from june 22nd to june 28th of 2026, we are celebrating kingdon (mel king/frank langdon) and everything we love about them, individually and together ♡
you can participate by writing fics, making gifsets, editing videos, drawing fanart, creating playlists, posting meta,... basically anything and everything you can think of as long as it centers around mel and frank, and their relationship to each other.
every day has two prompts to inspire and motivate creators. technically, the first prompt is meant to be the visual arts prompt (for gifs, videos, fanart, etc) while the second one is meant to be the fic writing prompt. however, these are just guidelines, so if you as a fic writer want to use the first set of prompts or you as a visual artist want to use the second that's totally okay!
have fun with these prompts and be creative!
🩺 june 22nd: tropes | different first meeting
🩺 june 23rd: movies | time and space
🩺 june 24th: music | it's wedding season
🩺 june 25th: shapes | hurt and comfort
🩺 june 26th: nature | oops, accidental pregnancy
🩺 june 27th: numbers | fame and glory
🩺 june 28th: in the books (or free choice)
you can use our hashtag #kingdonweek2026 to tag your creations and we'll be reblogging them all throughout the week.
if you want to, you can also add the fics you post on ao3 for this event to the collection we have created HERE. there is no requirement to do so but it would help readers find all the amazing stories shared more easily.
if you have any questions, please look at our rules and faq page. if you still have comments or suggestions send us an ask. we'll get to it as quickly as we can.
we're so excited to share this week with you one more time and to see what everyone creates.
I'm so excited for kingdon week!! It'll be my first fandom events ever! Could you clarify prompts a little?
we're so excited too!!!
first and foremost, we want to remind everyone that prompts can be taken as literally or as loosely as desired. there is no one way to do a prompt so that it counts. but we can totally explain prompts a little further and give some examples of how they could work.
reminder that the first prompt each day is meant to work better for gifmakers/artists/video editors, while the second one is meant to work better for fic writers. however, the two can be used by anyone!
🩺 june 22nd: tropes | different first meeting
here an artist could choose their favorite trope (like say, "there is just one bed") and make kingdon fanart based on it. or a gif maker can make a gifset about all the tropes that kingdon falls into. different first meeting is pretty self explanatory: your fic (or art, or video, or gifset...) has to include mel and frank meeting for the first time in a way different than the show. that can mean the work is completely in an alternate universe or just canon divergent.
🩺 june 23rd: movies | time and space
for the movies prompt we just want movies to be included in the work, doesn't matter how. maybe you can do a drawing of mel and frank watching a movie together, or a gifset with different movie quotes. time and space is a very general prompt that could be interpreted in a million ways. writing a 5+1 fic about mel and frank meeting at the grocery story would count for the prompt (as the grocery story is technically a space). drawing frank as an astronaut and mel as an alien would count (as they are literally in space). a time loop fic would count. you can get super creative with it or go with the basics.
🩺 june 24th: music | it's wedding season
maybe someone wants to draw/write frank as a rockstar for the music prompt, or maybe a gifmaker can make a set based on their favorite song of all time. maybe a video editor wants to try their hand at making a video for the kingdon wedding or maybe a writer wants to post a fic based on the movie "27 dresses."
🩺 june 25th: shapes | hurt and comfort
we know how general shapes is as a prompt and that is so anyone can do anything! include hearts in your gifset, draw mel playing the triangle, have a circle transition in your video! hurt and comfort is a more "classic" fandom prompt that we know everyone will do great with. we can't wait to see what physical or emotional peril mel and/or frank go through so they can find intimacy and vulnerability and safety in each other.
🩺 june 26th: nature | oops, accidental pregnancy
we can imagine many things counting for the nature prompt. playing with what colors to use for a gifset/edit/fanart so it contains a "natural palette" is one idea. another one could be adding beach imagery to your work in some way. and what can we say about "oops, accidental pregnancy"? we want some pregnant surprises (hehehe) for mel and frank!!!
🩺 june 27th: numbers | fame and glory
include numbers in any way into your work and you will fulfill the prompt for this day! a 5+1 (or 6+1, or 7+2...) fic counts for this challenge. a gifset describing 8 reasons to ship kingdon could for this challenge. with fame and glory we have an even wider range of options: maybe mel and/or frank are famous actors, or maybe frank goes viral on tik too, or maybe they both meet the pittsburgh penguins after an emergency. the possibilities are endless.
🩺 june 28th: in the books (or free choice)
for the last day of the week you have two options: you can either post anything you want that doesn't fit into a previous prompt or you can choose to create something that includes books somehow! this could be writing a fic based on a famous book series (i.e: the hunger games) or making a gifset that includes book imagery or drawing frank gifting mel a book.
we hope this post helps and we can't wait to see what everyone creates for kingdon week 2026 <3333
hi, i have a quick question: is it okay to post two fics for the same day/for the same prompt?
i have two fics that would both fit one of the tropes... otherwise i'd just post one of them for the free choice option.
hi!
you can absolutely post two fics for the same day and/or for the same prompt! if you want to post both on the intended day that’s awesome but it’s also totally okay to post one for the free choice day if you want to space them out. however you choose to do it it counts and we will reblog them and love them!
the official kingdon week 2026 ao3 collection has been created and you can find it HERE.
writers aren't required to add their fics to the collection in order to participate in the event, of course, but we still would love to see all the fics shared there so readers can find them more easily and so we can all have an archive to rely on.
we can't wait to read what y'all will share come june 22nd!
i am once again (i cant remember if i sent this last year too or not lol) asking if there are any alternate prompts? it's okay if not, i'm just stuck on some and figured i'd ask while we're ahead
hi, friend!
at this time there are no alternate prompts for kingdon week 2026.
we understand that not everyone might be inspired by the prompts we provide, though, and that’s why we allow a “free choice” the last day of the week. if you find yourself wanting to participate but none of your ideas fit for any other day you can post any fic you want on june 28th and it will count as part of the challenge!
but we want to remind everyone that the prompts are just guides and they’re meant to inspire, so you can follow them as strictly or as loosely as you desire. for example, you could take the prompt “tropes” and decide you’re going to write a there’s only one bed fic, or a soulmate fic, or an exes to lovers fic. technically those are all tropes so it counts! or you might decide that the prompt for “oops, accidental pregnancy” means that in your fic mel and frank treat a patient who finds out she’s pregnant from them. if you’re a gif maker, you could decide that for you the nature prompts means that you’re going to do a green gifset, even.
the possibilities are endless and we are so excited to see what everyone comes up with <3
we wanted to let everyone know that the official list of prompts for the 2026 edition of kingdon week will be posted on march 16th!
we think people will be really inspired by the prompts chosen for this edition and we know some amazing fics, gifsets, art, edits, etc, will be created and posted.
now that nsfw kingdon week is officially over i wanted to take some time to thank everyone who participated by writing fics, creating fanart, reading and commenting on other people's stories, reblogging posts,... i had so much fun and i hope y'all did too!
we hope the kingdon fandom continues creating nsfw material and engaging with it in the same amazing and exciting way.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: The Pitt (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Melissa “Mel” King/Frank Langdon
Characters: Frank Langdon, Melissa “Mel” King, Perlah (The Pitt), Princess (The Pitt), Dana Evans, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Baran Al-Hashimi, Abby Langdon, Tanner Langdon, Abby Langdon and Frank Langdon’s Second Child, Original Characters
Additional Tags: Prompt Fic, Love Languages, acts of service, Service Kink, Explicit Sexual Content, Bathing Together, Romance, Friends to Lovers, Blow Jobs, Vaginal Sex, Woman on Top, Engagement, Divorced Frank Langdon, Post-Rehab Frank Langdon, Falling In Love, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Mutual Kink
Series: Part 4 of Kingdon NSFW 2025
Summary:
Frank Langdon likes to be needed. Mel King just so happens to need an adult to care for her. When Frank is invited to Abby’s engagement party, maybe he could use someone to look after him too.
Pressing one hand to her cheek, Mel shook her head. “I know, I know. This is weird, isn’t it?”
“I wasn’t thinking that… well not exactly, anyway.” Mel got a little furrow in her brow and Frank found himself wanting to reach across the table and smooth it away with his thumb. “I guess I just want to know why you would agree.”
“Well, why did you?” Mel shot back, and that was a fair point. He hadn’t loved any of the scenarios that Abby had asked him to be a part of before, but he had done it to keep her happy. Abby’s happiness in the area of sexual satisfaction was no longer something he had to be concerned with, yet the second he’d seen Mel’s picture, he had agreed to at least entertain the idea.
“I was curious,” Frank admitted. He might as well be up front about this, at the very least, since they were going to be getting a lot more intimate if things went well here. “About you. Abby showed me your picture and I… I liked what I saw.”
Bracing herself, Mel pulls away to look at Frank clearly as she starts explaining her brief moment of fellatory hysteria. “It’s just - I was thinking about how much I love going down on you and then I was wondering if I’d like it as much with a woman and then I remembered we’re engaged now so I’ll never get to know and it’s silly, I know, because I’m so excited to marry you and I wouldn’t want anything else, I swear! But I got kind of upset, I guess, at the idea that it also means I’ll never get to go down on a woman.”
“Woah woah woah,” Frank says with a laugh. “Now who said anything about that?”
A cheeky (and late) mel x frank x garcia sequel for @kingdonweek (mirror sex). 6.3k on ao3. tags: established relationship, oral sex, mirror sex, exhibitionism, work conference trope, phone sex (sort of)
@pittkinktober | outdoor/semi public @kingdonweek (kingdon week out of order / late semi public) | NOW ON AO3
Mel knocked on the door of Frank’s hotel room, knowing he’d be asleep, some naked girl in his bed; one, two, three: no response, so she opened the door with the master key and slipped inside.
“I’m just coming in to fetch Frank,” Mel said, announcing herself as she entered, because she’d once had a girl out in Queens try to swing at her when she’d come into his suite. “In and out.”
“Uh,” the girl said.
Mel covered her eyes, even though she’d seen Frank naked a hundred times, a thousand times, it burned into the back of her retinas. She snapped her fingers. “Frank, let’s go. You’ve got Good Morning America in ninety minutes.”
“So much time,” he groaned, and Mel separated her fingers, to check that he wasn’t drunk or high, which he wasn’t. He hadn’t been for a very long time, but sometimes she worried about him, alone in these hotel rooms with strange girls he’d fuck and discard.
She’d gotten so good at guessing who he’d take home after these events: always slim, always petite, under 5’4”. He preferred blondes, but would take brunettes too, if they had that bookworm sweetness about them, a touch of Kansas farmgirl that he could sink his teeth into. The only time he’d broken this rule was in LA, where he took home a supermodel who Mel had met in the greenroom and exclaimed, “We’ve got the same glasses!”
Warby Parker, Blakely, in black.
“Dr. Langdon, do I really have to leave?” The girl asked and Mel cleared her throat.
“Yes please.” Mel said. “He’ll call you.” He wouldn’t. Not once, not ever. Except for one girl in Atlanta, who wore her hair in a braid, strawberry blonde, pale skin, mole on her shoulder. He’d gone out with her three times.
She could tell the girl hadn’t moved, because she hadn’t heard anything rustle, so she reached in her pocket and pulled out her business card. “You’re welcome to have this.” She heard the girl get up, scramble around for her clothes, and she took the card from Mel’s hand.
Melissa King, Executive Assistant - it read, along with her number, the Langdon Entertainment main line, and her email address. She got at least one brokenhearted letter weekly, subject line: what did i do wrong? Subject line: I’m pregnant (he’d had a vasectomy after Millie, so, no) Subject line: did he change his number? (no, blocked, sorry, but Mel would say it nicer than that).
“When’s the wedding?” The girl asked on the way out. Mel had learned she needed to physically escort the girls out of his room so he could get ready.
“Oh,” Mel glanced down at her hand. She wore her mom’s eternity band on her ring finger. “April.” She always said April. The perfect month to get married. The jewelers couldn’t resize the ring, not without breaking it, so she’d worn it there, the only finger where it fit. Frank bought her a matching one for Christmas that year, one for her right hand, and sometimes she’d wear that too, one on each hand. And for Valentine’s Day, he’d bought her a Spinelli Kilcolin, solid 18k gold, champagne diamonds. And for her birthday, he’d bought her two Cartier loves, different sizes, so she alternated, her right hand full of rings, and her left with just the one. He’d tried pulling her into Van Cleef and Arpels in Chicago, so she was pretty sure she was getting another band for Administrative Assistant Appreciation Day (also in April).
“I like your rings,” The girl said as Mel opened the hotel room door for her.
Mel wore five today. “Thank you.”
When the door clicked behind her, she heard Frank’s voice. “I set an alarm.”
“You weren’t answering my texts and you weren’t up,” Mel said. She’d learned not to be angry at Frank, for making her come in and fetch him. “It’s Millie’s birthday next week, and you need to pick and wrap a gift.”
Mel didn’t do that, the faux parenting. She’d drawn a big firm line, and Frank respected it. Would she order weird Japanese candies for his kids? Yes. Would she book flights back home? Yes. Would she be Frank, selecting a dress or a doll or some other trinket? No. Besides, Frank gave great gifts, thoughtful gifts.
He’d given Mel the cabin she and Becca had stayed one summer, the last summer with her mom, as an AirBnB. It had been a fairly shitty cabin, middle of nowhere Georgia outside of Athens, but she’d gone back, exactly one time, as the homeowner, and everything was preserved, the furniture and the Ikea decor and the white mugs, and she’d taken all eight back with her in her suitcase, and used them exclusively, because her mom had taken her chamomile tea from them that week, and she was so close she could practically feel her, through the ceramic.
“I would’ve had time,” Frank said when she re-entered the room. He’d drawn his knees up to his chest on the bed, arms looped over them, holding his wrist. The sheet covered him, a small miracle. His eyes followed her as she opened his suitcase and wrinkled her nose in disgust, because he hadn’t unpacked his garment bags properly, so she’d have to steam his suit. He'd once worn a lime green necktie on air, so no, he couldn't afford to be unsupervised.
“What would you wear?” Mel said, holding the bag up high. “Wrinkles?”
“Evidently,” Frank said, and moved off the bed to shower. Mel ignored him and took out her portable steamer from her purse. She’d brought a bottle of distilled water and got to work, very carefully fixing his shirt, his jeans, so he would appear effortless, the hot, cool doctor everyone loved on primetime tv.
The TV interview started off smoothly, but Frank said he owed everything to his family and Mel, and the camera panned to Mel and she did her wave, right hand, all the rings twinkling in the light. That did well on social media, Frank and his assistant. Mel thought he’d been going for a Conan and Sona thing at first, but Conan was happily married, and didn’t bang doppelgangers, and Sona didn’t have to field calls from TMZ asking if they’d hooked up yet.
No, she said. And then she’d started wearing her mom’s ring on her left hand, and those calls stopped. Secret wedding, now. That’s what they got all the time. Langdon’s secret wedding to his hot assistant. They were poly, everyone said. Or Mel just tolerated cheating, because he was so wealthy, so beloved.
The GMA producer gave Mel the go ahead, and she cleared her throat five minutes into the interview. “I’ve got some news,” she said. She was miced up. The camera panned back to her. “Healthy Living with Dr. Langdon has hit the number one spot on the New York Times bestseller’s list.”
A camera stayed close to Mel’s face, and she couldn’t believe how proud she was of him. Former addict, now bestseller. She tried to school her expression into something neutral, because this was her boss, but she got to see Frank light up, Kathy and Hoda congratulating him, “wow, what an accomplishment,” and even with them chattering in his ear, his eyes were locked on her, so blue, and shit, she knew Frank’s expression, the i’m going off the reservation and you can’t stop me thought passing through his head. The bad thoughts, the addict brain.
Mel held up a finger, under the frame of the camera, a no, Frank, don’t do that– but he was already getting up from the couch, Kathy and Hoda, and came right at her– for a hug, she thought, that would be cute, that could be on-brand, and he slipped his hand around her waist and Mel relaxed, oh that would be fine–
Until it wasn’t fine, because Frank cupped his face in her hand and kissed her, pulling her away from the camera, right out of the frame, but the cameraman was right on them, practically the third person in the kiss because Mel could smell the guy’s cologne, and then her mind blanked out for a second in shock, and then Frank pulled away, and that fucking cameraman was so close to Mel, but she needed to be professional, on screen, so she just said, “Oh.”
“Oh that’s so sweet,” Hoda said. “How sweet is that?”
“Just adorable,” Kathy said, taking a sip of her white wine even though it was 9am and Dr. Langdon preached sobriety. “How long have you been dating?”
Frank trotted back to the couch and sat, obediently, addict brain satisfied. “Oh, that was our first kiss. I’m pretty sure I’ve won the worst boss in the world award.
“Oh,” Hoda said.
“Hottest boss,” Kathy said. She pointed at Mel. “You get some of this, okay?”
Mel nodded, maybe, she was sort of in an out of body limbo, the tips of her fingers pressed against her mouth.
“Well, what an accomplishment,” Hoda said, getting back on script. “Healthy Living with Dr. Langdon is available where all books are sold!”
The executive producer counted them down to commercial break, and as soon as the “on air” light turned off, Hoda grinned at them. “Oh that’ll go super viral.”
“Next time, tell us please,” Kathy said, the more sour one. She peered around Hoda to Smith, their executive producer. “Did you know about this?”
“It must’ve been in an email,” Mel mumbled, because they really really needed to be invited back. “We didn’t go over our slot, did we?”
“Nope,” Smith said. “Next time, get that cleared, okay?” He stared at his iPad. “X loves it, so it’s fine, but really–”
“No, no surprises, I know,” Mel said. “It was a spontaneous thought,” she said. Had by Langdon and his delusion she mentally filled in.
Mel forced herself to drop her hand from her mouth. “After me, Frank,” she said, snapping her fingers.
Frank knew better than to say anything, and instead thanked the hosts and then the producers, and then the cameramen, who’d done a great job getting the reaction shot, he said, because he could see the preview on his monitors.
“I’m always on it,” cologne camera guy said. He clapped Mel on the shoulder. “I hope you get an extra big Christmas bonus this year.”
Mel glanced at her phone. X did love it. They’d sold ten thousand more copies in the past couple minutes. She’d expected three, five at most. He’d stay on the bestseller list all week for that.
“Thanks, everyone,” Mel said, and turned off her phone, because as soon as she turned it back on, she’d have to deal with it. Abby was probably freaking out, because the kids knew he’d be on GMA, and that was a family show. They’d already called her Momma Mel.
Mel checked her watch. Analog. Piaget. Frank had bought it for her last year. It was worth more than her car. “Tell Abby I’m turning my phone off for the next hour, and then I’ll deal with it.”
Frank followed her down to the main parking garage, two steps behind her. “Mel,” he said. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it.”
“I know,” Mel said, because she suspected her boss wanted to add more rings to her fingers, make her change her last name to his before she attended medical school and added a “Dr.” in front of it. He’d paid off all her student loans from U Michigan. He’d found her the best tutor for her MCATs. She’d scored 520. He’d written her recommendation letter. Gotten Dr. Emery Walsh, the godmother of general surgery, to do the other.
Frank had— he’d insisted she apply to the very best schools, not state schools (well, he’d let her apply to UVA, but not Berkley, because his family home was in Pittsburgh, and he didn’t want her to leave the east coast). Ridiculous, stretch schools. Schools that wouldn’t take her with a 3.5 GPA as a Bio major in 2015, so long ago. Maybe that was Frank’s brand of sabotage, letting her hope for things she’d never have.
He kissed her again while they waited for the limo, gripping the side of her face like he’d die without her. Nobody waited for a selfie with Frank. They were alone, no cameras. The heat of his lips, oh, that made her heart flutter. Frank. Her boss. Probably the hottest man alive, who FaceTimed Becca every week and let her win on the Scrabble app.
Mel pulled away. Frank grabbed her right hand, the one with all the rings, and the limo pulled up, and Frank opened the door for her. He put the screen up between them and the driver, and Mel pressed it down.
“Newark International,” Mel said. A forty-five minute drive. Well within the hour of her phone being off. She leaned back in the seat and put on her seatbelt, and Frank put the screen up again and unclicked her seatbelt.
“Frank,” Mel said, a warning. “Frank,” she said, as he cupped her face again. “Frank,” she said as he snaked his hand under her blouse. She didn’t wear blouses normally. Cotton t-shirts, jeans, sneakers. But she’d known she’d be on camera. Fuck, why did Frank have to be such a good kisser, pulling her blouse off over her head, fluid, perfect. “You literally just had sex this morning,” Mel said, helpless to it, the pull of desire in her stomach, so deep, like a fishhook lodged there.
“I had sex last night,” he corrected her, and pulled her into his lap, and mouthed at her neck. “Keep all your rings on.”
Oh, yeah, she could do that, feeling him hard underneath her, and it was one thing to see him naked, but she’d never seen him like this, mid-way through the fucking, eyes focused and expresion flushed and all the attention right on her.
They fucked the whole way to Newark, forty-five minutes, two orgasms, one on his cock, one with his mouth, and Mel had the driver do a lap around the terminals so she could pull her clothes back on, and turn her phone back on, and re-braid her hair.
“I hope you didn’t leave a hickey,” Mel said as she stepped out of the car. “That was a one-time thing,” she said, and Frank grabbed her right hand, the one with all the rings, and said, “Okay, whatever you say.”
