily ever after with her prince, I don’t find her admirable, nor do I find her a good role model. I am likewise offended when a heroine who is perfectly interesting on her own must be forced to couple up in order to hold the interest of a fantasy demographic. I love escapist literature, but the contours of escapism shouldn’t define the rules for every heroine out there. When potential editors ask me why my incredibly busy, stressed, and belabored queen can’t have a love life, something is wrong.
—  Erika Johansen - Why We Need “Ugly” Heroines
Nature feeds this nausea

To the hell family improbably made up entirely of men and boys who screeched “What is that?” at me when I was taking my twilight walk, listening to Depeche Mode:
I have waved my magic wand, and you are all now gay drug addicts.
No love,
Me/Black Celebration.

But seriously.
I thought again about Anon’s question the other day about Rowland S. Howard, and I realized that I actually have wrapped my tentacles of gender-ambivalence around one man.  This would be David Sylvian.  How much it truly has to do with my gender identity, I cannot fully say.  I may cling to him simply because we share the same sun sign, and I get Weird about other Pisces’.  His birthday’s two days before mine, so I may be Super Weird about him.  We actually have the same sun, moon, Mercury, and Jupiter placements, and I know that you are all very envious of this.  We both also used to dress like David Johansen when we were eighteen, so there’s that. 
I offer the standard disclaimer that I know absolutely nothing about this person that I haven’t found in publicly-available materials, but how I read him with my Queer Super Specs is as… not entirely not queer-ish.  Maybe I’m applying the same standards that other trans masculine people do to Rowland S. Howard: as far as I can see, he’s not a total asshole about women, he seems to be thoughtful and emotionally-invested in his work, so, yeah- totally queer.  Maybe society is so hopelessly mind-fucked about men and masculinity that any man who isn’t openly harassing chicks and queers is going to be embraced by these groups as someone who shares something fundamental with them.  Sociology, aside, my reading of Sylvian is… refreshingly blank.  Gender unremarkable.  Neither especially masculine nor especially feminine.  Frankly, I aspire to that level of, if I may be disgustingly pretentious, existential androgyny.  Though, if one believes half a dozen hysterical suburban males- I’m already there!

Happy Thanksgiving!

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If this isn’t the most precious thing you’ve ever seen, you’re lying.

Another TVNorge promo

TVNorge has launched their knew poster campaign for this season, and I’m just in love with it. See their slogan is this: 

Best at comedy. Worst at politics. Follow the municipal elections at some other channel.

Of course it’s all to distinct themselves from the other Norwegian TV channels being preoccupied with the election this fall. 

So they use all these iconic political posters to make their own parodying illustrations with their best comedians, and it’s brilliant – like these two:

Of course I’ve been waiting for Ylvis to show up in one of these too, but no such luck…

This is the closest I’ve come so far:

So I though: What the heck, I’ll just make my own political Ylvis poster. 

Feel the void TVNorge? You can call me. :p