Stole Your Heart (Nick Wilde x Reader) ONE SHOT

Heyyyyyyyy (not a continuation of the other Nick Wildesss)
Sorry guysss, but I was at like a camp, and it was like, super busy, but I had loads of fun!!

DONT YOU DARE THINK I JUST FORGOT ABOUT YOU GUYS
(Sorry for the delay in the story DD)

[EDIT] SORRY OK SO THIS FIC DOESN'T REALLY WORK IF THE READER IS A FOX SO SORRYYYYYY ;-;;;;;;


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   As a new recruit to the police department, you were definitely scared; especially since what had happened just a few years ago, with the corruption of the sweet lamb.

   The police had to solve crimes and catch criminals. That sounded very, very scary.

   However, you would not let fear take over. Instead, you wanted to conquer your fears. You wanted to knock down your monsters.

   So, you decided to join the police squad, which you would do first by going to the academy.

   Training was definitely hard.

   Graduating at the top of your class wasn’t that hard.

   A natural, they claimed.        

   And so, you were assigned to Chief Bogo on the first day. Thumping animals and cute cheetahs, you sighed as you sat down on the only empty seat.

   Rambling on and on, with his brief and  harsh introduction to you, each mammal was assigned an assignment.

   Except for you.

   And a fox.    

   As a child, you were taught to despise foxes, but society has changed since then.

   “And Nick Wilde, you will be assigned to train (name) (surname).” The chief said loudly before thumping off to do other chiefly things.

   And before anything else, you were a student of a fox.

   He smirked at you and he stole your heart.

   He called you sweet names, he held your hand in a way that made your heart flutter, he stole your heart.

   The way he taught you, held your hand, smirked/smiled at you.

   He gave you nicknames.

   He called you ‘doll’, something you had never heard he called anyone else.

   Your heart broke when training was over

   He held your heart.

   Your precious crystal heart.

   You wanted to hold him tight, hug him, kiss his smirking face.

   You knew his partner was Judy, who you envied. Always together, laughing, smiling, while you watched. He would occasionally wink at you, smirk at you, smile at you even.

   Judy was always so friendly and you became close friends, but you despised their relationship.
   It wasn’t jealousy. It was envy.

   You wanted to be her so much.

   You loved him, but did he love you?

   You became a good officer, good, kind, fair, but you worked alone. You fought the crime of Zootopia alone.

   Catching criminals left and right, solving detective cases straight out of Sherlock Holmes.

   You wanted him by your side, but that would be selfish, wouldn’t it?

   You yearned for his touch, for his voice to call out your name.

And so you told Judy.

“WHAT??!”

You hadn’t really expected a good reaction, sure, but this wasn’t a good reaction. This is what you least expected.

“I’ll be auntie Judy! Sure, I’m probably already an aunt, but then you can just name me the godmother! (name), ooo!!” She squealed, hopping around.

And so she planned out a way to get the two of you together.

There would be a dance soon, a small one at a local restaurant, which Judy and you visited it frequently. It was your favorite, and Judy knew Nick would immediately ask you if he knew you loved him.

   Although she didn’t think he liked you at the moment, she would make it happen.

   Reciprocal liking, it was definitely a thing.

   (Definitely happened when she was a young bunny, a kit)

   And so she told him.

   (Of course, she would, they’re best friends you idiot, why DID you tell Judy?!)

   And he was surprised.

   And he smiled.

   Yeah, no, not his usual smirky smirk smirk face, an actual, genuine smile.

   And so, Judy spilled her plan. Her partner in solving crime thought it was cute how excited the bunny was, but thought it was even cuter how (name) had a crush on him.

   Sure, he teased her, he thought he was beautiful, but… He never thought…

   Did he love her?

   His heart started flutter after the thought of you came.

   Did he love you?

   Yes, perhaps he did.

   Perhaps the sly thirty-something-year-old fox was in love with a kind twenty-something (animal).

   The night of the dance came soon.

   Judy had told you that you two would dance together, as besties, but you didn't know Nick would be there.

   And he was there.

   Dressed nicely, as in not his stupid Hawaiian shirt and shorts. He wore a button up shirt, which was good enough for him, but the ugly tie still dangled from his neck.

    You always wondered how he got that tie.

   A gift from a friend? A family heirloom?

   Blushing, you turned to face Judy, who was giving you a ‘look’ and ‘thumbs up’.

   “Nick, I didn’t know you’d be here.” You said, smiling at him, but your heart fluttered.

   “Doll, as soon as I knew you’d be, I just had to come.” He smirked, eyelids drooping as usual. He kept his paws in his pocket.

   You giggled slightly at his teasing. The music came and people went on to dance.

   The fox extended a paw towards you.

   “Would you like to dance, (name)?”

   “I’d be honored to, but I honestly don’t know how.”

   Nick smirked, “Then I’ll teach you, darling.”

   Twirling around, laughing, giggling, smiling.

   And he stole your heart all over again.