Helluuuuu~ I’m back from my hiatus! Did you guys miss me? :D
Have some little Javelia doodles~ I hope you guys still like the sillies~
I sort of wanted to do some little doodles for fun, and so I added a little bit of ranger stuff, angst, fluff, and some hot javi bc ofc we love giving him abs!~ I’m going to do some pride month drawings and some requests too, afterwards. For now, take this little offering, and let’s gooo I’m so back✨👌🏻😺
And the tomodachi Javelia is from @buster-loves-pr :3✨😌They got married in the game and that wedding pic’s been my discord pfp for almost a month ahahahahaha
summary: jayden fights against his duty and the longing for you, the enigmatic black ranger
english isn’t my first language (words: 975)
The wind whispered through the trees of the Shiba dojo, carrying the scent of damp earth and cherry blossoms falling like pink snowflakes. You stood in the courtyard, the weight of your black armor gleaming under the moonlight. You were the Black Ranger, an unexpected addition to the Samurai team, secretly trained by Mentor Ji to balance the strength of the power symbols. But that night, you weren’t there to train. That night, your eyes were fixed on him: Jayden Shiba, the Red Ranger, the leader who bore the weight of the world on his shoulders.
Jayden stood by the garden pond, his silhouette outlined against the silver reflection of the water. His sword rested at his side, but his hands were empty, clenched into fists that betrayed his apparent calm. You had seen him fight Nighloks with fierce determination, but now, in the stillness, there was something different about him. A vulnerability he never showed the team.
“Shouldn’t you be resting?” you said, breaking the silence. Your voice was soft but firm, like the edge of your own weapon.
Jayden turned slowly, his eyes meeting yours. There was a glint in them, a mix of exhaustion and something deeper, something that made you hold your breath.
“I can’t sleep,” he admitted, his voice low, almost a murmur. “Every night, I think about what’s at stake. About what I could lose… or what I’ll never have.”
That made you take a step toward him, your heart pounding. Since joining the team, you had felt that unspoken connection with Jayden. It wasn’t just the shared battles or the hours of training under the scorching sun. It was the way your gazes met in quiet moments, the way his hand brushed yours when passing a weapon, or how he always seemed to stand a step closer to you when danger loomed. But Jayden was the Red Ranger, the leader, and you knew he held himself back, suppressing what he felt for the sake of the team, for duty.
“And what is it you’ll never have, Jayden?” you asked, your voice trembling slightly. You weren’t one to beat around the bush, not as the Black Ranger, but this time was different. You felt the weight of every word.
He looked down, his lips pressing into a thin line. For a moment, you thought he wouldn’t answer, that he’d retreat into that unshakable leader’s shell again. But then, he looked up, and his eyes burned with an intensity that pierced through you.
“You,” he said, and the words fell like thunder in the silent night.
The world seemed to stop for you. Your breath caught, and the longing you had buried deep in your chest began to overflow. You had always admired Jayden: his strength, his sacrifice, the way he carried the Shiba legacy without complaint. But you had also seen the man behind the Ranger, the one who doubted, who feared he wasn’t enough. And in that man, you had found an echo of your own heart.
“Jayden…” you started, but he took a step toward you, closing the distance. The air between you vibrated with an energy that had nothing to do with power symbols.
“I shouldn’t feel this,” he continued, his voice breaking. “I’m the Red Ranger. My life isn’t fully my own. But every time you’re near, every time you fight by my side, I feel like… like I could lose something more important than this war. And that terrifies me.”
You swallowed hard, his words sinking into you. You knew what it meant to be a Ranger: the duty, the sacrifice, the constant threat of the Nighloks. But you also knew the heart didn’t follow orders. You took a step toward him, your boots softly echoing on the stone ground.
“Then don’t shut me out,” you said, your voice firm now, charged with determination. “Don’t decide for me what I can handle. I’m the Black Ranger, Jayden. I fight the darkness every day, and I can fight for this… for us.”
Jayden’s eyes widened slightly, as if your words had shattered an invisible barrier. For a moment, it seemed he might pull back, retreat into his role as leader. But then, something shifted. His hand rose, hesitant, to brush against your cheek. The touch was warm, electric, and the longing you had felt for so long ignited like a flame.
“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, his voice barely audible but heavy with raw emotion. “But I don’t know how to do this without putting you in danger.”
You raised your hand, covering his with yours, holding it against your face. “You won’t lose me,” you promised. “We’re stronger together. As Rangers, as… something more.”
For the first time, you saw a spark of hope in his eyes. Slowly, he leaned in, and the space between you vanished. His breath grazed your lips, and the entire world narrowed to that moment, to that longing you had both denied for too long. When his lips finally met yours, it was as if the fire symbol of power ignited in your chest, warm, fierce, unstoppable.
The kiss was brief but intense, a silent vow between two souls who had found refuge in the midst of the storm.
When you parted, Jayden rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if committing the moment to memory.
“Together,” he said, both a promise and a plea.
“Together,” you replied, your voice steady, the Black Ranger and the Red Ranger united not just by battle, but by something far deeper.
Under the moonlight, with the Shiba dojo as witness, the longing that had consumed you both had finally found a home.
