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Kingdon Microfic Month

Day 18: Parade

@kingdonmicrofic

If there’s an opportunity for Frank to spend uninterrupted time with Mel, he will always take it. So when he sees her name on the volunteer list to aid the EMS at the annual Anthrocon Parade, he immediately signs up.

How bad could it be? All they’ll have to do is stand by the ambulance and make sure no one in one of those crazy mascot costumes passes out from heat stroke.

“Should we wear animal ears in solidarity?” Frank asks her with a smirk and eyebrow waggle when he informs her he’ll be her volunteer buddy.

Mel blushes and giggles along with him.

“I was actually thinking about wearing this pair of bunny ears Becca got at the Renaissance Faire the last time we went. There was this booth selling all kinds of ears and horns, and she collects—“

Frank knows Mel is rattling a story off about how her sister acquired the ears, but he can only hear static. All his brain can process is the image of Mel, looking cute as ever, wearing a pair of fluffy bunny ears.

“Are you okay, Frank?” Mel asks, narrowing her eyes and waving a hand in front of his face.

Frank blinks and shivers, shaking himself out of his daydream of bunny girl Mel.

“Uh, yeah, I’m all ears—I mean, good! I’m all good!” He stumbles on his words in a way that makes Mel giggle again.

“I see, you don’t want to be left out. Don’t worry, I’ll see if Becca will let you borrow a pair.”

So true to her word, two weeks later, they survey the parade from the sidelines. Ready to leap into action in case of an emergency, clad in grey bunny ears for Mel and fox ears for Frank.

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[soldtodoctorlangdon]

Mel King x Frank Langdon Minibar by Gracie Abrams

[rosenfinchzz]

My kind of woman 🎶

[kingdonspirits]

@kingdonmicrofic • Day 19: Heels • 151/151 • Rated: G

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Metal clinked on Mel's block heel and distracted her from Becca and Adam's conversation. Adam wasn't as talkative as Becca described but maybe he had nothing to talk to Mel about. Either way, the dinner already served its purpose. She met and approved of her sister's boyfriend. Done deal.

Now for the trinket at her feet. It belonged to the restaurant goers in the booth behind theirs. Mel picked it up and examined it. How does somebody lose a wedding band?

Mel wanted to return it immediately but the thud against the other table startled her into silence. Her ears picked up the voices—a married couple on the verge of separation perhaps—Mel couldn't hear over the clamouring and sizzling. Her curiosity snagged on the lady saying her husband's full name.

Frank Langdon.

Hm, Mel smiled to herself as she pocketed the ring, better to return it tomorrow after work.

[kingdoncrumbs]

heels | @kingdonmicrofic july 19 | 493

Exactly one pair of heels, simple and black with a delicate strap across the ankle, sat on the top shelf of Mel’s closet, the shelf where she put the things she didn’t need to reach. She had to use the step ladder to reach them again, a layer of dust from the lack of wear since her med school graduation, before that since her mother’s funeral.

Her first date with Frank was the first time she had really wanted to dress up. She spent all day giving herself butterflies at the thought of his smile when he saw her, hair down and outside of the harsh hospital light. So, she spent the evening primping herself; blowdrying her hair so it bounced the way she loved, running the practical, multi-use pink tint she could justify purchasing over her lips and cheeks, and even blinking on some mascara (although it annoyed her, when her lashes touched her lenses). Then, she slipped on her dress, green satin clinging to her hips, and into the heels she had climbed for.

The preparations worked, she was fairly sure, almost exactly the way she anticipated. His jaw dropped open for a second when she opened the door, eyes trailing down the bare skin of her legs, adjusting his expression to a smile when he saw the shoes.

“You look beautiful,” he said, just like he did in her daydreams.

He picked a spot he thought she would love for dinner, a historic restaurant on the water with gentle live jazz, and he was right. It was perfect, the candlelight and the food and the music and his face as he hungrily glanced over her body. She felt like she was in a dream. Until after dinner.

He led her down the walkway by the waterfront, a rough cobblestone path under her skinny heels. She wobbled, catching herself, her ankles twisting painfully as she the balls of her feet started to throb with overuse.

“Mel…”

“Mhm?”

She turned to look at him, his smile poorly hidden. Adjusting her stance, her foot went completely sideways, and she winced as she regained her balance, trying to act natural.

“You can have mine,” he said, squatting to untie his laces.

“What? No, it’s—“

“Mel,” he said, standing to grab her arms, “I don’t want to stop talking yet. I’m having a great time, like the best date of my life great. So just take my damn shoes.”

She nodded and found a bench nearby to unbuckle her own shoes from. Frank placed his, comically oversized, dress shoes onto her feet and tied them. He wrapped the straps of her heels around his hand, slinging them over his shoulder as they walked their way down the path.

The bottom of his shoes, his nicest pair of course, were scuffed to all hell, but he forgave it quickly when he remembered the sound of her little shuffling footsteps as she dragged them over the cobblestones.

[nicogayngelo]

day 17: crowd // wc: 317 // for: @kingdonmicrofic // ao3

tags: medieval au, princess!mel, knight!langdon

Frank scanned the crowd, hanging on the perimeter with one hand on his horse’s reins, the other on his sword. 

In the center of the village, Princess Melissa moved slowly forward. She and her entourage were surrounded by her subjects crowding close. Their voices swelled together in a loud mess of noise. 

He wondered if having hundreds of bodies pushing towards her was overwhelming. If she could hear herself think beyond the din. If her delicate hands were gripping the reins so tight that her knuckles were white. 

“This is my favorite time of the day.”

Frank jumped into a standing position, reaching towards his sword when he recognized the voice. 

Princess Melissa cocked her head. “For a knight, you’re awfully jumpy, Sir Langdon.”

She sat on the ground near the fire, waving off his offer to grab anything to put beneath her. Next to the flickering fire and tucked into herself, Frank could see the edge of the carefully constructed Princess Melissa image against her natural state of existence. 

He settled next to her, leaving an appropriate amount of space. Everyone in their camp was asleep but Frank knew if there was even a hint of impropriety, his title would be immediately stripped. 

And as competent as the others were, he wasn’t letting Princess Melissa get anywhere near danger. 

Her voice was low as she continued their previous conversation. “I get worried with that many people looking at me. Their expectations. Their disappointments. Their anger. I can feel it all pinned on me. But, then I look at you.”

“Me?” His voice was quiet, strangled.

Frank let his gaze linger on Princess Melissa for a moment. As if feeling the weight of his gaze, she looked up and locked eyes with him. 

Then she broke into a beautiful grin, shoulders loosening. 

“I feel safe when I’m with you, Sir Langdon. I know I’m safe with you.”

[francislangdon]

mel & langdon parallels THE PITT — 01.14 -> 02.13

[princessdelacruz]

@thepittmonth > week 3: patients, cases, and healthcare melissa king

[leulahart]

frank and mel are ready for the cold

[livelaughlovepugs]

I know I left the fandom for a bit, but I’m back because of this edit wow this moved me God I cannot wait for the next season !!

[xskywalker21]

break room

[drmelbows]

s3 fitted up! they are sexually intimate with each other.

[rosenfinchzz]

Morning routine ☀️

Coffee for him, Tea for her! (Omg I'm in love with his new look)

[musing-and-music]

Medal (Karaoke)

Day 7 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 | 488 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

Mel has to treat an insisting patient

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Week 20

“You know, I’ve won three races last year, and I got quite the handful of medals from my podiums,” the patient drawled, a little drowsy from the pain meds Mel had prescribed him.

“Oh, what kind of races, Mr. Dustin?” she asked, while placing bands of plaster on his broken arm.

“Horse races of course! I must tell you, I’m a champion. It’s just that mare I was mounting... she’s got character, you see. And she threw my off her back! Broke my damn arm!” he exclaimed, trying to move said arm.

Fortunately, Jesse was holding it so the patient didn’t move it too much.

“I need a new mare... a calmer one. That will give me good foals. Eh, like you, young and nice lady. You could give me good babies.” He smiled at Mel, who winced at his expression. “Wha’, you don’t agree with me?”

Mel had had patients hitting on her, but none of them had been that crude with her.

She stepped back, staring at him. “Mr. Dustin. If your behavior doesn’t change, I will have to ask another doctor to take care of you. And as you should be able to see, my uterus is already occupied, which means my heart is also taken.” She wanted to cross her arms to look more confident, but her gloves covered with plaster prevented her to do so.

Mr. Dustin pouted. “But I have medals!”

“That’s not really what I look for in a man, I’m sorry. Nor is it what a man should put forward if he doesn’t have the character to support it.” Mel sighed. “Anyway. Can I get back to work without you flaunting your medals and comparing me to a mare?”

Jesse raised an impressed eyebrow, which upped  her confidence a little more.

“Haven’t you seen worse already?” the patient protested.

“Just because we’ve seen worse doesn’t mean we have to accept the ‘only’ bad. So, what’s your choice, Mr. Dustin?”

He sighed, rolling his eyes. “Alright, I’ll try not to talk.”

“Great! You won’t regret it,” Mel assured him, smiling widely.

The rest of Mel’s day went on without any issue, and she almost forgot about her patient with his broken arm and his medals.

Frank had a day off, so she waited for him in the ambulance bay at the end of her shift, a hand on her growing bump. Soon, Frank’s car stopped in front of her, and she climbed in, sighing in relief. She welcomed Frank’s kiss and let him greet their baby with sweet words.

“How was your day? Not too tired?”

“That was a nice day, full but not too hard.” After a moment, she remembered Mr. Dustin, and told Frank about her rather insisting patient.

By the time she was done, Frank looked torn between horror and laughter.

“Mel...” he said eventually. “You’re the one deserving a medal, for putting up with patients like him.”

[fellowshipincynicism]

july 4th 2026, 7am

+ bonus

[divorcedfranklangdon]

@thepittmonth Week 1: parallels, callbacks, and themes

[thelightreflects]

would you sit and keep me company

day five: speech, 449 words @kingdonmicrofic

He suggests moving in together.

It’s an offhand comment when they’re talking about rent and gas and how they’re not good at being alone, a throwaway we should just live together that he says with a laugh.

He doesn’t expect her to take it seriously, to smile and say I’d love to live with you, then start looking at houses, but he’s so glad she did.

And that’s how he ends up here, hosting a housewarming with Mel at their place a few weeks after moving in.

Neither of them has friends because of their jobs and what’s been going on in their lives for the last few years, so it’s mostly people from the hospital. He doesn’t mind, though, because it makes her happy.

He lets himself have a moment alone to stand back and watch Mel as she talks with Donnie and Emma, cheeks red from a glass of wine.

Cassie walks up to him then, nudging his arm with her elbow.

“That was quite a speech,” she says, and he rolls his eyes, bracing for some ribbing about his sappy soliloquy earlier. “You’re really in love with her, huh?”

It’s a heart-stopping punch to his chest, and he whips his head to Cassie, letting out a choked, “What?”

He watches as her eyebrows shoot up, mouth open in shock.

“Wait, you’re not dating Mel?”

“No, we’re just —” he starts, but he can’t get anything else out because they’re not just housemates or just friends.

They’re so much more than that, and he sees it in flashes, a sudden onslaught of memories, all the moments from the last year.

“Shit,” he mutters as he looks back at Mel, starting to panic. “Do you think she knows?”

It’s a stupid question, and he doesn’t even hear what Cassie says, his mind racing, trying to pinpoint when he fell in love and why he didn’t realize it.

That’s when she looks across the room, finding him like always, and smiles when their eyes meet.

He avoids Mel as much as he can the rest of the night, afraid that she’ll be able to see it now, and he’s quiet while they clean up after everyone leaves.

But when she asks him to come outside with her, he does, sitting beside her on the porch swing.

She moves closer despite the sweltering July heat and wraps her arm around his, hand resting on his bicep, and it’s hard to breathe, his body abuzz as if it’s the first time she's touched him.

“This is nice,” she says, leaning her head against his shoulder.

He closes his eyes, trying to slow his thundering heartbeat, and he knows he’s in trouble.