This Season
Zootopia Fanfiction
By: Dragonll237
Rating: T
Genre: Suspense / Romance
Characters: [Nick x Judy]
Summary: They were just best friends, partners in the ZPD, but there comes a time in every animal's lives that just kicks in as instincts. Can they fight it, or will they let their hormones take control?
AN: This is my first Zootopia fanfiction, but I hope it turns out okay. It's pretty similar to what I usually write in fanfictions, but in a new environment and with different people it should be pretty interesting. I do not own Zootopia nor Selena "Hyena" Gomez. Chapters are going to be kinda short, but that's not a bad thing. Thought some bunny action for Easter would be a pretty fun idea. This is in dedication to my Gregory-sama as I wrote this for his past birthday. 3 ~Dragon
Chapter 1: Weird
*Nick*
Every day I walk with Carrots up to the ZPD in the morning, stopping by the coffee shop on the way. It turned into the same old routine. She'd pay one day, and I'd pay the next. She'd open the doors first, then I'd open them for her. It just worked out that way. We were partners, after all.
I stood outside her apartment complex, just like every other day, leaning on the old concrete. Every peal in the paint, every crack in the foundation, was probably completely memorized by now. My eyes focused on the crusty paint at the base of the building where the structure met the grass yard.
"I'm ready," she greeted, jumping on her long feet with grace.
I looked up to greet her back, but something was different today. Maybe it was the cute way her ears draped over her head? Or the way her paws locked behind her as she stood on her tiptoes, making her adorable? Or how her eyes shimmered even though it was only five thirty in the morning? Perhaps it was how her clothes clung to her fur to show the curvature of her graceful body? But nothing's really any different from usual, so what could it be?
"Alright, Carrots, let's go," I answered, walking up the sidewalk towards work.
She easily caught up to me, following step by step with no problem at all. Her feet barely touching the ground as she skipped along and whistled one of her songs on her dumahiki. This wasn't anything out of the ordinary, yet something with the way she just was seemed different. She was carefree, relaxed, and radiant as always. What was different?
I opened the door for her to the coffee shop and entered after her. It seemed like the five people that sat scattered around the tables of the store looked at our entrance. Sure, we get greeted by the employees because we're regulars, but this felt different. Maybe I wasn't the only one to notice there was something different? Maybe I'm just going crazy?
"Our usuals, please," she ordered, standing tall to look over the counter.
Her tail swished cutely as she watched the coffee being poured into our cups. I turned my head to look at the others in the store and their heads turned to focus to their tables or their newspapers. They were watching us. They were watching her. I paid for our coffees, took a sip, and discreetly gave the others a dirty look to tell them to mind their own business.
It wasn't just in the coffee shop. The few people that were up to go to work seemed to be drawn to look at her. I didn't like that. She didn't even realize that she was drawing attention without meaning to. Seriously, what was different?!
"Morning Judy, Nick," Clawhouser greeted from the front desk of the ZPD.
"Good morning," Judy returned happily, still seemingly skipping towards our offices.
"Nick, wait a second," Clawhouser called after me before I could walk after her. The way he hesitated to eat his morning donut caught my attention to be alarming.
"What's up?" I asked.
He nervously answered, "You… Noticed something's different… Right?"
I rose an eyebrow at the leopard, questioning, "Yeah, why? What's up?"
He pulled at a donut in his box and played with the jimmies on the glaze before he returned, "N… Nothing… Nothing."
Even Clawhouser noticed something was different. What could it be? Did he know? It's killing me! What is it?!
"You know what it is, don't you?" I inquired a little quieter.
"M… Maybe y… You should a… Ask her about it…?" was his stuttered answer. He was older than me so it was more likely that he knows. The obese leopard was avoiding the question on purpose.
"That wasn't my question," I replied.
"N… No. N… Not really," Clawhouser returned. He stuffed the donut into his mouth in order to evade answering. Licking his paws after picking crumbs off his chest.
"Great," I sighed frustrated. My tail swooshed in disappointment and frown in frustration.
