#janyew

[eeveeextreme]

Magnolia stole Yew's cloak, so Yew stole Janne coat, so Janne is probably walking around somewhere wondering where the hell his coat is.

[lesbian-vegeta]

Last Minute Rearrangements

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Multi

Fandoms: Bravely Default Series , Bravely Second: End Layer (Video Game)

Relationships: Magnolia Arch/Yew Geneolgia, Janne Angard/Yew Geneolgia, Janne Angard/Magnolia Arch, Magnolia Arch/Yew Geneolgia/Janne Angard

Characters: Magnolia Arch, Yew Geneolgia, Janne Angard, Nikolai Nikolanikov

Additional Tags: There Was Only One Bed, Bravely Second Demo

Summary: When the Cavaliers find themselves with a plus one for the night, the four of them have to make an important decision.

For Polyship Week 2025 Day 1: Only One Bed

Crossposted to AO3

“Hmm… Well this is troublesome.”

“Troublesome? There's only two beds, old man!” Janne snapped.

“These were the only sort of rooms available,” Nikolai explained calmly, “I was under the impression you and Yew would have no trouble sharing. I wasn't going to waste precious pg getting a second room for a single person. This was not poor planning on my part.”

Janne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Except now there's four of us, because for some reason our ‘local’ guide doesn't have anywhere else to stay.”

“Je suis désolée,” Magnolia apologized, “It's my fault, really. I can sleep outside.”

“We wouldn't do that to you, Magnolia,” Yew said, turning to the other Cavaliers, “Right, guys?”

Janne and Nikolai grumbled, but more or less agreed.

“See? We won't let you sleep outside. You can have the bed.”

“Hey, I did not agree to that!” Janne interjected, “You can't just make that decision on your own.”

“I'm the leader of the Three Cavaliers," Yew argued, “I should be the one to make these decisions!”

“Like hell I'm just going to let you hand over our bed to some stranger we just met!”

While they squabbled, Nikolai turned to Magnolia. “And you say you have no pg of your own, Miss Magnolia?”

“Oui, something like that.”

The truth was Magnolia did have money, but Luxendarc simply lacked the technology for electronic transactions.

“And you're sure they can't just spare us another room?”

“I already asked and they said they cannot,” Nikolai answered, “I even asked twice, for good measure.”

“I'm not giving up the bed and that's final!” Seems their argument was just about wrapped up.

“Fine then, you can have the bed and sleep with Magnolia!” Yew conceded.

Awkward silence fell over the group for a few seconds, as Yew's words hung in the air. Nikolai coughed.

“Don't say it like that!” Janne hissed at Yew.

“T-that's not what I meant!” Yew stuttered, then turned to Magnolia, “You know that's not what I meant, right?”

Magnolia tilted her head, clueless to the awkward phrasing.

Nikolai crossed his arms. “It would be best if this were settled quickly, lest we argue in circles through the night.”

“Please, I don't want to cause you any trouble. Don't put yourselves through all this just for me,” Magnolia insisted.

“No!” Yew protested, perhaps a bit too loudly, “What kind of Cavalier would I be if I just let a lady spend the night out in the cold?”

Janne sighed. “As much as I hate to admit it, Yew's right. We couldn't sleep soundly knowing we'd hung you out to dry. You have been helpful, and are a formidable fighter, at that.”

“Magnolia, you should at least stay in the room with us,” Yew urged.

“But that still leaves us with three people and one bed,” Nikolai reminded them, “Unless one of you would so choose to bunk with me.”

“No way, old man. You take up too much space and you snore way too loud.” Janne was not one to mince his words.

After much deliberation, and a bit more arguing back-and-forth, they eventually reached a decision.

Magnolia was insistent that she not trouble them further, and volunteered to sleep on the floor instead of taking the bed. Despite Yew's protests, she refused to be swayed otherwise. Thankfully the inn was at least willing to spare an extra set of blankets, Magnolia chosing to nest by the window. “So I can see the moon,” she said.

Nikolai did snore as loudly as Janne said he did, perhaps even louder. Magnolia was a bit of a night owl anyway, and spent her time gazing up at her far-away home.

Magnolia had only just started nodding off when she heard someone calling her name.

“Psst. Hey. Magnolia.”

It was Janne.

“Oui?” She whispered back.

“Yew's practically glued to me, so there might still be enough room, if we try.”

Magnolia quietly tiptoed over to their bed, trying her best not to wake those still asleep. Once she reached the bed, she began to lift the covers on Yew's side, but Janne stopped her.

“Wait. It's probably better if you lie down next to me. Yew's brain would probably fry if he woke up next to some pretty lady.”

Magnolia chuckled inwardly. Janne was probably right. She moved over to the opposite side, and laid back to back with him. Janne tried to shuffle himself and Yew over a bit without waking him. Yew whimpered in protest, but did not stir.

“Comfortable?”

“Much better now, yes.” 

“Good. Now get some sleep so I don't regret doing this.”

“Of course.” Magnolia was quiet for a moment before she added, “Goodnight, Janne.”

“Goodnight, Magnolia.”

[bismuthllie]

merry christmas @sofytrancy ! i was assigned for your bravely secret santa this year and decided to do your prompt for jannyew. hope you like it!

@bravelysanta

[geneolgia]

local nerd teaches bad boy how to read

photographer  ☆ HeadphoneStudios  wigs styled by  ☆ sunlightspells (ig)

[drokniquette]

Day 5: Time

Its not every life you get to stop the clock. Ought to use it before its gone

[xiaa]

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[bravely-love-requests-blog]

Janne x Yew :3c?

Here you go darlin ♥

[tallowcat]

Day 5: Red (Janyew)

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Red. Janne’s life had always splayed with red.

Red was the colour of the floors on the night he grew fearful of closing his eyes. Red was the colour at the tips of fingers. Red was the colour of the feelings in their eyes.

 Janne lived his life in red.

 Red was the feelings of hate. Red was the swipe of finger over a wound. Red was the smear on his cheek. Red was the absence in his cheeks upon the words.

 Red was a feeling.

 Red was the knowledge he’d been graced with. Red was the burn of the sun in Al-Khampis. Red was the blister of his knuckles on stone. Red was when it all fell apart.

 Red was when he spoke, when he saw, when he breathed.

Red was the crosses and the circles upon a paper, and red was the failure of words that wouldn’t work.

Red was the sharp smile he gave, the sharp look in their eyes when the whispers and rumors caught up.

 Red was the burn of the hilt. Red was the glare in his eyes. Red was the feeling of want, of desire.

 Red was the feeling of being left alone.

Red was the lies on open lips, was the ‘tsk’s and the scolds. Red was when she spoke, when he spoke, when they spoke. Red was the feeling of it all jumbling together.

 Yew made his life bloom a brilliant red.

 Red was the blush of embarrassment on Yew’s cheeks. Red was the blossom that the brush of hands caused in his heart. Red was the skip of a beat at a glance.

Red was the loveliness of a smile towards him.

Red was the tinkle of words given to him by Yew.

 Red was what the Geneolgia family had spilled. Red was the colour Yew evoked. Red was all the Geneolgia’s cared to share.

 Red was desire.

 Red was revenge.

 Red was the warmth of a shared bed. Red was the joining of fingers. Red was the colour of their cheeks and noses on sick days.

Red was the colour of bonding.

 Red was the colour the Geneolgia’s had spilled. Red was the colour of his parents on the floor.

Red was the colour of their insides sprinkled out. Red was rage that burned inside him.

 Red was deceit. Red was a liar. Red was a bastard.

 Red hurt.

 Red hurt him. Red hurt Yew.

 Red was want and desire upon his finger tips.

 Red was the scream in Yew’s throat at his begging. Red was a feeling in his stomach at Yew’s eyes.

Red was something he wanted to forget, to forget Yew, to forget the kinder colours he had painted in his mind. Red was the colour of soiled hands.

 Red was a glare. Red was a snarl. Red was a sword. Red was a wound. Red was a win. Red was something he grasped at.

 Janne didn’t want to see what colours Yew inspired in them, in those ‘avengers’. He wanted nothing. Yet he held on.

 Red was the colour of Yew’s feelings. Red was the colour of his own, too.

 Red was failure. Red was pain. Red was a cross. Red was a fall.

 Red was fire. Red was burning.

 The burns on his arms had shone a brilliant red for days upon days.

 Red was a tumble. Red was determination. Red was a stagger.

Red was failure.

 Red was blood.

 Red was when he fell. Red was when he wheezed and gasped. Red was what clogged his throat, stopped him from breathing, from grasping, from gasping.

Red was what spilled into places it wasn’t meant to be.

Red was what spilled from what they’d left of him, the holes, the cuts, the vomiting.

 Red was what tumbled through his mind at Yew’s appearance. Red was Yew’s eyes. Red was Yew’s sadness, the smear on his cheek that of his own insides. Red was Yew’s tears.

 Red was the feel of Yew’s hands once more. Red was the burn of their contact. Red was the dull throb in his head. Red was the selfishness.

 Red was the feel of Yew once more.

 Red was death.

 Red was that of second chances. Red was anger. Red was betrayal. Red was hot desire. Red was want. Red was a hand grasping for his mothers in the dark.

Red was fear of the night.

 Red was failure.

 Red was the bow of his head to Agnes. Red was the sting at the back of his throat as he swallowed down the bile.

Red was the burn of pity he felt from them. Red was when they brushed him. Red was fake.

 Red was not real.

 Red was the brush of fingers. Red was the feel of him, of Yew. Red was the beat of his heart. Red was the blood rushing to his cheeks,.

 Red was Yew’s gentle forgiveness.

Janne had spent his life with red.

 Red was the feel of trust. Red was the change in desire, in need, in wants.

Red was the joining of their shoulders. Red was the laughter in the air. Red was when he said something he didn’t understand.

 Red was his life with Yew.

 Red was the swallow of bile.

 Red was Yew’s hands on his cheeks. Red was the twinkle in his eyes. Red was the heat of his heart in the moment. Red held a brilliance all different to the one he’d been chasing with a single mind for so long.

 Red was the touch of Yew’s lips on his own.

 Red was the weight of trust in his hand. Red was the squeeze of Yew’s nerves. Red was the flush down his neck. Red was the feel of a ring on his finger.

 Red was a shared bed on cold days. Red was ‘good morning’s and ‘goodnights’. Red was meals in comfort.

Red was belonging.

 Red was family.

Yew was family.

 Red was the absolute. Red was forever. Red was feelings. Red was promises. Red was vows.

 Red was ‘I love you’.