Paw patrol one shot (16+)

Title: Paw Patrol: Heart of the Storm

The sun shone brightly over Adventure Bay, and the Paw Patrol pups were gathered at the Lookout, sharing stories and laughter after a successful day of rescuing the townsfolk. But amidst the celebration, an undercurrent of rivalry simmered between two of the pups: Chase and Rocky. Both were head over paws in love with Skye, their spirited and intelligent teammate.
Chase, the ever-dedicated German Shepherd, had always admired Skye from afar, while Rocky, the resourceful recycling pup, had already plotted his next move to win her over. He was set on getting her attention, even if it meant stepping on Chase's toes.
"Hey Skye," Rocky called, flashing a mischievous grin. "What do you think about going on a mission together? Just the two of us?"
Skye looked confused, glancing at Chase who stood nearby, his ears perked up. "I don't know, Rocky. I was thinking of working with Chase today... like always."
"Aw, come on!" Rocky insisted, moving closer to her. "Why do you always want to be with him?" He cast a glance at Chase, who clenched his jaw, sensing the tension rising.
"Because he's dependable, and he looks out for me," she replied, her eyes narrowing at Rocky's tone.
With a smirk, Rocky decided to turn the heat up. "Sure, but admit it—aren't you just a little curious to see what a real adventure would be like?" Before Skye could respond, Rocky leaned in and kissed her right in front of Chase.
Skye immediately recoiled, her face blushing with discomfort as she looked at Chase, who felt a rush of anger mixed with pain at the sight. "Rocky! What are you doing?" she exclaimed.
The moment shattered, and Chase's protective instincts kicked in. "Rocky, you just crossed a line!" he barked, stepping forward, anger burning in his chest.
But Rocky only shrugged, tauntingly. "What's the matter, Chase? Jealous?"
That was all it took. Chase lunged at Rocky, fur flying as the two pups wrestled on the ground. The sound of barking and growling turned the joyous atmosphere into chaos. Ryder, alerted by the struggle, rushed to separate the two, his expression a mix of concern and disappointment.
"Enough!" Ryder shouted, stepping between them. "Chase, you're grounded for a week! No fun, no games—stay in your pup house unless there's a mission!"
Chase hung his head, his heart heavy, but he felt the adrenaline still coursing through him. "But Ryder—"
"—No more arguing! And Rocky," Ryder continued, eyeing the troublemaker coldly. "You've manipulated Skye, and that's unacceptable. You're off the team!"
Rocky's eyes widened in disbelief, but Ryder was already turning his back. "And as for your actions... you're being neutered, effective immediately."
In his fury and desperation, Rocky stormed off, shouting, "This isn't fair! I won't have puppies anymore! Chase gets a week, and I'm out of the team forever!" He left amidst the echoes of a town that had turned against him, his actions having caused more harm than he'd anticipated.
A week passed, and with the weight of his punishment on his shoulders, Chase spent his days in solitude, his thoughts consumed with Skye. But finally, Ryder approached him, a smile breaking through. "Chase, you're ungrounded early."
Chase's heart raced. "Really?"
"Really," Ryder nodded. "Just remember what happened last time."
As he rushed to find Skye, he felt hopeful. She was flying loops above the Lookout, her joyful spirit lighting up the skies. When he caught up with her, he took a deep breath. "Skye, can we talk?"
She landed gracefully, her eyes meeting his, filled with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. "Of course, Chase."
"About what happened... with Rocky. I was trying to protect you," he said, his voice firm but gentle. "I really care about you, Skye. I want to know if... if you would be my girlfriend?"
Skye's face lit up, and a warmth flooded her cheeks. "Chase, I would love that. You stood up for me, and I respect that more than anything." Without hesitating, she leaned in and kissed him softly.
The world fell silent, as if time itself paused to cherish the moment. When they broke apart, their friends erupted in cheers across the Lookout. Even Ryder smiled, acknowledging the bond between the two pups.
In the following days, Rocky found himself on the wrong side of the law—charged and convicted of indecent assault and battery. The town was done with his manipulations and deceit. Chase stood tall and resolute, performing his duty as law enforcement, even though he had only been defending what was right.
Rocky, now facing five years and three months in the pound, grumbled about the unfairness of his situation, even as he accepted his fate.
Meanwhile, Chase and Skye thrived within the support of their team. They had been through the storm, but now, together, they stood under the shine of a new day—ready for any adventure that came their way.
And though memories of conflict lingered, the bonds forged in adversity proved stronger than ever. The Paw Patrol was back on track, united and stronger, ever ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.