Hey guys Price here and welcome to my Nick Wilde story. It's in the First Person POV and...I'm not gonna lie, it's shameless Yaoi between Nick and a Zootopia me. Shut up. Actually, I may make it a few Chapters, like two or three because I'm lazy and don't want it to seem too hasty or anything but I also know people won't read it if it's like a twelve thousand word Oneshot cough cough Lumis cough coughand that kinda saddens me because Lumis was a very important aspect to the ZA story. It has Lumi's backstory and everything. Like, all of it. Most of the Oneshot is spent in her past, and like...not even seventy five people viewed it. Oh, and I am a Fox in Zootopia because shut up Foxes are awesome. I'd be a Snake...but I don't think I could make that work so I'm stuck as my second favorite animal. Besides, it's what I got on a quiz I took, so that's fine by me! And yes, the behavior represented in my Fox self is – mostly – my real personality. And even though this isn't set in any of my Verses, I may still include a few of my Characters because yes. Oh, and the name Zootopia me uses is not my real name. Anyway, this is getting long enough, I think's it's time to get...onto the story!

I sat on the couch in my apartment, watching tv with a soda in paw. My family thought it odd I could drink it warm and without refrigeration, but it tasted just fine to me. I set the soda down as my favorite part of the episode came up, already knowing what it was like to spill the red drink on my carpet.

"Fawni Love is...Mahogany." The deep, baritone voice of the announcer said, followed by a Doe coming on screen.

"I got a black belt in manners." She said, and I let out a sharp bark of laughter, my tail swishing as I clutched my stomach.

Knocking at my door distracted me, and I paused the tv and stood. Strange, I didn't really have anybody I called a friend, so I didn't know who could be knocking.

"ZPD, open up." The voice of a mammal I thought was familiar said, and I hesitated. What could the ZPD want with me? I didn't do anything illegal. Never had, actually. Or at least, that I knew of. I wasn't exactly the brightest when it came to knowing all the laws of Zootopia, especially not the small ones.

I opened the door, intending to greet the officer on the other side. That plan was halted when I saw another Fox, who looked just like me but in ZPD blues.

'Oh my god he's hot.' I thought, staring at the Fox with a slack jaw and wide eyes. I blushed as that thought passed through my head, thinking it odd I would have such thoughts. Last I checked, I wasn't into Todds.

"Uh, sir?" The Fox asked, looking worried.

"Huh? Oh, sorry officer Hot-I mean...Wilde, is it?" I asked, the Fox blinking at my words. I let out a nervous chuckle, letting my expression take on one of apology.

"Right." He said, stretching the word awkwardly. "Uh, me and my partner are investigating a recent theft, and the Landlord said I should ask you about it." Officer Wilde said, wincing as he said it.

"Well, tell him I said thanks. But no, sorry. I was asleep up until an hour ago. My mom always did say I watched too much World's Dumbest." I said, shrugging. Officer Wilde snorted in amusement, before looking to his left and my right at the sound of pawsteps.

"Nick, you find Mr. Whitney?" The voice of his partner asked, the Bunny herself stopping in her tracks as I leaned out my door. Incidentally, that put my head extremely close to officer Wilde's chest.

"Nice to meet you, Officer Hopps. Could I invite you two in?" I asked, looking in front of me, not realizing how close to Officer Wilde I was. All three of us froze when I bumped my nose into his chest, my own eyes wide. I leapt back, my paws up defensively. "I'm so sorry, Officer Wilde! I didn't mean to!" I shouted, the Fox recovering quickly and letting out a sharp bark of laughter.

"So forward, Mr. Whitney. I have standards, you know." He said teasingly, making me blush.

"No, i-i-i-i-it's not l-l-l-like that, I swear!" I shouted, horror my outward expression of choice. Inside...well, that was another story entirely.

"Oh relax, he's just teasing. He does that all the time." Officer Hopps said, and I remained horrified despite the reassurance.

"I think I broke him." Officer Wilde remarked, glancing me up and down briefly.

"Uhm..." I muttered, still not quite functioning completely as I tried to get my mind under control.

"I think we should go, Carrots." Officer Wilde said, Officer Hops nodding silently.

"No, wait!" I shouted, the duo turning back to me with curiosity etched into their muzzles. I froze, paw still stretched out. "Uh, can I talk to Officer Hopps please?" I asked, the Bunny glancing at her partner.

"Sure. I'll wait in the cruiser, Carrots." Officer Wilde said, and I watched him walk away with a small feeling of disappointment settling into my chest. It wasn't until he was gone and out of my sight that I realized I had been watching his tail.

"Hello? Mr. Whitney?" Officer Hopps said, and I blinked and looked down at her.

"Uh, listen, I know this is gonna sound a little weird but..." The next thing I knew I was on my knees in front of her, clutching her shoulders and wide eyed. "Do you think I could have his number!?" I begged, Officer Hopps staring at me in shock. She glanced at my paws, which were still clutching her shoulders. "Sorry." I said, releasing her and holding my paws close to myself.

"Well, I don't know if he's into Todds...but I could probably convince him to humor you." She said, and I let my head hang.

"That'll do." I said, Officer Hopps feeling up her pockets. After a few attempts she seemed to find the one she was looking for and pulled her phone free, turning it on. She looked at me expectantly, and it took me a moment to realize she wanted my phone. "I'll be right back." I said quickly, dashing into my apartment. I searched for probably five minutes before I was victorious.

I stepped out into the hallway, phone in paw, and – thankfully – found Officer Hopps still waiting. I handed her my phone and she began typing almost immediately. After a few seconds of silence, she handed me my phone back.

"There you go. I'll see what I can do on my end." She said, and I smiled thankfully.

"Bless you, bless you little Bunny." I said, stepping back inside my apartment. As soon as the door was closed, I stalked over to the far wall and stared at it. Thump! "Ow...okay, not dreaming." I said, clutching my head in pain and letting out a whimper.

"You okay in there, Lance!?" My neighbor shouted, and I let out a pained whine.

"I'm good! Just...testing something!" I shouted back, staggering over to my couch.

"...You sure!?" My neighbor asked, and I smiled at how much they cared.

"I'm sure, Whitehead! Thank you for your concern!" I shouted back, raising my phone. I turned it on, then went searching through my Contacts. "Hello." I said happily, seeing that Officer Hopps had indeed added Officer Wilde's number. "Oh eff the hell yes." I said excitedly, going back to the top of my contacts. Finding the right one, I pressed the call button.

"Lance? I wasn't expecting to see you calling without prompting, or me calling first." The contact remarked, and I grunted.

"Yeah yeah, I know. Listen, mother, I need to tell you something." I said, and the excitement in my voice must have been a lot higher than I thought.

"Oh?" My mother asked, her surprise evident. I did rarely call, though that was more just a bad habit of laziness on my part than not wanting to talk.

"I got somebody's number." I said, silence coming from the phone as my mother seemed to process the information. Finally, she spoke.

"Do I know her?" She asked, and I hesitated. I shouldn't have been surprised she assumed it was a female, but it was kinda disappointing that she wasn't open to the idea it could be a guy right out of the gates.

"You should know 'em. He's kinda famous. And a cop." I said, silence greeting me again.

"I...I don't know what to say, Lance. I mean, I'm happy for you that you finally got somebody you like, but-"

"But you don't care for the fact I chose a Todd." I interrupted, my tone brittle in anger.

"Todd? There aren't any famous Todds...oh my god." I couldn't help it. I laughed. "You're saying...you got the Nicholas Wilde's number?" My mother asked, and I chuckled.

"Yep! Well, from his parter, technically, but it still counts!" I exclaimed proudly, feeling quite happy about that.

"Well, uh, good! I'm not going to lie and say I'm not disappointed it wasn't a Vixen, but I am proud you finally found somebody you like enough to ask that." My mother said, and I felt some of my happiness deflate at her words.

"I suppose that's all I'll get from you." I remarked coolly, my lip curling slightly.

"Lance-"

"No, it's fine! I should have expected this kind of reaction from you! I don't know why I thought you'd understand!" I interrupted, scoffing in disdain and ending the call. "Figures." I snorted, my good mood effectively ruined by the phone call.

"If it makes you feel better, I think you two would make a good couple!" My neighbor suddenly shouted, making me jump in surprise.

"Uh...thanks?" I shouted back, unsure of how to take the...I think it was a compliment?

"You're welcome, Lance!" My neighbor shouted, letting me know the conversation was done on his part.

I sat on my couch for hours, my mind relatively blank as I wondered what I could do now. I could call him, but I didn't know what time he got off and I didn't want to seem impatient or anything.

Hopefully Judy had told him about what she'd done, or else it would be very awkward indeed when I called Officer Wilde.

I wasn't sure how long had passed when I was suddenly roused from my sleep by my phone ringing, but what I saw had me wide awake faster than ever before in my history and waking up.

Officer Wilde was calling me, much to my joyous surprise.

"Hello?" I asked, my surprise evident in my voice as I answered the call.

"Mr. Whitney? Why am I not surprised Judy gave me this number?" The other Fox asked, and I let out a chuckle.

"Well, I think what she did was kinda fair." I remarked, Officer Wilde letting out a small huff at that.

"Yeah, she told me about that. Listen, Mr. Whitney-"

"Lance, please." I said, though I was admittedly scared about where he was going.

"Okay, Lance it is. Listen, Lance, you seem like a nice Todd and all, but...well, to put it bluntly, I don't really know you." Officer Wilde said, and I blinked in surprise.

"I'm not gonna lie, I thought that was gonna go somewhere much worse." I said, earning a snort of amusement from Officer Wilde. "But, I know you don't really know me, and I know it's just out of the blue and all that, but I kinda like you and I was hoping we could at least get to know each other." I said, silence stretching over the line as – I hoped – Officer Wilde thought about the idea.

"Sure, I can do that. I'm off...Friday, I think–" I glanced at the calendar and saw it was Wednesday "–so I should be able to meet you then. Any place you had in mind?" Officer Wilde asked, and I frowned.

"Not...particularly. Anywhere is fine. Just nowhere fancy." I said, the other Fox grunting in amusement.

"Are you...embarrassed?" He asked, and I let out a small, awkward chuckle.

"Well, you are the first male to get my attention romantically, so...a bit. But not of the fact I like you, just more from the fact I've been overwhelmingly straight my whole life, and this is just...tipping that scale a bit." I said sheepishly, a bark of laughter escaping the other Fox at my admission.

"So, you're saying you're new to the whole world of...this?" The other Fox asked, amusement clear.

"Hey, give me a break! It's not like my mother was very supportive of BL anyway!" I exclaimed, the line going silent again at that.

"You didn't...tell her, did you?" Officer Wilde asked, and I hesitated.

"Uhm...just that I got your number. Is that...bad?" I asked, nervous about the seriousness with which Officer Wilde asked the question.

"Well, I won't say I'm excited about that, but I can't really say I blame you. I'd probably tell my mother too if I got a famous celebrity's number." The other Fox said, and I scoffed.

"It's not because you're a celebrity, Officer Wilde. I was just...excited about actually having gotten somebody's number for once." I said sheepishly, not really certain if it was a good idea to admit that.

"You've never dated before?" Officer Wilde asked, and I inhaled sharply. He was right, but still, I was not expecting that question.

"No, I can't really say I have." I said, hearing Officer Wilde make a noise that signaled he found that amusing.

"Hm. This'll be fun, then." He said, and I waited, knowing he wasn't done. "Oh, and call me Nick when I'm off duty, please." He added, and I hesitated in responding.

"Um, okay, Nick it is, then. Uh, so I guess I'll see you...Friday?" I asked, Nick letting out a hum of confirmation.

"Yep. Looking forward to it." I froze at the words, not quite sure how to react to that. Nick chuckled at my shocked silence and hung up with a polite "goodbye, Lance" and I remained standing there.

"Well." I said a few moments later, frowning to myself. "Guess I should get some sleep or something." And so I did, though it took me a few minutes to properly get to sleep.

Friday Morning

I sat up with a yawn, rubbing my eyes with a grumble. I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and shook my head, blinking rapidly. Standing up, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand next to me and trudged into the living room section of the apartment.

I shook my head again, letting out a yawn as I looked at the calendar. I blinked at the sound of knocking, wondering who it could be.

I trudged over, opening the door without able to see what day it was and still too sleep-addled to remember. I blinked in surprise when I saw Off-no, Nick, on the other side.

"Oh." Nick said, and I could tell he was struggling not to look down to see if I was wearing anything.

"I'll go get something on. Sorry." I said, closing the door slowly in my embarrassment. I hurried into the bedroom section and opened the closet. Pulling some fresh clothes on, I waited a few seconds to calm down the raging storm that was my thoughts.

Satisfied I was good, I sighed and approached the door again. I opened it, and Nick at least had the decency to look excited and act like that hadn't happened.

"Lance, good morning!" He said cheerfully, arms out wide like he was greeting an old friend.

"If you can call morning good. I usually don't get up till one in the afternoon." I said, and Nick let out a chuckle.

"Oh, I feel ya Lance. It was hell for me the first few months." Nick said, extending a cup towards me. "Figured this would help." He added when I looked at it in shock. I glanced between him and the cup, slowly reaching out to take it.

"Thank you, Nick." I said, smiling at him.

"Anything for a friend." He said casually, and I choked on the rather sweet – but still bearable – coffee at his words. "You okay?" He looked worried, and I made sure I had my breath back before I tried to answer.

"I'm good. Sorry, you just surprised me." I said, and Nick arched an eyebrow.

"Why would that surprise you?" He asked, and I looked at the cup sheepishly, feeling embarrassed to answer.

"I...don't really have anybody I trust enough to call friend." I answered, and Nick scoffed in surprise at that.

"Really? A nice Todd like you doesn't have any friends?" He asked, and I shrugged, while simultaneously smiling at his praise.

"I've always lived by this philosophy: I don't trust easily, so if I tell you I trust you, don't make me regret it. Most do, so I trust even less easily than I used to. Like...a lot less easily." I said, shrugging as Nick gestured for me to walk with him. I closed my door behind me, then followed him as he began heading for the elevator.

"A good philosophy, though not likely to give you many fans." Nick remarked, making me chuckle.

"No, not really. Though I've yet to meet somebody actually worth my trust anyway, so nothing lost there." I said, and Nick glanced at me. "So, what'd you want to do when you were a kit?" I asked, and Nick sighed.

"Well, can I trust you with a secret?" Nick asked, and I chuckled.

"Not like I have anybody to tell anyway." I said, Nick shrugging. "But I do trust you, you know." Nick looked surprised at that, and I smiled.

"Well, I'm glad you think so highly of me." Nick said, seemingly genuinely surprised and warmed by my statement.

"Of course. You haven't given me a reason not to trust you yet. You even brought me coffee, and just how I like it too, incidentally enough. Thanks." I said, taking another drink from the beverage.

"Actually, I asked your neighbor. But you're welcome." Nick said, and I scoffed.

"Hm, and here I thought you were just lucky." I said wistfully, Nick letting out a chuckle as we stepped into the elevator. I pressed the button for the ground floor, then turned to Nick. "So, what did you want to be as a kit?" I asked again, Nick sighing.

"I...wanted to do something good. Prove Foxes could be trusted. So I decided to join the Junior Ranger Scouts. Let's just say...it didn't go well." Nick said, and my ears fell as I put together a rough estimate. I growled suddenly, and Nick looked at me in surprise.

"I hate bullies. Nobody deserves to go through that. Nobody! I'm sorry you had to." I said, averting my gaze as Nick's expression softened.

"You...have a bad experience with bullies?" He asked, and I shook my head.

"No, not really. Just never really been able to stand them, ever." I answered, and Nick nodded.

"So, what'd you want to do?" He asked, and I laughed.

"When we have somewhere to sit, I'll tell you. I uh...I've always been really insecure about my intelligence, so I get upset easily when it's insulted. Well, maybe insecure is the wrong word. I've always had a great pride in how smart I was growing up. I could tell you more than twenty kinds of snake species by heart when I was only in elementary school. So, let's just say I wasn't as smart as I thought I was for now." I said, and Nick looked interested it.

"Well, that is something to brag about. So I'd say you're pretty smart, even if you think otherwise." Nick said, and I smiled in thanks even as my eyes watered a little.

"Thank you, Nick." I said, wiping my eyes as he watched. "Sorry." I said, and he waved his paw in a way that said it was fine.

"It's fine, Lance. I understand." He said reassuringly, and I was about to respond when the doors dinged open. "Come on. I have a good day planned out." He said, stepping from the elevator. I followed, genuinely curious what he had planned.

We stepped outside, and Nick cut right. I drained the rest of the coffee he'd brought in the next few minutes, and I waited until we passed a trashcan to get rid of it.

It was only when Nick stopped across from the city's park that I realized where we were going. Honestly, I'd expected a restaurant or something. Even a fast food place was in my list of possible places. The park was, surprisingly, not.

"Huh. You've managed to surprise me, and that only makes me like you more." I said, glancing at Nick.

"You say that you 'like' me a lot. Honestly, I expected to hear the word 'love' at some point." He said, and I blushed at his words.

"Well, it's nothing against you, it's just that I know I really like you, and I feel like I might seriously be attracted to you, but I honestly think it's too early to really know. Plus, it'd be kinda weird if I said 'I love you' when we aren't even really going out." I said, Nick shrugging at that.

"It's a matter of perspective, really." He said, and I snorted in amusement.

"Yeah, okay Zorin." I said lightheartedly, both me and Nick laughing at that. When we were done, he looked left and right.

"Alright, let's go while the traffic is clear." He said, starting across the road. I followed, glancing left and right just to be sure. We crossed without incident, and we entered the park.

Maneuvering towards a bench, Nick paused. He glanced at me, and I shrugged as I sat down.

"I take it you want to take me up on my offer of telling you what I wanted to do if we found a place to sit?" I asked, Nick huffing in amusement.

"Maybe I just didn't feel like walking anymore." He said as he sat, and I let out a bark of laughter.

"Yeah, sure. You have a Bunny for a partner, Nick. I'm sure you have a lot of endurance." I said, Nick arching an eyebrow.

"So forward." He remarked, and I tilted my head in confusion. When I realized what he meant, I went wide-eyed in shock.

"Oh my god, Nick!" I shouted, my expression a mixture of shock and horror.

"Oh, it was funny." He said, and I groaned. It was kind of funny. "So, what'd you want to be as a kit?" He asked, and I hesitated. I let out another bark of laughter, though this one was more of a sad laugh than anything.

"I uh...I wanted to be a scientist. You know, break the mold and everything. Prove Foxes could be in a trustworthy job. And I did fine for a while. But, well, I was never very good at math. Around...ninth grade was when my plans fell apart. I think my self esteem took the worst hit when my fifth grade Social Studies teacher told me all my previous teachers only told me I was smart so I would do my work." I said, and Nick looked horrified at that.

"Oh my god, Lance, that's horrible." He said, and I scoffed.

"I think he was trying to provoke me when I think back on it now. I was angered easily when I was younger, believe it or not. I didn't give him that satisfaction, though. I stood up, and walked into the bathroom. I didn't come out for a while, and nobody cared enough to come see if I was okay. When I told my mother, she had a meeting with the principal." I said, and Nick looked a little hopeful at that.

"I hope the mammal lost his job." Nick muttered, and I smiled.

"The bastard said that the teacher would never say something like that. He got off scot free, and I suffered. I...only got more easily angered. Eventually, I was put in the Spec Ed class more for my anger issues than anything. As I went through the next four grades, though, I only got worse and worse. Barely scraped by seventh grade in the math department, and I did a little better in eighth. Failed both Semesters of Ninth grade Algebra my first year and the first Semester in my second. I...couldn't take the thought of failing again. I already felt I was a disappointment, and those three failures only made it worse. So I left. Just...stopped going." I said, and I let a single sob escape me. "Now it's too late to go and try again. To prove I deserve a place in this wor-' I broke off when I felt a paw on my thigh, and I looked down.

"I'm sorry you had to go through that, Lance." Nick said, and I smiled thankfully as my eyes watered.

"I'm just glad I have somebody who could be an anchor." I said, and Nick looked confused at that. I would later say it was just a compulsive, heat of the moment thing when I leaned forward and pressed my muzzle to his. Nick froze, and I took a deep breath through my nose as I separated to breath. How a kiss that only lasted three seconds could leave me so breathless, I would never understand.

"Lance..." I sucked in a horrified breath when I realized what I'd done, and I quickly stood up as I backed away.

"I...I'm sorry, Nick. I'll just go." I said, turning away and clutching my arms to my chest as tears welled in my eyes.

"Wait..." Nick's plea fell on nobody's ears but his own, and those quickly laid down when he realized I wasn't stopping.

I ignored the stares I received as I walked through the park, my path aimless, as I continually wiped my eyes when fresh tears kept building. When I finally found an abandoned gazebo, I sat down on the stairs instead of stepping into the sheltered portion.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there, but eventually the skies darkened as nimbostratus – or rain – clouds released their payloads.

Within seconds I was drenched, but I still sat there. Even as the sounds of pawsteps approaching let me know I had a visitor, I still remained looking forward. It wasn't until the visitor stepped into my line on sight that I gave them a glance. I blinked, wondering if my eyes were deceiving me as I stared at the mammal I expected least to see.

"Nick?" I said, staring at the Fox in shock. He smiled, and I felt my stomach flutter slightly.

"You know, I'm not against wet t-shirt contests, but I think this is taking it a step too far." He said, and I felt amusement bubble up, and which escaped me in the form of a small lip twitch upward.

"What do you want?" I asked, a tad bit harsher than I would have normally asked such a question.

"Well, I smelled rain on the way, so I went back to my apartment and got an umbrella." He said, tilting the umbrella he held slightly. He extended it outward, and I waved it away.

"I don't need it." I said, standing and stepping under the gazebo's roof so I could escape the cold I only just noticed was building.

"I think you do, Lance." Nick said as he stepped onto the gazebo with me, and I sighed.

"Look, Nick, I appreciate that you're looking out for me, really, but I've been doing fine without you so far, and I'll continue to do so." I said, and Nick looked stunned at that.

"Yeah, I can see that. Living in an apartment with only the money you made from your part time job when you were a teen is really 'doing fine'." Nick said, and I felt a paw twitch as a small spark of anger hit me. "I've had a few hours to kill, Lance. I had Judy run a background check because I was curious and worried about you."

"Nick, just please go." I said, ignoring his words. Silence greeted me, and that only lasted a few seconds before the sound of paper being unfolded broke it.

"I was looking forward to seeing you succeed." Nick said, and I turned around in curiosity even though he was already walking away. I looked at where he had been standing, tilting my head when I saw the paper on the ground. I approached, my curiosity getting the best of me.

The words I wanted to say froze on my tongue as I flipped the paper over, my eyes widening as I read what it said. I looked up at the retreating form of Nick, my eyes tearing up again as I pocketed the paper and took off.

Nick turned when I was only a few feet away, and I tackled him in a hug even as sobs wracked my body.

"Thank you, Nick." I said, the Fox smiling at me. "It's...nice to have somebody believe in me again."

"Of course, Lance. I look forward to seeing you fight to succeed." Nick said, and I laughed.

"Tooth and claw."

And that's a wrap for Chapter 1 of this little short story. Now, a majority of Lance Whitney's backstory is the exact same as mine. Yes, that unfortunately includes the section about the fifth grade teacher and the meeting with the principal and what he said. The bit about dropping out isn't true, though. I was a bit more strong-willed than that, but I figured that if I was going to put the effort in to bake the bloody thing, I might as well put the icing on the metaphorical cake. I hope you like the first part to this, because I'm honestly not sure when this will be updated. Just depends on if people want more or not and when I feel like writing for it. This was a bit easier than I expected to write, mostly because I kinda think Nick is extremely hot anyway. No, I've never been in a same-sex relationship before, and I hope my interpretation of it in the next two parts is at least a little accurate. Now, what do you guys think the paper was? I won't confirm anything until the next update for this story, obviously, but I'm curious to see what you think it was. Also, sorry if Nick was a little – or a lot – OOC, but I think it's kinda obvious he's gonna be OOC in this kind of story, at least a little bit. Anyway, this is getting long enough, I'll see you guys...next update. Word Count: 5,343