AN: And we have returned to Puppy Love Moments. Yes, another series of romance one shots of various parings that I can see working in the Paw Patrol Fandom (Not all of them mind you). Things are going to be a bit different this time as we have more parings to put in (And yes one Rubble one for all you Rubble fans), plus a few different kind of twists, but more on those in the future.

Due to the voting from the last one, our first story will be a Chase x Zuma one shots.

Now I would like to say something, none of these fics are continuations from the previous Puppy Love Moments. Meaning they are all new stories.

Well, let's get started. Remember to vote for the next one: Chase x Rocky, Skye x Everest, Marshall x Zuma

Disclaimer: I don't own Paw Patrol

The moment Zuma saw his owner, drunk out of his mind, and holding beer bottle in one hand and sick grin in the other, he knew he was going to die. It had been this way since he was adopted by this monster two years ago in an effort to win over his son; who had chosen in the end to stay with his mom during the divorce procedure. Since then, he had been taken his rage on Zuma. It was usually the newspaper, sometimes his fists, or even a heel or two. But Zuma knew one day it would get worse and worse until there was a point of no return.

At this point, Zuma welcomed death. He barely had anything to eat, he slept in a cold basement, and was denied access to the outside for bathroom breaks. He tried to remember his mother and all his siblings at the pet store. They were so happy for him to get a human since all humans seemed to be kind.

God must have been cruel that day this monster adopted him.

The first blow from the bottle nearly broke Zuma's jaw. The second nearly sent him to unconsciousness. The third blow was raised and Zuma closed his eyes, waiting for the end.

That was when the door was slammed open and shouts of police were heard along with barking. "Paw Patrol! Get down on the ground and step away from the pup!"

Zuma froze but didn't dare open his eyes, he heard struggling, sounds of biting and fighting, but then a large scream that sounded from his owner before silence. He didn't dare move, or even breathe, he just laid there on the ground in terror until he felt something nuzzle him. Something that he hadn't felt in a longtime.

A muzzle. A pup's muzzle.

"Come on, don't be dead. Please don't be dead," whispered the pup with such kindness and worry that Zuma almost forgot what it was like. He slowly opened his eyes and saw his savior, a german shepherd just a bit older then him wearing a police officer's uniform.

The officer pup smile in relief before talking to his light up pup tag. "Ryder, sir! The pup's okay. Looks to be a Labrador. Send medical help at once!"

"Got it, Chase! What about the owner?" said a voice from the tag.

Chase narrowed his eyes and turned around. Zuma decided to see what it was and nearly wet himself before crying tears of relief. Dead. His owner was dead. A knife was in his hand, obviously as a weapon, and his neck was torn open.

"I had no choice, sir. He was wielding a deadly weapon," said Chase with firmness but a hint of regret.

"Alright, Chase. I'll let the other officers know when they arrive. I'm coming in."

The police officer then turned his attention to Zuma and gently nuzzled him again. Zuma cooed at the warm feeling and wished it would never end. It was all that was distracting him from the pain in his body.

"It's okay. My owner will be here to take care of you, everything is going to be okay…" whispered the pup.

For the first time, in a long time, Zuma gave a smile before he passed out.

And then he woke up in his room. Zuma yawned and stretched his teenage dog body before getting up and licking some left over water in his water bowl. Wonder why I had that dream? It's been years since that day.

The pup licked his lips clean before heading over to his computer, colored orange with his pup tag logo, and activated it with a few simple barks and commands. He still found it awesome that Ryder gave all the members of the team their own rooms in the Lookout. Personally, Zuma missed the old puphouses that were now only used to drive their vehicles for missions, but he couldn't help but dig his new sweet rad. He had styled it orange, naturally, with some of his surfing gear and trophies from previous contests. There were also photos of his family, who kept in contact especially after that incident with his previous owner, and his best friends and Ryder. The one owner who regained his faith in humanity.

After checking his emails and updating his status, he shut off the computer and headed to a photo of his mother, which had a candle lit in front of it. "Hey, Mom. Hope things are good up there. Not much to do today, but I'll let you know if anything happens." A tear dripped from his eyes. Even if it had been a year, losing his mother had been hard on him. He and his siblings had already made plans to visit her grave this year, and he was hoping his friends would join him too. They were family to him just as much as his blood relatives were.

Exiting the room, he kept heading down the hall where he spotted Rubble listening to music on his bed, and Marshall practicing his Pup-Fu in his own room. It seemed like a quiet day today, no adventures or rescues or anything.

"Hey, Zuma."

"Gah!" shouted the water dog as he jumped up and turned around before blushing. "H-hey, Chase."

Chase, the second tallest of the group next to Marshall, yet also the bulkiest, snickered at Zuma's reaction before joining him in their walk to the elevator. Pressing the down button, the two sat down and waited as Zuma nervously glanced at Chase who was calmly looking outside.

"So, I'm off to visit a friend. What are your plans today?" asked the officer dog, scratching his ear.

"N-nothing much, just chilling," said Zuma, pawing the floor.

"You okay? You smell a bit worried," said Chase with concern.

Zuma cursed his super nose under his breath. How Chase could smell emotions of all things was anyone's guess. "I had… that dweam again… first time in years really."

He straightened up when he felt Chase nuzzle him. Just like all those years ago, he never ever ever forgot this feeling. It made him warm inside, like butter melted to the right temperature. His heart pounded to the point where it hurt his ribcage. He could feel Chase's breath on him, and it made him want to taste it.

"Do you want to talk about it?" asked Chase, concerned.

Zuma faked a laugh and nervously answered, "N-no way, dude. It was years ago. It's not like I'm a pup anymore asking if I can sleep with you or Wyder because I had a bad dweam. I'm good. Sewiously, I'm good."

Chase didn't look convinced but he wasn't going to press the issue as the elevator landed on the bottom floor. "Well, if you're sure. But remember to always come to me if you need anything, Zuma. You're one of my best friends."

"… and you're mind, Chase," said Zuma with a warm smile. As he watched him walk away, the lab sighed. "Although I wish we were more."

"I don't see why you don't tell him already, Zuma," said Rocky as he and his buddy laid against a tree, watching the ocean from their hill on the Lookout. "You've been crushing on him since we were pups, just tell him."

"Easy for you to say," muttered Zuma with a heavy sigh. "You have a girlfwiend…"

"Layla and I are different. We only got to see each other every time I went to the Puptacular," said Rocky, shaking his head. "Sure, we have an online relationship, but I'd kill for her to be with me all the time like Chase is with you."

"But Wocky, what if he doesn't like me? What if he thinks I'm weird or hates me?" whispered Zuma, whimpering. Rejection or even outright disgust from Chase would make him rather take a thousand blows from his previous owner.

"You don't know," said Rocky, shaking his head. "Look, Chase had that crush on Skye, then it changed to Marshall, then Everest, and even at a time with me. He needs someone in his life just as much as you need him." He placed his paw on Zuma's shoulder and smiled. "Trust me, this is best for both of you. He's always been there for you, maybe it's time you were for him?"

Zuma couldn't deny that. Chase had been there for everything in Zuma's life. Saving him from his old owner, his recovery, helping him find faith in humans again, training as a member of Paw Patrol, reuniting with his family, his mother's death. All of those Chase had been the forefront of comfort in Zuma's life.

"Alwight, I'll tell him…" said Zuma with a smile. "When he gets back I'll tell him."

It had been five hours and Chase still hadn't come back. He hadn't reported in either. This was making the dogs, and Ryder, worried. Chase was always a by the book dog and he always reported in every hour or so. The last time they heard from him was three hours ago.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," said Skye, looking out the window, trying to watch for her friend. "He's never this late."

"Maybe he got caught up in an emergency?" asked Rocky, trying to stay positive.

"And not call for us? Chase knows the rules, you never do an emergency on your own," said Marshall, shaking his head. "I'm with Skye, something is wrong."

The dogs all were waiting for Ryder down at the living room as he tried calling for Chase over and over again on their communicators. Finally, he came down and shook his head. "It's no good, I can't get him."

The dogs all whimpered, Zuma the loudest. "What do we don, Wyder?"

"Let's all split up and search for him. Report if you find anything, okay?" asked Ryder.

"Roger Ryder!" shouted the team before they all howled and rushed for their doghouses outside.

It took Zuma three hours of searching before he started to grow even more worried. Night was here and they hadn't found a single trace of Chase. Was he kidnapped? Hurt? Dying? Did he run away?

Zuma had to fight hard to keep every negative possibility from overwhelming his mind as he continue to drive his hovercraft into the river. The only clues they had were possible directions from witnesses who saw Chase earlier that day, all of them pointed in multiple areas but only one thing was clear.

Chase looked worried for some reason.

This only made Zuma even more worried as he continued the search, but froze upon hearing a couple of howls. Wolf howls. This made Zuma even more nervous. Wolves and dogs didn't normally get along despite their ancestral roots. Dog saw the wolves as savages while the wolves saw dogs as slaves to their human masters.

Personally, Zuma didn't care about such things.

That was until he heard a familiar howl. A howl that made his heart leap. It was Chase's howl. A howl of mourning.

Zuma didn't even bother addressing Ryder, he just turned his vehicle onto dry land and rode it all the way to a clearing. HE gasped at what he saw. A dead wolf, female by the looks of it, was curled up on a stump with flowers arranged around her. Chase was there, just as shocked, with a litter of what had to be wolf pups hiding behind him in terror. Zuma, not sure what to do, and feeling bad for scaring the pups, turned his engine off and hopped out.

He bowed to the body of the dead wolf mother, showing respect, before walking slowly over to Chase who looked nervous. "H-hey…"

"Hey," said Zuma.

There was a deep silence between the two.

"Mr. Chase… who is he?" asked one of the pups, poking his head out.

"Oh, he's one of my friends of Paw Patrol. This is Zuma," said Chase with a soft smile.

One of the pups, a female, rushed out and wagged her tail with a bark. "Hi, Mr. Zuma! I'm Coldpaw! I've always wanted to learn how to swim! Can you teach me?! Mr. Chase says you're the best swimmer ever!"

"Coldpaw!" shouted the oldest looking of the bunch. "We are at mother's funeral vigil! Behave yourself!"

"S-sorry, Thunderbark," muttered Coldpaw in shame as tears dripped from her eyes as she stared at her mother. "I'm sorry Mr. Zuma… we're… we're mourning our mommy."

Zuma, who knew what that was like, decided to reach out and nuzzle the wolf cub who froze up at first but relaxed upon feeling his warmth. "It's okay… I lost my mother too wecently… I know what it's like…"

"He talks funny," whispered one pup.

"Shush, don't be rude," said the oldest.

Chase coughed into this paw and said, "Pups, I need to talk to Zuma alone. Why don't you continue to vigil with your mother."

The pups nodded and inched closer to the trunk, their cheeks covered with the tears of their loss. Chase guided Zuma to a far end of the clearing before stopping.

With a sigh, he said, "I know you have ques-"

"To hell with that!" growled Zuma, getting up in his face. "Do you know how worried I've been?! That we've been?! We thought the worst! I thought something happened to you and if it did I just… I just…" tears began to leak from his eyes as he tried to wipe them away, but Chase licked them off making him blush. "Stop doing that…"

"Doing what?" asked Chase.

"… making me still love you when I should be angry at you," confessed Zuma, sighing.

Chase's response was a kiss on the check. Zuma slowly looked him in the eyes that spoke of only one thing. Love.

He dived on him, lips against lips. Their tongues battling for control as both dogs held each other, tears in their eyes as they continued to kiss. What should have been a sad moment due to a death had turned into a happy one because of an embrace of love. The two soon realized this and stop, but their blush remained the same.

"How long?" asked Zuma.

"That I've known or felt the same?" asked Chase, with a smile. "For the former, just the past year. For the latter, to be honest I've maybe felt the same since we met. I just didn't realize how much you were to me until recently."

"…. I love you."

"And I love you."

Zuma nodded and smiled before turning to the wolf pups. "Who are they?"

"… pups of a mother who I knew for long time," said Chase with a sad sigh. "Little Hootie and I found her one day and we became friends. She got pregnant from some dominating wolf, and no he didn't care about her and left. I helped her give birth to them… they… they kinda are like my children."

"How did she die?" asked Zuma.

"She ate poisoned a plant by accident. I didn't know about it until I came to visit. I saw with her in her final moments," whispered Chase as he wiped a tear from his eye. "She begged me to watch over them… I said I agreed but I don't know how Ryder will take raising a bunch of wolf pups."

"… we'll do it together," said Zuma as he held his paw and smiled at him. "I won't let those pups live alone in these woods. Ryder will take them in or he'll have both our resignations…"

"I don't think we have to go that far," chuckled Chase.

"No, but it would get our point across," said Zuma with a smirk before he and Chase went towards the pups.

It took a lot of convincing, but Ryder agreed to let the pups stay with them under Chase and Zuma's responsibility. There were five of them, and they each found a Paw Patrol member they favored, but all of them loved Chase.

Chase and Zuma also announced them being together, which earned congratulations from everyone. At the moment, Zuma and his new boyfriend were snuggled together in Chase's room, the pups also snuggled with them. Zuma, wide awake, looked at all he had now and smiled.

Everything in his life he had gone through? Worth it for this moment.