marigoldofthevalley
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- Malcolm in the Middle (1)
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If there are angels singing, he hopes they are singing about them.
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- Part 7 of pluto’s cold, but it’s home
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They forgive a lot of things. Eating the last pizza slice, stealing the remote, leaving dirty socks on the coffee table, but there is one rule that should always been followed, one that has grave consequences if broken. Never touch Dream's hoodie.
Too bad Tommy didn't know that.
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- Part 6 of pluto’s cold, but it’s home
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to make room for the sea by marigoldofthevalley for lllilyofthevallyyy
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02 Jan 2026
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He burned the land just to make room for the sea, and called it love. Drowned the past gently, and called it love. Waited for the tide to decide them, and called it love. Love, built when the ground wouldn’t hold them.
Or: Madness, held gently.
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- Part 5 of pluto’s cold, but it’s home
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drive your plow over the bones of the dead by marigoldofthevalley
Fandoms: Malcolm in the Middle
17 Dec 2025
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The world is made of small sounds we only notice when they go wrong. Reese has been hearing odd breathing for ages, the cause of those sounds was unexpected.
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- Part 1 of farthest from the sun, still mine
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He is not a night owl. Nor an evening hummingbird. He is, instead, an overworked city pigeon, drab, determined, trudging through the same weary circuit with that has unfortunately outlived empires.
That is, until he moves in with Wilbur.
Or: 1.7K words of pure, unashamed softness with our favorite idiots, hopelessly and gloriously in love - because winter is settling in with cold teeth and long shadows, and honestly, one needs every scrap of warmth one can get.
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- Part 4 of pluto’s cold, but it’s home
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He can almost taste it: the copper-sweet rush, the warmth sliding down his throat, the fire filling his hollow veins. It would be bliss, rapture, release. And yet—he cannot. He cannot bring himself to sink his canines into that vein, cannot bear the thought of breaching Tommy’s bloodstream and stealing the very rhythm of his life.
Wilbur sighs gently, the sound barely more than a whisper, and lowers his face until his nose brushes against the warmth of Tommy’s cheek. The boy’s skin is soft beneath him, still carrying the faint, sun-warmed scent of the day, and Wilbur allows himself the indulgence of nuzzling closer.
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Tommy is a witch, and Wilbur is a demon. Demons eat witches, but Wilbur can't bring himself to bite down. How could he even dare to try?
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- Part 1 of Hold Me
Bookmarked by marigoldofthevalley
11 Nov 2025
Bookmarker's Notes
THIS IS CINEMATIC AND INCREDIBLE AND IT'S GOT MY NAME ON IT? DREAMS DO COME TRUE.