Finnick comes over, as Nick and Judy are talking to the foster parents and social worker. Could be good could be bad
Hoho, more Adoption AU! for everyone.
Finnick doesn’t just randomly swing by Nick’s and Judy’s place unannounced often. Specially now they they have kits.
You know, but sometimes it’s nice to go to the store, buy boxes upon boxes of chocolates and dumb little ice cube molds and swing by. For a little lesson in entrepreneurship and sweet making. Before getting everyone hyped up on sugar and just leaving.
Which was what he was doing.
He dropped the handle of his cart, and jumped up to the handle. He gripped it tightly as he fished around his pocket for his keys. Easily he sorted out which key it was and twisted in the lock, before using his body weight to pull down the handle. The door popped open as Finnick dropped down and grabbed his cart again.
Kicking open the door more, he dragged his little cart inside. “Yo, anyone home?” Finnick called loudly into the house as he closed the door behind her.
No one immediately came rushing to see him, or sharply round the corner to tell him to be quiet because the kits are finally sleeping. However, that never meant no one was actually home. For all Finnick knew everyone could be taking an afternoon nap, or hiding withing the depths of the apartment where they can’t hear.
“Hello?” He called again as he rounded the dinning room table.
The sight that greet him was an unusual one. Two big cats, a lioness and a tiger sitting crammed together on Nick and Judy’s large couch, hunching over slightly from the ceiling. Each with a cup that seemed tiny in their paws. A porcupine was sitting in on their arm chairs, looking so smug and proud of herself, and also very shocked to see Finnick there. Both Nick and Judy were sitting stiff as boards in two dinning room chairs they pulled over. Looks of slight wide eyed horror at the sight of Finnick.
The desert fox knew their horror was not from his presence in the least, but rather the timing of it all.
“Is this one of your kits?” The lioness asked politely after a long moment of silence from everyone in the room.
“I’m 47 lady,” Finnick snarled out, and the lioness looked greatly taken back. “Though I did use to pose as his kit on some occasions.” He added coolly, relishing the awkward smile that spread across Nick’s face when everyone turned to the red fox.
It made putting up with all those ‘daddy jokes’ worth it. Payback could be a really bitch.
“If you’ll excuse me for a moment.” Nick said, springing out of his chair. The red fox made his way to over to the desert fox, with an ever pleasant grin, before ushered him into kitchen. The smile instantly melted away the moment the two were out sight. “What are you doing here?!”
“Stopping by in for a surprise candy making visit.” Finnick stated easily, like it was something that happened every other Saturday. “What’s going on in there with the towering cat duo?”
Nick hushed him quickly. “The social worker from Jeremy’s case found a foster family able to take him in.”
Finnick raised an eyebrow at the taller fox. He’d never meet Jeremy before, but Nick had mentioned him before in recent talks. Something Finnick had always laughed at because karma does have a sense of humor sometimes. "And that’s bad, because…”
“It’s great, just Jeremy’s been with us for three weeks, and he’s finally starting to open up and adjust to us.” Nick sighed frustrated, because the fox cares, and Finnick gets it. He’s been in the foster system, it’s not great. “Not to mention, Jeremy ran and hide at the sight of the tiger and neither of us get him to come out, and now the every so lovely social worker is using that against us.”
“Ah, the proci-bitch.”
“She’s in the other room!” Nick snapped in horror. Like the last thing he needs is for the social worker to have one more thing to use against him.
“Where are the other kits?”
“Triplets are over a friends house, Emily is in the room where Jeremy’s hiding, keeping him company.” Nick sighed out. “Can you just come back some other times.”
“No,” Finnick said shaking his head, ignoring how the taller fox frowned down at him. “We’ve gotten out of hairier situations, and Judy and you have gotten out of the hairiest. Handle the proci-bitch,” Nick cringed at the words again, “leave the kit’s to me.”
Nick opened his mouth to object but sighed when he realized he didn’t have much of a course. Didn’t matter if he wanted it or not, it was happening. He groaned for a moment, before giving Finnick a warning look that if he blew this for them hell would rain down upon him. Finnick just pushed him back towards the living room with little care, because he’s never wasn’t about to ruin this.
Finnick in turn made his own away out of this kitchen. Just a minor wave towards the living room as he moved to the hallway that let to the bedrooms. It didn’t take him long to find out which one Jeremy was in, as Emily was just calmly sitting by the closet doors, playing with a stuffed toy.
It also didn’t take him every long to convince Jeremy to at least open the closet door. Really that was amazingly simple, stating the kit had noting to fear as he was barely two feet tall. The door open more in disbelief than anything else. After a few more minutes of talking, and mentioning he had chocolates and candies and collection of fun mold to use, the young tiger cub was out.
“Do you have Iron Tiger molds?” the tiger asked as he clawed out of his spot.
“Do I have Iron Tiger molds?” Finnick mimicked, sounding playful excited. “Or course I have Iron Tiger molds, they were especially on sale today.” They weren’t he bought them any way because Nathan never fails to ask every time. “You can have Iron Tiger candies by tonight, if you wanted.”
Next thing their in the kitchen. Finnick distracts Jeremy from the grown tiger in the living room by listing the chocolates he bought. And acting like it was crime the cub had never melted down chocolate into something else. And it’s only a matter of time before the three of them are melting a mixture of bars on the stove.
At one point Nick barred the social worker from entering the kitchen to collect Jeremy for a “more proper introduction”. Not the Finnick would have let her take him away from sitting on the floor, determining the next chocolate bar mixture with Emily.
“You’re ruining his chance at happy healthy life.” Finnick heard the social worker complain.
Something in the dessert fox just snapped.
“No, he’s not.” The small fox snapped, rounding the corner of the kitchen where Nick was lightly trying to pull the porcupine away to continue going. “He’s looking out for the kit, a lot more than you. After all, at this point, it’s the kit’s choice where he wants to go, and he already ran away from your suspected foster parents. I’d say he’s already chosen for you.”
The social worker opened her mouth like she was going to object with some high and might reason. Like how could he possibly know what it was like, it’s not even his kit to care for. And Finnick just glared at her, daring to say something, because he could tear her to shreds. He knows enough about Jeremy’s story to know the whole thing is a bad idea. Not to mention his own past experiences.
“I think it’s best we go.” The adult tiger said, standing up from the couch. “Given Jeremy’s situation…and reaction, as well as the fox’s words, I don’t think we’re the best fit at the moment.” The tiger turned to the lioness who is seemed to be nodding in agreement. “I think it’s time we go, honey. It was a pleasure meeting you all.”
And with that the large cat couple made their way towards the front door, leaning over to give small good-byes to the kits in the kitchen, and they were gone.
The porcupine huffed after a moment. She stormed away to collect her things and was gone only moments later. Grumbling to herself as she Judy showed her out and closed the door harshly behind her.
“Well that when…differently,” The rabbit sighed out. “Suppose we find out on Monday how that went.”
Finnick got a call barely two week later for Judy telling him Nick and her had filed to adopt Jeremy. Proci-bitch was pissed, and promised to drag out the court process as long as she could because she didn’t believe it was a good choice.
In turn Finnick just asked for a court date and offered to testify on their behalf. Also he promised to make a whole bag full of Iron Tiger chocolates when everything was finalized.
AN: Uncle Finnick is the best! Like I imagine him constantly telling Nick and Judy their kids are the worst and pain. And teasing Nick endlessly for settling down. But the moment anyone messes with any of them, Uncle Finnick is there to bring hell.
Judy got a job at the university bookstore to help cover her some of her costs.
It wasn’t anything really exciting. A lot of standing around, making minor small talk with tried students who didn’t really want the conversation, or restock the shelves she could reach. No one really asked her for help, or wondered if she had a book recommendation like Judy might have imagined. Nope they just avoided eye contact and putting books in the wrong place.
And it wasn’t even like Judy could use her down time to study for her laws, or stick her knows in criminal psychology book. No her boss didn’t allow that, she wasn’t paid to study.
Judy sighed. She really hated her job.
But it helped pay some of the bills, so it had to be worth something.
She grumbled to herself angry as she restocked shelves.
Imitating her boss’s latest order, as she did so, in annoyance. Forced to restock the Grassland/Forest Mythology section of the store. A section barely anyone every went into unless they had a class that like required it. Honestly the shelf needed more dusting the restocking.
“Honestly, who reads this stuff?” Judy grumbled as she shoved an assortment of books back into the the shelf.
“I do,” A male voice said suddenly, causing Judy to squeak and jump at the sound.
A light chuckle followed afterwards, as Judy grabbed her chest and turned to glare at whatever cruel mammal that decided her fright was something hilarious. She turned to find a thin red fox standing facing the shelf behind her, grinning down at her, in patterned shirt and slacks. Green eyes shinning down on her with amusement. A thick paperback book of Brother Moon mythology and stories in his paw.
“Sorry, I didn’t see you there,” Judy apologized halfheartedly.
The fox merely hummed down at her. “I noticed.” The fox returned, before grabbing another book and walking away.
The following week, Judy saw the fox again.
Same section as where she first saw. Only this time he’s nose deep in an book about ideology of myths and beings involved. Something so theoretical Judy could probably only dream about understanding it. Yet the fox was in it with such interest, drinking it all in like he couldn’t get enough of it.
It surprised Judy to see the fox there again. She almost never saw anyone in that mythology second twice…let alone withing a week of first seeing.
“You’re staring is distracting,” The fox said suddenly.
Judy squeaked again in surprise, causing another grin to grow on the fox’s lips.
“Just not use to seeing anyone in the section.” Judy stated absently, annoyed by his joy of scaring her.
“We’re a rare breed, Fluff.” The fox returned, turning to look at her. “That or perhaps I’m illusion and your going insane.”
Judy just rolled her eyes and huffed away.
She saw the fox for a third time the following week.
She was managing the register on a late shift, which was pointless. No one was really there in the store. If any student came in they went right for the stairs to go to the cafe and get get coffee or food. Barely anyone bothered with getting a book at that time of night.
As she boredly drummed her fingers against the counter top, the fox walked up.
He looked worse for wear. Like he hadn’t sleep for a few days and was running on fumes of fumes. His shirt was wrinkled, and he failed to suppress a yawn when he walked up to her. The fox dumped an arm full of books on Alepoú from myths, to theories of his creation.
“You look terrible.” She commented as she reached for a book.
“Hello to you too!” The fox returned sourly at Judy.
“Sorry,” Judy commented with a light giggle. “You just don’t look like you’ve slept for…”
“A few days?” The fox supplied almost knowingly. “Yeah, haven’t really done that. “Got two papers due in a few days, and the first draft of my thesis is due Friday. Doesn’t help that I had a moment of inspiration at 7:30 and need to run and get books.”
“You’re a grad student here?” Judy asked as she rang up the last book.
The fox nodded weakly at her, this time successfully managing to swallow something of a yawn.
“Take it you’re a grad student in Grassland and Forest mythology.” Judy observed, pulling out a back from below the counter.
“Quite the detective you are.” The fox returned lamely.
“Your total is 53.18.” Judy stated in place of making a face the fox. The fox pulled out his wallet and credit card, going through the payment process as Judy carefully started placing his purchase in a bag. “Alepoú, that’s the trickster god that tried to seal Harecules from Sister Sun’s palace in that Mouse movie right?”
“That movie is terribly inaccurate mythological speaking.” The fox grumbled at the gray rabbit like she personally offended him with her lack of knowledge. “Alepoú was sent by Brother Moon to test heroes of their worthiness.”
“Alright, fine, sorry.” Judy shrugged out as the machine printed the receipt. She grabbed a card by the computer, before handing the fox his receipt. “Here’s your receipt and a coupon for a dollar of coffee at the cafe, you look like you could use it.”
“Thanks,” The fox said, seeming genuinely surprised and thankful.
Judy just watched him shuffle up the stairs.
The fourth time she saw the fox, he wasn’t in the mythology section.
He was in the fiction section looking over the shelf of new releases. His presences there surprised her.
It had been two weeks after talking with him at the cashier. He looked well rested, and far more put together than whatever he was when she saw him last.
“You lost or something?” Judy asked, as she restocked a table near him.
“No,” The fox answered as he reached down to pick up a hard cover and read the inside sleeve. “I happen to be exactly where I want to be. I do happen to read more than mythology and ideology. I do like good book every now and again.”
“A fox of many colors than.” Judy returned slightly playfully.
The fox rolled his eyes as he placed the book back and grabbed enough one. Reading the inside sleeve quickly. His tail wagged slightly, and his ears perked up in interest as he read it and seemed to decided and getting that book.
“Find something interesting?”
“I believe so.”
And with that the fox walked off.
Judy watched him go, making she he was gone before she moved to the shelf. She picked up the book the fox just grabbed, Promise Rebirthed. Quickly flipping up on the cover she read the summary on the sleeve. She read about half of it, quickly realized it was a dumb romance book and reincarnation.
“Dumb fox,” Judy muttered to herself.
“Judy!” The fox exclaimed as he rushed towards her at the help desk she was trapped in for the day.
Judy blinked in surprise at the fox for two reason. One his slightly panicked expression, and two he knew her name, and she was pretty sure they had never exchanged names before. She opened her mouth to ask.
“You wear a name tag, dumb bunny,” The fox snapped like he already knew what she was going to ask.
Judy looked down at her shirt as she remember. “Oh right, how can I help you, today…?” She said pausing for the fox to supply his name.
“Is the book store getting an order of Lesser Know Grassland and Forest Mythology by Harrison Badgerton?” the fox asked hurriedly instead, before ushering her quickly to check.
Judy hurriedly typed away at the keyboard. Scanning over the new and arriving inventory the bookstore had. Carefully scanning for the title and author name. Suddenly she saw it, clicking the row to quickly high light all the necessary information.
“Yeah, it looks like we’ll have it available on…Thursday.” Judy informed, grinned at the fox as he beamed at her.
“Okay,” The fox said with a nod, like he could handle waiting for the book till Thursday.
“I can pre-order it for you, so all you have to do is come in and pick it up.” Judy stated.
The fox eyes widened in glee. “Please,” The fox begged happily, as Judy giggled and started the pre-ordering process. “By the moon, I could kiss you, Fluff.”
Judy just rolled her eyes and made a playful gagging sound at the idea. Though it surprisingly did not seem like a bad one to her. She carefully clicked about the options on the screen.
“Hey, how’s the book you bought last week?” Judy asked, trying to fill the space with light small talk.
“Decent, I suppose. Cheesy in some parts, but the author did their fair share of research. It was pretty accurate most of the time.” the fox comment. “But over all a good read.”
“You finished it?” Judy asked amazed. “Already?”
“Yeah,” The fox returned oddly. “It wasn’t an overly complicated book.”
“Romance books usually aren’t.”
“Ha, You did read the cover after I left.” The fox said with a knowing town in his voice. Judy turned to him sharply to glare at him, and the fox laughed. Judy realize he not just confirmed his thought without saying anything. “You’d probably like it.”
“More of into crime thrillers than dumb reincarnation romances.” Judy huffed. “And I didn’t read the cove,” she shot in quickly, “it’s our job to now the summary of new releases.” The fox snorted in reply at her. “What’s your name for the pre-order pick up?”
“Nick,” The fox answered smoothly. “Nick Wilde.”
Judy purchased the book. Like an some dumb love struck idiot she bought the book.
Not only that she read in like a day.
It was good, she couldn’t put it down and she would shameless admit that to herself in a mirror. And it wasn’t anything she expected.
“You’re an idiot.” She told Nick when he came to put up his book that Thursday.
“How so?” The fox asked so effortlessly, and smoothly, she wondered if he was even really trying.
“The book was about Alepoú and Kounéli, figures form Grassland and Forest mythology.” Judy pointed out smartly. “You study them at school, there for it wasn’t pleasure reading for you.”
“Oh no,” Nick said leaning over the counter slightly, easing into Judy’s personal space just so. “It really was.”
Judy felt her ears burn bright read at his tone. Because he knew she knew exactly what he meant just as well as he did. The darm part of the book and Judy just shamefully couldn’t quiet bring herself to put down.
“We should have coffee some time and talk about it.” He said with a wave as he turned to walk away.
“There are better ways to ask a girl out Wilde,” Judy shouted at him, before turning to the next mammal in line.
Needless to say she went to get coffee with him anyway.
AN: This is like coffee shop au, but better and I love it. Sorry it kind of got away from me there but yeah. Got to squeeze a little Mythology AU out for everyone.
Fluff piece, Nick and Judy relaxing in a hammock. You know the pic
I, for some reason, am remember a few hammock pic, whist also remember like very few of them. So I’m basing this prompt of this pic.
Nick likes visiting Bunnyburrow.
Which was not a sentence Nick ever thought would be true in his whole life. As he is a fox, and never once been far outside the city limits of Zootopia.
But it was true.
He liked visiting Bunnyburrow. It had wide open fields and sweeping breezes that Zootopia could ever dream of having. Not to mention the air was fresh, smelled more of flowering plants and dirt with hints of fresh cut grass. Rather than smelling like car exhausted and every type of mammal imaginable.
Nick doesn’t even care that when he visit he sometimes has to help with farm work. Wither it be tending to the fields, harvesting fresh produce, or working the Hopps roadside stand. He really doesn’t care.
Usually because Judy is right along side him. And it’s just a whole other side of her he doesn’t have in the city. It’s softer, gentler, and calmer. Granted that doesn’t stop her from chasing and tackling some of her siblings, but still.
It was fun. And the Hopps understood it was still part of a vacation for them. They were still guests to be entertained rather worked too hard.
Still, there was nothing better than working in the fields all day then lounging in the hammock next to the blueberry bushes as the sun set. Even if the hammock was just slightly small for him.
Which was where Nick currently was.
Lounging away until the dinner bell chattered loudly through the air. Content with breathing the fresh air and swaying slightly in whatever breezy decided to give him a bit of push.
“What are you doing?” Judy’s voice suddenly asked.
Nick popped open an eye and turned to look at the rabbit.
She dressed in her usual plaid and faded jeans she always seemed to produce whenever they visited. She was wearing a large brimmed straw hat she burrowed from her mother, or one of her sisters. The gray furred doe was blinking at him with her paws on her hips as she stared down at the fox in the hammock.
“Relaxing before dinner,” Nick answered easily.
“You’re too big for the hammock.” Judy grinned out.
“Still comfortable.” Nick returned, turning back to the sky and closing his eyes again.
A moment passed, and nothing. The fox didn’t hear the rabbit moved away or anything. She simply sighed, Nick could tell she was shaking her head at him. Then he heard her feet in the grass, and the hammock dip slightly as she grabbed it.
Before he knew it, she was climbing on top of the hammock. Well mostly, onto Nick and a little on the hammock. Nick grinned as he felt her carefully climbed onto his torso, and straddle his waist a bit. The hammock was maybe sized for two rabbits to cuddle up into, but with a fox it left very little room for another party. She cuddled up under his chin easily and let out a content sigh.
“Don’t get too comfortable,” Nick said with a light teasing tone. “What would your father say if he saw us?”
“Don’t break the hammock.” Judy returned with another content nuzzle into his chest. He could tell she had her eyes closed as she laid on him.
Nick grinned, opening his eyes and shifting to get a bit of look at the doe snuggled up against him. “That sounds way dirtier than it should.” He chuckled lightly. Lying a paw over the small of her back. “Especially come from a rabbit.”
“Nick.” Judy started simply. She paused, waiting for a response, when Nick gave her in a hum. “Shut up.”
And Nick did.
AN: Again, I don’t know. Let’s just always assume I don’t know!
The doctor wrote a note on Nick’s medical review paper. Just a small one, nothing serious, more of like a slight reminder than anything else. Like a cautionary warning for something that might need to be addressed in the future, but there wasn’t any crazy waving flags.
But Judy saw it, because Nick left it on the dinning room table, and she well…
She reacted to it.
Reacted to it like Nick was going to fall over dead the next minute if he didn’t do some thing immediately.
Which Nick kind of understood. Watch blood pressure and numbers. Family history of heart and blood issues. Healthier lifestyle choices suggested. It could be quiet alarming to someone who didn’t hear it every time they went to the doctor. Especially to a rabbit where heart issues are common place, and nothing to take lightly.
And Judy never fails to go above and beyond.
A diet change was to be expected, a few more veggies a lot less sweets. Not the overhaul of greens and veggies Judy gave him, and a cut out of like everything with sugars. She even took to evaluating his protein juices and raw vitamin supplements, carefully determining how much he could have in his new diet, because she knew she couldn’t take those away from him.
Everything was fine, because Nick figure it would last like a week. A very diligent week, but still a week. Eventually Nick would talk her down enough, or she’s stop worrying so much because she’d realize Nick was a fox and not a rabbit with a tiny speeding heart.
Only it didn’t last a week.
It last three before Nick drew the line. Because honestly he deserved a cheat day at some point, or at least a meal that was more protein than plants.
“Carrots, one doughnut is not going to kill me.” Nick stated in a calm but strained tone, after the rabbit slapped a doughnut Clawhauser offered him back into the box. “Neither is anything else, I’ve ever eaten.”
“Nick,” Judy stared, in her concerned voice. Like she knows better. Knows how to handle the situation better, knows how to handle his health better. Because she lost more than a few relatives to heart diseases or issues, so she just knows better then Nick. “The doctor suggested it, it helps, it’s good for your numbers. Heart disease and blood pressure are serious. This isn’t something you can take lightly.”
“Who says I’m taking it lightly,” Nick countered.
“You’re actions Nick,” Judy returned sharply. There’s a painful bite in her words. “They tell me you’re not taking it lightly. It runs in your family, Nick, you have a higher risk–”
“I know, Carrots.” Nick snapped. “And I’m handling it, I always have.”
“No your haven’t.” Judy started pointy.
“Yes, I have!” Nick growled out.
The had had this argument before to a point. Mostly because Nick usually stops, because he knows why Judy’s so fixated on the healthy diet. She lost aunts, uncles, older siblings and cousins, littler mates to heart related deaths. But he always figured one day she’s snap out of it enough to realize it’s different for foxes. Serious, yes, but far easily managed in foxes.
Only she never did, because she cares about Nick to much, it’s clouding the fact that he’s a fox. Blinding it too the point that she it never comes to her mind. All her instinctual mind is getting is that something is wrong with her mate, and they might die, and she’s panicking. Nick was tried standing by waiting for something that isn’t going to happen.
And yeah, it sucks that it’s in the lobby of the precinct, but it needs to had.
“I’m not a rabbit, Judy.” Nick pointed out sharply. “It’s serious yes, but I’ve been managing it. Always keeping an eye on the numbers. I don’t need the constant fussing over me.”
Judy gasped in shock and his words, and maybe a little bit of his volume. Clawhauser was letting out a soft ‘o’ above them as well. And Nick can feel just about every eye within ear shot on him.
The doe opened her month to say something, before closing it. Failing to think of anything to say in return to the fox. And there are tears starting to form in her eyes, despite every effort she was making not too cry.
Nick sighed softly. “Listen, Judy, I know why you’re fussing about it.” Nick started softly, reaching out for her paw, thankful she’s not pulling or running away from him yet. “And I really find it endearing, and another reason to love you all together. But trust me on this okay. That’s all I’m trying to say.”
“I know,” Judy breathed out with a weak smile. “it’s just…
She still pulled away and scurried off into the bathroom, and very feeling od eyes turned into a sharp burning glare. Nick signed, and walked back to his desk without a doughnut. He collected his work and headed towards the conference room to complete it.
Judy and him needed space before they started talking about the issue again.
AN: Whoa, hey, sorry I didn’t not ended for that to turn into angst but it did. Don’t worry they make up, and Nick stays on his new diet somewhat. But yeah…I don’t know.