The Pitt, Mel King/Frank Langdon, 13k, an Anne of Green Gables-inspired AU, for @manmahal. Rated G.
Slowly, gently, he reached out and ran his hand down the length of her braid, stopping at the ribbon-tied end to tug once, a firm but brief motion that had been perfected over the past year.Â
title: love me right (popstar mel AU) (2/2) **COMPLETE**
authors: disgracedprinceera and @kayleigh-rae
ship(s): mel/frank
rating: t
primary tags: alternate universe: music, popstar mel, meet-cute, flirting, divorced frank langdon, virgin mel king, grief
summary: Frank Langdon has spent the last couple years adjusting to his new normal: keeping his head down at work, being a present father, navigating co-parenting, and making sure his sobriety sticks this time around. Those are his priorities; dating doesnât even break the top ten. Or, at least thatâs what Frank thinks before she walks into the ED: Mel King. Global superstar.
notes: written for kingdonweek's "fame and glory" prompt.
For @kingdonmicrofic | words: 500 | cw: pregnancy, PHP | picture: Chris Barbalis, Unsplash
The confetti from the surprise baby shower rains down from Melâs scrubs to the passenger seat of Frankâs car. She refuses his greeting kiss and stares at the Presby sign as he drives out of the parking lot.Â
At the next traffic light, he carefully asks, âHow was your shift?âÂ
âFine. Whatever.âÂ
ââŚOkay. What happened? Did someone try and touch your bump again?â
On cue, their baby flips around and kicks her lungs. âNot really. Or just the normal amount. Itâs fine.âÂ
Frank huffs but keeps driving â until he steers into an empty spot in front of a small take-away restaurant to their right. Nausea floods through her at the grease in the air.Â
He shuts the engine off and turns to her. âWhatâs on your mind, sweetheart? You okay?âÂ
Oh, okay, that tone. As if she was weird about this. She crosses her arms. âYouâve been separated for over three years.âÂ
âMelâŚâ
No, he started this. âMy colleagues all think youâre my husband and that I just never wear my ring to work."
âSunshine, we talked about this. You know Abbyâs conditions for shared custody.â Â
Mel snorts. âAbby has no idea how recovery works. And a judge always asks the kids what they want. They love you. ...I just really wanted to be married to you before any of this,â she gestures at her heavy stomach, âand I know I forgot the pill, but itâs not fair.âÂ
âI know, baby. Iâm sorry. I canât risk losing my kids.âÂ
She cradles her bump. He sighs. âIâm almost done with my PHP. Iâll stay home, impress Abby, and then my lawyer will get everything started. Itâll look good to the judge. I know itâs hard, Mel, but weâre almost there.âÂ
Itâs well-practiced. What he never includes: that he canât wait to marry her too.Â
âIâm done talking now,â she replies and avoids his eyes for the entire way home.
He drops her off at their freshly cleaned apartment, then rides off into the sunset at Abby's house. An hour later, her phone lights up with photos from bedtime as she pulls the brand-new maternity pajamas that he bought and washed over her bump. She places her phone face-down on the nightstand, then hides from her guilt under the blankets. Later, she wakes up to the key in the door. Vivid images of Frank fucking Abby in his old home linger in her throat like acid reflux. Her tears stay trapped behind her eyelids. A few minutes later, he slips under the blanket and curls up behind her body. He leaves a kiss on her shoulder and whispers, âIâm sorry, baby. I love you. Your ring is waiting in my suit jacket, if you want to see it.âÂ
Another kiss, another guilty pang in her chest. She slows her breathing and expects him to disappear to better shores overnight. But in the golden morning hours, she wakes up with him wrapped around her like the ring heâll put on her finger eventually.
Title: Gossamer Veil â¨Fandom: The Pittâ¨Pairing: Mel King/Frank Langdonâ¨Category: F/Mâ¨Rating: Explicit â¨Summary: Mel sits up straight, holding her hands firmly in her lap. âIâll be brought in through a side entrance to the palace. You will go to greet His Majesty, as your late husband was a dear friend of his. I will be escorted by my future ladyâs maids to a room where I will be dressed for the wedding. I am not to let any man in the country see my face until His Majesty lifts the veil himself.â Or, once upon a time, a princess married the wrong man, a court physician made some hard choices, and blood was shed.â¨Word Count: 25,013â¨Warnings: Graphic Descriptions of Violence
accompanying playlist for @disgracedprinceera's and mine popstar mel verse, inspo lines are below the cut for those interested
love me right
"Enchanted" by Taylor Swift
Walls of insincerity
Shifting eyes and vacancy
Vanished when I saw your face
All I can say is it was enchanting to meet you
"Butterflies" by Kacey Musgraves
I was hiding in doubt âtil you brought me out of my chrysalis
And I came out new
All because of you
âLittle Wondersâ by Rob Thomas
And I donât mind
If itâs me you need to turn to
Weâll get by
Itâs the heart that really matters in the end
title: love me right (popstar mel AU) (1/2)
authors: disgracedprinceera and @kayleigh-rae
ship(s): mel/frank
rating: t
primary tags: alternate universe: music, popstar mel, meet-cute, flirting, divorced frank langdon, virgin mel king
summary: Frank Langdon has spent the last couple years adjusting to his new normal: keeping his head down at work, being a present father, navigating co-parenting, and making sure his sobriety sticks this time around. Those are his priorities; dating doesnât even break the top ten. Or, at least thatâs what Frank thinks before she walks into the ED: Mel King. Global superstar.
notes: written for @kingdonweek's "fame and glory" prompt.
Normally, that wouldnât mean anything to him. The evening of their divorce, Abbyâafter theyâd spent all day together with the kidsâhad sent him a playlist titled Divorced Dad Rock on Spotify along with the text: your marital status finally caught up to your music taste. Heâd laughed then, sent her a couple of emojis, blowing a kiss and a middle finger, and went back to microwaving his pitiful frozen dinner. So no, he shouldnât, by all accounts, recognize her. However, Penny has played that coffee song non-stop all summer, Tanner joining in the madness eventually.Â
By early-July, Frank gave up trying to get his kids to listen to anything else. A mere ten days later, heâd gone down the Mel King rabbit hole, first because a responsible parent should know what media his kids are consuming and then out of sheer interest. To say he felt relieved to find out she wasnât some hypersexualized 18-year-old is an understatement.Â
But the Mel King that exists in the media is completely different from the woman lying on this hospital bed. Gone are the sparkly stage costumes, pin-up hair, and make-up, and in their place: leggings, an oversized tee, braided hair, and glasses. The latter short circuits his brain a bit; he always did have a thing for them, the trend broken with Abbyâs nearly perfect vision.Â
He must be a little too hung up on the way her tortoiseshell glasses set off her hazel eyes because Princess elbows him sharply in his side, her smile tight. And great, just what he needs. Within the hour, everyone will know that he fumbled his introduction before he could even properly start.Â
title: love me right (popstar mel AU) (1/2)
authors: disgracedprinceera and @kayleigh-rae
ship(s): mel/frank
rating: t
primary tags: alternate universe: music, popstar mel, meet-cute, flirting, divorced frank langdon, virgin mel king
summary: Frank Langdon has spent the last couple years adjusting to his new normal: keeping his head down at work, being a present father, navigating co-parenting, and making sure his sobriety sticks this time around. Those are his priorities; dating doesnât even break the top ten. Or, at least thatâs what Frank thinks before she walks into the ED: Mel King. Global superstar.
notes: written for @kingdonweek's "fame and glory" prompt.
Normally, that wouldnât mean anything to him. The evening of their divorce, Abbyâafter theyâd spent all day together with the kidsâhad sent him a playlist titled Divorced Dad Rock on Spotify along with the text: your marital status finally caught up to your music taste. Heâd laughed then, sent her a couple of emojis, blowing a kiss and a middle finger, and went back to microwaving his pitiful frozen dinner. So no, he shouldnât, by all accounts, recognize her. However, Penny has played that coffee song non-stop all summer, Tanner joining in the madness eventually.Â
By early-July, Frank gave up trying to get his kids to listen to anything else. A mere ten days later, heâd gone down the Mel King rabbit hole, first because a responsible parent should know what media his kids are consuming and then out of sheer interest. To say he felt relieved to find out she wasnât some hypersexualized 18-year-old is an understatement.Â
But the Mel King that exists in the media is completely different from the woman lying on this hospital bed. Gone are the sparkly stage costumes, pin-up hair, and make-up, and in their place: leggings, an oversized tee, braided hair, and glasses. The latter short circuits his brain a bit; he always did have a thing for them, the trend broken with Abbyâs nearly perfect vision.Â
He must be a little too hung up on the way her tortoiseshell glasses set off her hazel eyes because Princess elbows him sharply in his side, her smile tight. And great, just what he needs. Within the hour, everyone will know that he fumbled his introduction before he could even properly start.Â
title: but i keep quiet (from strangers 'verse)
authors: disgracedprinceera and @kayleigh-rae
ship(s): mel/frank
rating: e (later chapter)
primary tags: canon divergence, unplanned pregnancy, discussion of abortion, infidelity, mother-daughter relationship, caregiver burnout, melmisery
summary: five times Mel almost called Frank during her pregnancy, and one time Frank almost called her after their baby's birth.
notes: written for @kingdonweek's "oops accidental pregnancy" prompt and melpreg summer. takes place in our strangers 'verse aka pittfest baby.
Beccaâs galaxy projector bathes her bedroom in soft blue light, making her visible to Melâs tired eyes. For three minutes now, sheâs stared at her sisterâs form in the center of the bed, still but for the gentle rise and fall of her chestâa far cry from Beccaâs typical restless movement. She must be exhausted then. That makes two of them.Â
Despite her bone-deep weariness, Mel stands in the doorwayâwatching, waitingâuntil the shifting, swirling blue begins to make her queasy. For Beccaâs sake, she tries to hold out, to ignore it, for as long as she can.
(Today, yes. But this isnât just about today. Those same sentiments have held true for dangerously close to a month now, and time is running short.)