Callumlore🍏🍎

My name is literally Callum and I am Callum from Tdp btw

[langdon-mel]

There are a few scenes of Mel asking people where Langdon is but have there been any scenes of him asking where SHE is. No and you wanna know why? Because he is constantly stalking her throughout the department enough to always know where she is

[rosenfinchzz]

I forgot to post this drawing :)

[melsglasses]

kingdon as ophelia and hamlet doodle this afternoon

[drmelbows]

anyways bratty mel forever

[drmelbows]

he doesn't give a fuckkkk!!!

[nervousgazes]

does anyone understand what i mean when i say that when i look at frank langdon’s face all I think about is how his face looks like it belongs to mel. like that’s hers. does that make SENSE. his face looks like a man face. it also looks like it belongs to mel king. ? Yes

[kodwrites]

Day 23: Milestone

@kingdonmicrofic | 500 words | Rated G | Read on ao3 | Previous installments here

August 24, 2031 (21 weeks)

Mel leaned back against the pillows, mindlessly running her hand over her belly as she waited for Frank to join her in bed. Though she’d had a lovely time on their babymoon, swashbuckling their way through the Ren Faire, she was glad to be home.

She couldn’t believe she’d already passed the halfway point in her pregnancy. The anatomy scan was one of the milestones she most worried about, terrified of a negative outcome.

Now, there were more to come. Week 24, early viability. Week 28, the third trimester begins. Week 37, early term. And that was just baby’s milestones. Mel had her own to look forward to.

She was finally showing, switching to maternity scrubs any day now. Frank’s mom was already hard at work planning the baby shower. Mel would decide soon how long to keep working before starting maternity leave. Once she hits the third trimester, she’ll no longer be scheduled for doubles and will have limited night shifts.

She also knows that the third trimester is when she’ll start wanting time to move faster, ready for it to be over. She’ll ache all over—back pain, hip pain, even more breast soreness. Swollen feet and ankles she won’t even be able to see due to her bump. Sleeping will only get more difficult. She’ll worry she forgot something, that she won’t be good at this, that something will go wrong at the eleventh hour.

But it’ll all be worth it. Everything that got them here was worth it. Everything to come will be worth it too. Because pretty soon, she’ll hold their child in her arms and know she would do it all again a thousand times over.

At least, that’s what she hopes for.

Frank slid into bed beside her, bringing Mel back to the present. She snuggled into his side, hand cupping her belly as he gently tilted her chin upwards for a kiss, nuzzling his nose against hers.

“This weekend was amazing, Mel. I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”

“I did, it was perf—oh!”

She froze, holding her hand firmly against her belly.

“What? What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

“I think I just felt the baby move.”

She grabbed Frank’s hand, pressing it to her belly.

“I started feeling something a few weeks ago. Like a…swish? Or bubbles? But I wasn’t sure if it was the baby or something else…” She trailed off, hoping they’d feel it again.

A beat later, there it was. A flutter. Maybe a kick. Definitely stronger than anything she’d felt so far.

Mel gasped. She looked up, Frank’s awed expression mirroring her own.

“Oh my god. Oh my god,” Mel whispered.

Frank shimmied downward on the bed, grinning widely.

“Hi baby, it’s Daddy. Thank you for saying hi. We can’t wait to meet you,” Frank whispered, kissing her belly. Mel ran her other hand through his hair, savoring this absolutely perfect moment.

Of all the milestones so far, this was Mel’s favorite one yet.

[frankhardyisathirsttrap]

@ Abby Langdon

[callumlore]

I thought about a stupid The guy who didn’t like musicals Pitt au but it’s non romantic whitsantos as Emma and Paul.

just thought it was funny. Just thinking about Santos walking into work and they are singing la da Dee da day idk man

[cryingondowntime]

learning now to do digital art. i love a man who's down soooo bad he's just sick

[tackycardiaa]

pball: langdon is very happily married!

my big bicep brother in christ, you did not smile ONCE talking about abby all of season 2, even when you claim she stayed

[rosenfinchzz]

I just love to draw her ✨

[callumlore]

man ppl on TikTok are so mean about kingdon like calm down it’s gonna be okay

[rosenfinchzz]

Pool day ☀️

[audreyvoilax]

You believe, I believe too

That you are the river of light who I love

—

The King-Langdons

[musing-and-music]

Lounge

Day 21 of @kingdonmicrofic, focused on Melpreg Summer!

31 days for 31 weeks of Mel’s pregnancy, from the moment she discovers her pregnancy, to the birth of her baby

Rating T | 384 words | Pregnancy, Non-Chronological, Each week of pregnancy will be announced at the beginning of the chapter, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Married Melissa “Mel” King/Frank Langdon | Kingdon

No warning

37 weeks into her pregnancy, Mel is tired and frustrated, but Frank takes care of her

Read on AO3

🛋️🍵💆🏼‍♀️

Week 37

In the earlier days of her pregnancy, Mel had known what it was to lounge, laying on her bed, the couch, or a deck chair in the garden, her feet raised, while her husband took care of her every need.

Right now, 37 weeks pregnant and in the same position, she didn’t quite feel like lounging. Her feet felt too big, her belly was on the way for everything, her back was killing her—she understood Frank well right now—her tits were painful, and she was tired, despite doing barely anything all day, because Frank wouldn’t let her life a finger. It was endearing, but sometimes very frustrating.

“Mel, can I do something else for you?” Frank asked from the kitchen.

“Besides the infusion, I just want you to come here and stop fussing. I’m jealous of your mobility, and I don’t want you to flaunt it to my face when I feel like a walrus.”

Frank appeared in the doorway, a steaming mug in his hand and a smirk on his face. “You sound like these old people who don’t like when teenagers run next to them,” he teased. “And you wouldn’t be a walrus, but a cute seal.” Mel rolled her eyes. “I swear! You could be a selkie, and I’d try to charm you, but never steal your skin. I respect and love you too much for that.”

“Thanks. Now, come here,” Mel replied, folding her legs to make some room for him.

Frank handed her the mug, the calming perfume of chamomile and linden gracing her nostrils, and sat on the couch. He gathered her legs on his lap, then began to massage one of her feet. He was too light at first, making her laugh and squirm, before he insisted more, pulling delighted sighs from her. He focused on her heel and ankle, on her sole, then her toes, each push into her flesh draining a little pain from her, making her melt in to the couch.

When he finished the first foot and took the other, she felt tingles run up to her ankle, and she prepared for the delight of a second massage, admiring Frank’s face and enjoying his skilled hands.

She blew on her infusion, more relaxed than ten minutes before.

Well, that was lounging.

[keystothekingdon]

Stargazing 314/314, melpreg, rated G @kingdonmicrofic

“Do you think she’ll like it?” Mel whispers.

Frank turns to her with a soft smile. Glow in the dark stars stuck to the ceiling are a pretty safe choice of decor, in his humble opinion. “How could she not? Seriously, who doesn’t like stargazing from the comfort of their own home?”

Mel sighs and lifts her head to glance around the nursery. They’re laying side by side on the soft rug in the middle of the room. “What if she doesn’t like the color of the walls? Or she likes sea creatures instead of—”

“Then we’ll change it,” he soothes. “She’ll tell us what she likes, and we’ll listen, like good parents. Right?”

“Within reason.” Mel settles back down. “I’m just nervous. Excited, but nervous. I can’t wait to find out what she’s like.”

“She’s gonna love you,” Frank muses. He shifts to speak directly to Mel’s belly. “You’re such a lucky girl, having Mel as your mom. She’s the best.”

“Frank,” Mel whines, “you’re gonna make me cry!”

“What? It’s the truth!” Mel deserved to hear kind words all the time.

Mel covers her face with her hands, overwhelmed. “You’re the best too. I wouldn’t wanna do this with anyone else.” It certainly wasn’t an easy decision to have a baby when their lives could only be described as chaotic. But Mel trusted Frank. He’d always take care of her, of their family.

Frank, for his part, actively fantasized about how fast he’ll get up when the baby cries. Mel’s gonna be the most well-rested new mom in history, mark his words.

He stares up at the ceiling again. He had stars like this in his childhood bedroom and the nostalgia aches as much as it comforts him.

It’s a great big wide world out there, but there’s nothing for their daughter to fear when she’s safe, warm, and loved at home.