[langdonmels]

I'll Find You (Complete!)

Mel offers her spare room to Frank after he’s served with divorce papers. When she refuses financial payment, they come up with another—mutually beneficial—arrangement. 

Or, the roomies free use fic.

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[smolfangirl]

July 21st: Lounge

For @kingdonmacrofic | words: 822 | tags: House of Many Ways AU, hints at loss of virginity if you squint

For @h0mespun, I hope this cheers you up a little ✨

It’s the cat’s fault. On his endless hunt for cuddles, Theo bonks Mel’s legs in the doorway. She stumbles, steps to the right, backwards, then forward into an unfamiliar room.

Great. This again.

Sunlight streams through huge windows past towering shelves bursting with books, tinctures and powders. Dried herbs dangle from the ceiling, high above the same chaos she’s been fighting in every room. Theo trots over it all towards an ornated deep blue wooden desk in the middle of the room and lounges in a sun patch.

Behind the desk, the most gorgeous man she’s ever seen looks up from a thick book. The laundry basket in her arms drops to the floor. A smile blossoms on the man’s lush lips all the way to bright blue eyes. Is that color magic? Or is it born from real, unbelievable luck?

“Oh, hi, sweetheart!”

Dark strands fall into his face. A fresh bruise peeks out under the collar of his shirt in the same lilac shade as her favorite dress.

The man frowns. “Are you okay? You look pale. Is it because of last night? You… you don’t regret it, right?”

Mel clears her throat. “I’m sorry, do I know you?”

“What? Oh my god. This is the first time you met me?”

Mel fumbles with the tip of her braid, cheeks burning hot. “I’ve only been here for three days. Um, everyone calls me Mel.”

His smile unfolds in a softer curve this time. “I know. You call me Frank.”

She curtsies. “Good morning, Frank. What did we do last night?”

His stare flees from her for the first time as a hint of red sprawls out on his cheeks. “Nothing! Well, no, not nothing, but I cannot jinx it. Time travel magic is fickle, but you know that.” She knows nothing about magic other than that her mom and Becca have it. “I would not want to accidentally change your future.”

“The house can travel through time?”

Frank steps around the desk, then leans back against it and crosses his very toned arms. What would these muscles feel like under her –

…What? Would he even let her do that?

“Sometimes, yes,” Frank explains. “Not every room and not every time, though. The house has its own will and its own magic. You can’t control it, but if it likes you, it’ll help you.”

King Michael had mentioned it was a house full of magic, but time travel? Its own will? Maybe she had agreed too hastily to housesit for the Royal Wizard after his disappearance. She would’ve found a new purpose somewhere else then, in Montalbino or Ingary perhaps.

Frank glances at the spilled shirt and stockings and robes all over the floor. “You must’ve been up on your feet for hours. You should take a break, Mel. Come, sit down.”

With a wave of his hand, a loveseat appears behind her.

“Thank you,” she replies to be polite. She spent her morning wandering from room to room to collect the laundry, nothing exhausting, not yet.

“Mel, please.”

With a little sigh, she sinks into the chair. “Oh! Like a cloud,” she gasps.

Frank smiles. He looks too young to be the Royal Wizard, but too old to be an apprentice.

“Do you live here?” Mel asks.

“Yes. But I still find new rooms, so I don’t know how much help I can offer you in navigating this house.” Suddenly, he claps his hand against his forehead. “Wait, you said you’ve been here for three days. Then you don’t know anything about magic yet.”

She shrugs. “I suppose this must be confusing to you, if you’ve met me before.”

He nods without a word. His eyes wander over her body in her plain gray dress. Maybe she should’ve listened to Becca and agreed to keep a prettier, embellished dress or two. But her sister with her new husband in her new home needed them more.

“I’ve always liked the braid,” Frank says, “but you’re even prettier with your hair down.”

Her mouth drops open. No one but her family has ever seen her with her hair loose. But before she can protest or insist on an explanation, he adds, “Will you stay a little longer? I could teach you some magic.”

“But I don’t have any magic, and I need to do the laundry.”

Theo’s ears perk up. Before Mel can get up, he jumps on her lap, closes his blue eyes again and purrs himself to sleep.

Frank glares at him. “Good for him. But the little man is right, you don’t need to do the laundry. The Wizard doesn’t deserve all your kindness anyway. And trust me on this, you do have magic, some of the strongest I’ve ever seen. So, will you stay? Please?”

Well. A charming man asks her to stay with him while a soft kitty takes a nap on her lap. Of course Mel stays.

[h0mespun]

I’m getting really into my original fiction novel (more tennis romance🎾☺️) but fanfic has spoiled me with support and cheerleading and fun. Basically: writing a first draft by oneself is so lonely.

What are people doing for this? Are there any fun groups out there that would extend me an invitation? Would anyone be interested in forming a group?

[something-to-confess]

Kingdon week Ballet AU (complete)

He might be a terrible person, a complete human fuck-up and yet Mel’s kindness still extends to him, like Juliet’s love: undeserving, all-encompassing.

You’ve never let me down. 

He wants to swallow her words like a pill, have them take the edge off all the shit in his life, in this world. He wants to drink the look from her eyes that she gives him before she leaps into his arms, wants to tuck the way she never flinches away from him deep into the recess of his brain. 

How could he ever tell Mel any of it, though? That he can't remember the last time he told Abby something important and felt understood afterwards. That even without the pills he'd been enough of a disappointment to his wife that they could barely look at each other anymore. That there'd been a moment in therapy, six months ago, when Abby had admitted to feeling ‘ninety percent resentment, ten percent affection’ for him, and he'd known then that this was always going to end up somewhere like this.

He is a human disaster and a drug addict and a terrible husband. He is a creep for thinking what he does about his dance partner. Frank Langdon has no right to say anything to Mel King.

Or: Royal Ballet principal Yolanda Garcia gets injured and Frank Langdon's Romeo needs a new Juliet. Enter Mel King, a recent transfer from Pittsburgh Ballet.

Now complete! Read it here on ao3.

[penguin-purple]

for @kingdonmicrofic | July 1 | confetti (497 words)

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She would never tell Abby, of course, but by her twenty-sixth confetti cone, Mel had grown a little tired of folding. And they hadn’t even started filling them with dried petals yet. 

“Only forty more to go!” a bridesmaid chirped beside Mel. Weirdly unsettling, to Mel, being the least cheerful in the room. Not for the first time, Mel wished Frank were here to commiserate with, though she understood why he wasn’t. The bride-to-be just wasn’t a great substitute.

“I know, I know,” Abby said at Mel’s face. “You could be saving lives right now, instead of doing arts and crafts. Frank always complained about that, when I asked him for help with wedding stuff.” 

Mel suppressed the urge to defend herself, or Frank. 

“But that’s why I appreciate you being here, Melly.” Abby laid her hand on Mel’s, her petal-pink nails and three carats a sharp contrast. “I’m so glad we’re friends.” 

Mel was too, and not just because she had a hard time making friends. Abby was unlike anyone else Mel knew. Brash. Elegant. Funny. And really into biodegradable wedding decorations, this time around. 

Flattered, Mel resigned herself to more folding. 

Another quirk of Frank’s: Abby waited patiently until Mel met her eyes. (Or maybe, Frank had stolen it from Abby.)

“Seriously, Mel.” Abby said, voice low. “I’m always saying you’re the best thing Frank brought into my life. Besides my kids, of course.” 

Mel flushed again. 

“Ooh, what’s going on with Frank?” Another bridesmaid down the table asked, pitching her voice like a teenager at a sleepover. “Is he single now?”

“I actually don’t know, Megan.” Abby arched a thin brow at Mel. “Is he?” 

“Um,” Mel started, hesitant. “I think so?” 

Megan giggled and immediately whispered to the woman beside her, which to Mel felt a little disrespectful to Abby. Even if she was marrying someone else tomorrow. 

Abby hummed, looking down at her own cones now. Mel sighed. Abby’s sharp edges looked so much better than Mel’s own lumpy creases. 

“Well, he shouldn’t be,” Abby murmured, mostly to Mel. “If he won’t make a move, Mel, you have my blessing.” Abby gestured at the tables surrounding them. “If you’re waiting for me to move on, look around!” 

Mel blinked. It wasn’t like Abby, to raise her voice. 

“I just mean,” Abby continued, losing the attention of the other girls after  correcting her volume. “I want him to be happy, more than anything.” Abby nodded, seeming resolved. “I think you could help with that, Melly. Don’t worry about me.” 

Mel winced, feeling eyes on her still. This seemed important to Abby, though, so she whispered a response. 

“I get it, Abby.” She swallowed. “I do.” 

“Great!” Abby cheered, then thwacked a cone on the table. “Now let’s get this confetti finished, ladies! Waxes are at 3 p.m. SHARP!”

Mel picked up her paper and got to folding. She’d better make plans for this wedding, then. Although - she would be skipping the wax. 

[confusedmothboy]

rolling them into a joint and smoking them

[h0mespun]

KingHunt was so good but is it done already? So much build up to Frank Langdon being fantastic at oral sex and then... no oral sex?

yeah i'm sorry king hunt fam... i know i let you down here. this whole thing was about langdon thwarted at every turn. Thrice he begged to eat mel out and thrice he was refuted... i just felt like it was finished when it was finished. i guarantee that your imaginings of the notorious oral sex would be better than my recounting!

also, may be tmi but this was my first time writing sex scenes in straight male pov and idk why but it kind of squicked me out (do people still say that?) in an interesting way. being in frank's mind as he lusted after mel felt so lecherous to me, so tbh i wasn't incredibly eager to write more sex scenes.

If i did continue it, i'd probably do a pov swap for the "sex torture" alluded to in the final scene. being in mel pov would be way more fun for that anyway!

[h0mespun]

king hunt

Why were all these men from the Pitt suddenly chasing after Mel, Langdon wondered. They’d never even seen her shake her hair out of her braid after shift.

Word spreads across the Pitt that Dr. Mel King is looking for a boyfriend. Langdon throws his hat in the ring.

This fic will be updated with a new chapter daily from 6/22-6/29/26; complete on 6/29/26. Written for @kingdonweek 2026 prompt "Tropes" - the trope is Love Triangle (technically Love Pentagon).

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[h0mespun]

now complete!!! woohoo!!!!!!!!!

[h0mespun]

Pics from my hot air balloon ride in Cappadocia, Türkiye 💕

This video shows how the ground crew docked docked the basket onto their truck beds. Soooo impressive.

[something-to-confess]

“Hmpf,” Robby says, after the first run-through on Monday morning when Frank has felt like a fucking pervert for running running his hands down Mel’s soft side, over and over again, because the choreography requires it. It didn’t really help that he couldn’t sleep last night, feeling itchy and hot under the covers.

He’d tried the dancer’s version of counting sheep, blocking the ballet in his mind, going through all his steps. (His favorite for that right now is the ballroom scene where he first meets Juliet, because the blocking of the sheer number of dancers is so involved, it helps to shut up his brain.)

He was just waiting in the wings, yam-pam-pam, Prokofiev’s score playing in his mind, watching Juliet and Paris dance at the ball. (Juliet is polite, but bored. Yolanda always plays the bored part really well.)

But then, thinking of how Juliet needs to slips out of Paris' hands on the beat and turn towards Romeo, it was suddenly Mel's face that looked at him expectantly, a soft flush on her cheeks.

Yikes.

Or: Royal ballet principal Yolanda Garcia gets injured and Frank Langdon needs a new partner. Enter Mel King, a recent transfer from Pittsburgh Ballet.

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[foxspoookymulder]

𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝚘𝚠𝚋𝚘𝚢 ᥫ᭡.𓂃

@kingdonweek day 7: in the books

⤷ In which Mel and Frank star in their very own 1980's style bodice ripper

[langdonmels]

I'll Find You (1/11)

Mel offers her spare room to Frank after he’s served with divorce papers. When she refuses financial payment, they come up with another—mutually beneficial—arrangement. 

Or, the roomies free use fic.

Read on AO3.

Notes: For @h0mespun, technically for @kingdonwishlist. Only, you know, 6 months late. So now I'm saying this is for "free day" for @kingdonweek.

But also to everyone who kept encouraging me when I was really struggling with this fic (whether it was bc of motivation, life, or just that pesky goblin in my brain that kept comparing myself and my writing to others). To everyone who ever voted on a poll or left a reply. Thank you <3

To K, M, A, & E - your encouragement, beta-reading, and kicks in the ass were always appreciated. Especially the suggestion that I should post this in parts. (So blame them for that.) Love and appreciate you and can't wait to turn around and somehow crank out 31 microfics.

[divorcedfranklangdon]

Graphics and social media posts from once more for the ages, written by the immensely talented @miracle-and-wonder  Read on AO3 and see her tumblr post here

for @kingdonweek Day 6 - Fame and Glory

[miracle-and-wonder]

once more for the ages

melissa king x frank langdon | 12.7k | mature | for @kingdonweek day 6: fame and glory

(partner social media created by the incredible and talented @divorcedfranklangdon)

There was a part of him back during those days that thought he would never be in this position again. Too much of a fuck-up. Too injured. Too many things he needed to get right before he could ever dedicate the time to training, but there was one person who believed in him. One person who made sure that he could do something he loved again, and one person he knew would be waiting for him at the finish line this time. or: the marathon fic

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[kmsk8r]

same old someone that i knew

mel king/frank langdon | 20k | teen | for @kingdonweek day 7: free choice

What Mel wants, if she’s honest, is very simple: to not be on the floor, to be close to Dr. Langdon again, and to be as far away from a lawsuit as possible. Preferably in some distant future where all of these problems are ancient history, and she no longer has an aching feeling when she remembers them. Or; Mel hits her head and wakes up in the future, a little too close to her wish.

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[alissa3000]

i saw a hc once that before the phm mission grace was a fanfic author on ao3 and i think the concept of his ao3 curse being sent into space forever to be so funny

[orbis-alius]

"Hey guys, sorry for not updating. I know it's been a couple of decades, but my new boss drugged me and launched me into space, things that happen when you accidentally become important at work. My alien bestie finally managed to connect me to Earth's internet, so here's a new chapter. P.S.: I hope you've got the sun back ☀️"

[h0mespun]

hints and allegations

@kingdonweek 06/27/2026 day 6: numbers | words: 16,436 | rating: G | chapters: 1/1

Five times that Mel is mistaken for Frank’s wife, and the one time that they come to an agreement.

Our consortium (@holywaterhangover, @musing-and-music, @purplebutterflyglasses, @khrogerswrites, @penguin-purple, @something-to-confess and myself @h0mespun) cordially invites you to read hints and allegations, written in response to these tumblr polls from forever ago.

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