#n x reader

Love feels “new” to him, N doesn’t really understand romance the way most people do at first. He’s more used to observing emotions than participating in them, so when he starts liking you, it confuses him deeply.

He’ll stare at you like he’s trying to “decode” what he’s feeling, then just quietly sit next to you anyway.

Slow-burn EVERYTHING, He doesn’t rush into anything. Even holding hands feels like a big step for him.

But once he’s comfortable? He’ll naturally just… stay close to you. Sitting beside you becomes second nature. Walking slightly behind you turns into walking with you.

Pokémon talk is love language, He absolutely shows affection by talking to your Pokémon (and his) like they’re people.

If your Pokémon likes him, he’ll get this rare, soft little smile like:

“They trust you… that’s good.”

That approval means everything to him.

He struggles with jealousy (but hides it badly), N doesn’t get loud or possessive. Instead, he gets quiet.

He’ll go distant for a bit, standing near a window or letting Zoroark linger closer than usual. If you notice and ask, he’ll just say:

“It’s nothing. I’m thinking.”

But really, he’s trying to understand why it bothers him so much.

Dates are simple, but meaningful. N doesn’t do flashy dates. He prefers. Walking through forests, Sitting by rivers, Watching wild Pokémon together, Quiet train rides where neither of you have to talk

If he trusts you deeply, he might even take you to one of his hidden safe places.

He notices EVERYTHING about you, The way you react to Pokémon. The tone of your voice when you’re tired. The exact moment you stop pretending you’re okay.

He doesn’t always know how to respond, but he always notices.

He’s awkward with affection, but sincere. If you hold his hand first, he freezes for a second like his brain bluescreens. But he won’t pull away. Eventually, he’ll squeeze your hand back, carefully, like he’s afraid of breaking the moment.

He thinks about you a lot when you’re apart. Even when he’s traveling, he’ll find himself wondering:

“Would they like this place?”

“Would they understand how the Pokémon here feel?”

And sometimes, he’ll send you small messages or leave notes instead of speaking directly.

Falling in love changes him slowly. He doesn’t suddenly become “different,” but he becomes softer, less distant, less convinced he understands everything.

N

Date night with N feels like stepping into a quiet, living fairytale. You don’t go somewhere crowded. Instead, he takes you out to a secluded field just outside the city, where wild Pokémon gather. He’s softer here, more relaxed, like he can finally breathe. He’ll gently take your hand and guide you through tall grass, whispering little translations of what the Pokémon are saying.

At some point, he pauses mid-sentence, looking at you like he just realized something important.

“You, they trust you too.”

It’s small, but meaningful. N doesn’t give his trust easily and tonight, he’s giving it to you fully.

Steven Stone

Steven does effortless luxury without even trying. He takes you somewhere elegant, soft lighting, quiet atmosphere, but what stands out is how attentive he is. He notices everything: when your glass is empty, when you’re cold, when your eyes linger on something.

After dinner, he surprises you by taking you somewhere more personal, a cave lit with natural crystal formations.

“You deserve to see something rare,” he says softly.

And the way he looks at you after? Like you’re rarer than anything he’s ever found.

Gladion

Gladion acts like he doesn’t care about date night. He definitely does. It starts awkward, he shrugs, avoids eye contact, pretends this is casual. Maybe you just walk through the city or grab something simple to eat. But the longer you’re together, the more he relaxes.

At some point, you laugh and he freezes for a second.

“…You should do that more.”

Later, when it gets colder, he silently hands you his jacket. No comment. No explanation. That is the explanation.

Grusha

Grusha’s date night is low-energy but deeply comforting. You stay somewhere warm, maybe a cozy café or his place with blankets piled everywhere. He’s not big on talking, but his presence is steady. There’s a quiet moment where you’re sitting side by side, your shoulders touching.

“…You’re not annoying,” he mutters.

For him? That’s basically a love confession. He might even let you see a softer side, resting his head against yours for a second longer than necessary.

Amethio

Amethio’s idea of a “date” is intense. It’s not officially a date. It starts as something else, meeting, mission, whatever excuse he gives himself. But the tension is there. He keeps a careful distance, watching you more than speaking. Every word he says feels deliberate.

“You shouldn’t be here.”

But he doesn’t make you leave. Eventually, there’s a pause, just the two of you, quiet.

“…You’re reckless.”

It’s not an insult. It’s concern and that makes it more dangerous.

Friede

Friede’s date night is chaotic in the best way. Plans? Gone. Completely. You start with something simple, food, maybe, but somehow end up flying around, exploring random places, or getting pulled into one of his spontaneous ideas. He’s laughing, energized, pulling you along with him.

“C’mon, this’ll be fun!”

And it is. Always. At the end of the night, when things finally slow down, he gives you a softer smile.

“Hey… I’m really glad you came with me.”

And for once, he’s completely still.

Raihan

Raihan turns date night into an event. Photos, views, dramatic scenery, he’s absolutely documenting everything. You’re part of his world, and he wants to show you off. But between the flashy moments, there are quieter ones. He leans in close for a selfie, then lingers just a second too long.

“You look good like this.”

Later, when no one’s around, he drops the showmanship a bit, still confident, but more genuine. You realize you’re seeing the side of him not meant for the crowd.

Adaman

Adaman’s date night feels… grounding. You spend it outdoors, watching the sky, sitting on a hill, feeling the wind move around you. He talks about time, about living in the moment, about how rare it is to just be. But then he looks at you, and everything softens.

“I’m glad I didn’t waste today.”

Serial Designation N

Serial Designation V

Serial Designation J

Uzi Doorman

Tessa

This is so funny. I hate it when people use my full name, like I always assume I'm in trouble no matter what. Having a guilty conscious is irritating lol.

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First of all, N will definitely fall for this every single time. It's just instinct to him.

I can imagine the reader making plans to go out to dinner, a movie, or do some shopping. N will be minding his own business, completely unaware of what the reader has in store for him. Maybe N is tending to a Pokemon that's injured or reading a particularly interesting book he's been meaning to delve into. But, just as soon as N hears his middle name, he is dashing to wherever the reader is.

He wouldn't be upset at the use. Although, he does not like it when yelling is involved. For starters, his ears are sensitive to most noises. And lastly, I would assume Ghetsis yelled at N during his childhood. I think yelling would almost make him shut down entirely.

On a much lighter note, N loves it when the reader brings up good news or is inviting him out with them. He loves quality time with the reader, so he is more than eager to put whatever it is he was working on away just to spend time with them. Of course, if N was treating an injured Pokemon, he would kindly ask them to wait a while or come help him before they go out.

I need more of N with the Hisuian Zorua. I need him to teach the lil guy to trust people again and about his own experiences with that.

cw: fluff, n centric, rehabilitating a traumatised zorua,

pairing: N/Reader

N had much experience with pokemon that had suffered at the hands' of humans.

That was nearly all that Ghetsis had supplied him with in his youth. He had been brought to near tears many times in learning of what his friends had bared. It had stirred a hatred of humanity within him. Those who hurt, neglected, took advantage of innocent beings… N had cared for them in the stead of those so-called trainers.

Yet, this situation was far more difficult. His partner, one he adored so dearly, had brought home a strange Zorua. He was quite familiar with the pokemon, having grown up alongside one. His friend was nothing like the pale fur the pokemon bore. It was shivering despite the warmth of spring blowing in. They had cradled the pokemon close, gently speaking to it before telling them that they had found it near a river in a forest. N carefully took the pokemon from them, staring at the little fox. It stared back at him with wide, fearful eyes. He stroked the soft fur with a sombre expression.