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The next chapter of my Zootopia AU is up! In this chapter of Mammals & Music & Money, Nick starts courting Judy in preparation for his weirdo fake-marriage proposal.

A new WildeHopps oneshot🥳 This time some classic hurt/comfort. Nick is sick (hey that rhymes) and Judy isn't gonna stand idly by and let her favorite fox marinate in his illness. It's just a cold tho. I keep it light.

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Mammals & Music & Money

It's the rom-com AU that nobody asked for, where Judy's a poor pianist, Nick is a rich programmer, and they're childhood friends who reconnect in Zootopia. Feelings fly when Judy agrees to fake-marry Nick to keep an evil cousin from inheriting money that would be put to nefarious use. Don't worry, the marriage contract has a divorce clause that kicks in after 12 months—it’s not like “I do” has to mean forever…right?

Summary: Nick and Judy decide to test a controversial new dating app that promises to match predators with prey. When the algorithm declares them a 98.7% perfect match, they agree to one date to prove the app wrong. But what if it's right?

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The air in the warehouse was filled with dust and unspoken threats. Judy pressed her back to the cold wall, nose twitching beneath her helmet. Her radio crackled — Clawhauser’s voice came hushed but urgent in her ear. “Team Bravo in position. On your mark, Hopps.”

She wished her paws were steadier around the grip of her tranq gun. Nick nudged her elbow, easy as ever, his smirk just visible behind his tactical mask. “First one to the ringleader gets free coffee for a week, J.”

Adrenaline drowned out her nerves. She flicked her ears, refusing to let herself smile. “That's only an option if you can keep up.”

He rolled his eyes, but his tail flicked — restless. They crept forward, weaving between crates. Harsh voices echoed from deeper in the warehouse, predators arguing over boxes marked with a crude, blue paw print.

Judy caught the acrid scent of burning electronics. Her heart pounded. Nick’s paw hovered over her shoulder, a silent reassurance — or maybe a reminder. He had her back.

Someone shouted. Glass shattered — a fistfight breaking out over serum samples. Nick’s gaze sharpened. He signaled: Now.

Judy bolted from cover, Nick at her side. She barely heard the shouts of the other teams, the scramble of claws on concrete.

Then something metal snapped overhead.

A scaffold, teetering, bolts rattling loose. Time slowed down. She started to move, but Nick was faster — he shoved her hard, knocking the breath from her chest.

She hit the floor, skidding across spilled glass. There was a thunderous crash behind her, the sharp ring of metal, and a cry she'd never heard from Nick — raw and wordless.

She scrambled up. “Nick!”

He was pinned under a twisted mess of scaffold and crates, muzzle flecked red. His eyes found hers, unfocused. “Hey, Carrots,” he slurred, mouth quirking up. “Didn’t … think you’d win that easy.”

Sirens screamed outside. Judy’s blood hammered in her ears. She squeezed his paw, fur sticky and hot. “Stay with me, Nick.”

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Nick and Judy sat on opposite sides of the couch in his apartment. She jabbed at her laptop’s battered trackpad, the whirring computer fan almost loud enough to drown out her thoughts. She could feel the heat from the poor device radiating into her paw.

For the 100th time, she wondered why she didn't bite the financial bullet and get her own wifi.

She should have told her mom she was busy, but Bonnie’s “just a quick favor, honey!” had sounded so innocent. Judy should’ve known better.

The laptop screen stuttered, then filled with boxes of dozens of eager bunnies, ears at various angles. Judy tried to shrink into the couch.

Her mom's face dominated the center, framed by a garland of pink hearts and a banner that blinked: Find Your Hop-mate! Bonnie’s voice filled the room, too cheery. “Judy, sweetheart, you made it! And is that Nick?”

Judy shot Nick a look — a silent plea for mercy. He was sprawled against the armrest, a bag of cheese puffs in his lap, managing to look both alarmed and gleeful, but kept his silence.

Bonnie pressed on. “Well, Judy, which bachelor would you like to partner with?” The boxed bunnies became hopeful, panicked, overconfident, and everything in between.

All the air seemed to vanish from the apartment. Judy’s heart thudded so hard she was sure the mic would pick it up.

She was not doing this. It was time for her emergency option. She yanked Nick’s shirt sleeve. “Actually, Mom, I’ll be, um, using Nick as my … test subject.”

Nick’s lazy grin became wider. “Test subject, Carrots? I don’t know, I’m pretty high maintenance. Requires regular grooming. Occasional snacks.”

Judy forced a smile for the camera, resisting the urge to throttle him. “He’s statistically unbiased.”

Bonnie clapped, nearly knocking over her mug. “Wonderful! See, everyone? Inter-species friendship blossoms into possibility! Judy, honey, you’re such a trailblazer.”

Nick leaned in, voice pitched low enough just for her. “Relax. I’ll behave. Unless you want me to call you ‘sugar whiskers’ in front of your entire hometown.”

Judy resisted the urge to tug her ears down over her eyes. “Just … don’t make it weird.”

He winked, and she got the sinking suspicion that “weird” was going to be the least of her problems.

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In a small cafe, Nick watched Judy as she fiddled with her pen, the tip tapping a jittery little rhythm against her notepad. She’d barely touched her carrot muffin, which, in Nick’s experience, was a neon sign above her head screaming distraction. Classic Judy: always moving, always thinking — except now, her thoughts were somewhere different than usual.

Dirk Timber. The name sounded like it was carved out of ice. Nick could already picture the guy in his mind — tall, ears perfectly perked, probably a jawline sharp enough to slice tofu.

And Carrots was crushing on the guy. Crushing hard. To an almost ridiculous degree, in Nick’s opinion.

Judy was talking again, her words tumbling over each other, asking about body language — what to do with her paws, how to smile without looking desperate, whether or not she should compliment Dirk’s badge or stick to his “impressively symmetrical” whiskers.

Nick stretched out in his chair, folding his arms behind his head. He’d survived hustling on Rainforest District corners and danced circles around the ZPD’s best, but teaching a bunny how to flirt? This was uncharted territory.

He grinned, letting the sarcasm slip into his voice, “Alright, Carrots, lesson one: Don’t trip over your own tail. Confidence is ninety percent of the game. And maybe...don’t open with dissecting his arrest stats. Just a thought.”

Judy’s ears flushed pink. “Noted.”

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