Paw patrol one shots

Tracker X Zuma

Who knew this was a ship?! OML, this chapter is too cute for me like... agh!! ❤️

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Werewolf/Omegaverse AU

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While the other two couples were doing god knows what, a certain Beta was looking all over for his mate. He'd only seen the omega a few moments ago - how did he not see where he went?

After checking their room, the kitchen and the bathroom, Tracker was on his way to the pool room when he heard a noise from a small area covered by a curtain. Everyone referred to it as 'The Nook'. He smiled slightly and pulled back the material, revealing Zuma, in one of Tracker's t-shirts that hung loosely on his frame, with piles of blankets, pillows and even a few of Tracker's sweaters that he thought went missing.

"What're you doing Love?" Tracker asked, sitting on the edge of the area.

"Nest." Zuma gave a shy crooked smile as his mate laughed. The darker haired boy crawled over and rubbed his head on Tracker's shoulder, earning attention in the form of his Spanish mate petting him and rubbing his back.

"The pups aren't due for a few weeks baby." He said, watching as Zuma lay down and gently pulled his mate down with him. The two got comfortable, Tracker laying back with Zuma resting his head on his chest while he moved their hands down to his stomach where a bump had formed, feeling their children kick a little.

"It's so weird to think that your pups are in there." The omega mumbled.

"Our pups." Tracker corrected him gently. Zuma gave no response, only purrs as he slowly drifted off to sleep, listening to Tracker's heartbeat. The dominant of the two sighed and carefully scooped up his mate, carrying him back into their room and settling him in bed. He placed a kiss on his knuckles and one on his stomach before shutting off the light and closing the door.

Deciding he needed a bit of a break, Tracker headed to the games room where he was greeted by Rocky and Sweetie, two other betas.

"Hey guys." He nodded, catching the grey haired boy off guard so he slipped and fell onto the pool table.

"Ow! Hi Tracker." He said, glaring at Sweetie as she laughed a little.

"How's Zuma?" The female asked.

"Already claimed the nook as his nest." Tracker chuckled. "Cutest thing I've ever seen."

At the mention of this, Zuma came into the room and sat on the sofa beside his mate but not touching him.

"What's wrong? I thought you were asleep?" Tracker moved closer but Zuma shifted away. "Zum?"

"What's wrong?" Rocky asked, sensing that he wasn't going to talk to Tracker anytime soon.

"His offspring are kicking the shit outta me!" The omega whined, glaring at his lover while the remaining betas laughed.

"Our offspring love, ours." Tracker sighed and shook his head.

"They're yours when they're annoying me." Zuma growled before clutching his stomach and cursing in pain.

"You sure that was just a kick?" Sweetie asked cautiously.

"I-I think so... Ow you motherfricker!" The brunette whined, screwing his eyes shut, fighting back tears of pain. "Oh god." He groaned.

"What?" Tracker edged closer to his pained mate who gave him a look of fear mixed with excitement.