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  • Love Is Magenta (A.K.A. Humdinger's Love Spell) by hbookman59
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    "A town is like a garden, Tracker. That's what we've been taught as the Paw Patrol and as citizens of Adventure Bay. People are flowers. Buildings are crops. We take care of the garden to keep it thriving. Knowing this, I want you to promise me something." "What's that, Marshall?" "Promise me that you'll keep Carlos thriving and that you'll keep on being the reason he gets up in the morning. Regardless of how he feels. Don't give up on him." "I promise. I promise with all my heart. I'm his pup no matter what." "That's right. Don't give up on him if he's mad cause Ryder didn't give up on me. And even though I was confused, I didn't give up on him either. Carlos won't give up on you. Do you believe me?" "Yes." "A town is like a garden. I hope you don't forget that. Please, don't forget." Said Marshall, looking at his younger brother, meaningfully. "That's another promise I'm willing to make." Said Tracker with a smile. There is the sane and there is the insane. Maybe that's all there can be. Unless you're Gabriel Humdinger, who is considered to be neither since his sole purpose is to break the peaceful atmosphere of a town and replace it with divison: that of who is still sane and who isn't. He puts the Paw Patrol and other townfolk under a love spell to distract them while he enjoys a nice day in Adventure Bay without getting caught. COMPLETE (I do not ship anyone from the show, this was just for fun, although it will mainly center on Ryder×Marshall) This is NOT part of my book series
  • The Two Of Us (will be continued) by hbookman59
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    They say life's like an obstacle course. That we're like pawns in a game. That we each have a purpose to survive for. To play for. And you either beat your opponent or you don't. But I think we're stuck in between. Not winning, not losing. Just waiting. Waiting to see where our perseverance takes us, along with fate. Somnambulism is sinister. But my love for you makes it weak. (Still working on this one!)