#kingdon microfic

[kmsk8r]

@kingdonmicrofic day 8: midnight | 323/323 | rating: g

[incoming voicemail - July 23rd at 12:26 am]

Oh did it beep? I think it beeped? Dr. Langdon! Or, uh, sorry Frank. (a pause) Frank. Frank. Frank. (she giggles) Sillysillysilly, sorry, I’m still getting used to it. (Her voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper that is absolutely not quieter) Can I tell you a secret? I like Frank. No one else calls you that, I feel special. A special Mel name. (humming) You should like your name more! It’s nice. Quick! Like Mel! We match. MelandFrank. Well. That’s not as fun as when Dana yells MelandLangdon. We’re like… a compound word now.

Not that I don’t like Dr Langdon. Oh! Not like… not like like Dr Langdon… you know what I mean. Veryyyy handsome doctor name. Dr Frank Langdon. (another giggle)

(loud cheers erupt where she is) 

Oh shoot — (distant) Why was I calling again… oh! Oh yes. You know that new place around the corner from the hospital? With the fancy light up signs?! Well I came here with some, uh, friends but I think my ride home is making out with someone in the bathroom and there’s no one here I want to do that with. Except… Anyways. But, I want to go home now, so I’m gonna go. 

I know it’s after midnight, I’m so sorry and I know this went to voicemail so you’re busy or sleeping, but please, pretty pretty please if you’re awake can you call me back while I order an Uber or something? I don’t wanna be alone. And I like when you talk to me (she draws out the e sound). It’s very nice. You’re very nice — at least to me. I like that. I think you like it too. Which I also like.

Shoot, how long is a voicemail? Ok talking too long! Goodnight Frank. Call me back please. Buh-bye.

Outgoing Text, 12:28am

Cancel the Uber, Mel.

I’m on my way.

[miracle-and-wonder]

@kingdonmicrofic Day 12: Gold (481 words, explicit, tw: infidelity)

Abby wanted their rings to match. Gold on gold. Her grandmother’s diamond paired with a classic band for him.

Frank never liked the ring he chose, but it was the one they could afford. He looked wistfully at the sleeker, more stately platinum option and still went with the bright yellow gold that practically glowed under florescent lighting. Abby smirked when he complained about it.

“Good,” she laughed, pulling her dark hair away from her face. “It’s like a warning sign. Stay away, he’s taken.”

She never thought he would be the one she’d have to worry about.

***

Frank always had a thing for blondes. It was such a cliché to admit, and of course, he could play it off. A celebrity crush on Margot Robbie was innocent enough, boring to most.

No one knew it actually came from Caitlin Redwine, the lifeguard at the Science Hill Community Pool. She was nineteen when Frank was thirteen, and he was well into his twenties when she stopped being the first person in his mind when he wrapped his hand around his cock, the freckles across her nose and long braid down her back.

He did a double-take at Mel her first day, that same shade of dirty blonde woven tightly together, a little mole below her eye. It was his teenage crush all over again, and when he thought about her midway through his second rehab stint, hand down the front of his boxers after Abby missed visitation again, Frank came within seconds.

A fantasy, he told himself, reaching past his ring for the box of tissues on his nightstand. Nothing more.

***

Abby started wearing her rings again in June, and Frank did the same.

It was odd, cold to the touch and heavy. By August, it started to feel normal again when Frank would wear it more places than around the house and the hospital, when he stopped slipping it on and off in the parking lot, wondering if that morning’s fight was the last straw.

He thought he might never take it off again, but that was before he kissed Mel King, giving into his fantasy outside a 24/7 diner; before her eyes went dark, and she told him that she lived just on the next block; before he followed her up past the front door and into her bedroom, clothes in a pile on the floor.

“Leave it on,” Mel panted against his lips as he started to remove his ring. “You might forget it.”

Frank nodded and kissed her again, pressing her down against the mattress, exploring her soft, slick folds and teasing her entrance before sliding his finger in up to the last knuckle. She whined, hips bucking up against his hand. He slipped in another finger, and her tight cunt clenched around him, the shiny metal of his ring tangled up in her soaked curls.

Gold on gold.

[francislangdon]

day 5: speech word count: 316/316 @kingdonmicrofic

“So,” Abby says dangerously.

“Dont’t start,” Langdon interrupts, feeling a headache come on.

A blisteringly fake smile has spread across Abby’s lips as she ignores his warning. “So,” she emphasizes, “You seem very familiar with Mel.”

He sighs. From the moment they ran into Mel at the park, he’s had a bad feeling. Of course, he’s always happy to see her. Everything in the world slows when he looks at Mel. She makes him softer, agreeable, eager to sing her praises and lick her wounds.

It’s just a feeling he’d rather not experience while his wife is next to him.

His children had run to her. Tanner and Penny love Mel, a fact that Abby was not previously aware of. Langdon knew from the look on her face that they would be getting into an argument at home after this.

And that was before Tanner wanted ice cream.

“Mel,” his son pleaded, tugging on her fingers, “Can we go to the ice cream place we went last time, please, pleaseeee!”

Abby glares at him, “She’s even got a special nickname for you.”

“It’s just something she picked up from the kids, they say it all the time.”

“You’re their father, Langdon, of course they say it all the time. She should call you by your name. Frank? Or, how about Dr. Langdon?”

“That’s what she says at work.”

Abby bares her teeth sarcastically, “Oh yeah? So, she only calls you Daddy at home?”

Frank groans, his hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “You’re making a big deal out of nothing. It’s a figure of speech.”

“That’s not what that fucking means, Langdon. She didn’t say it as a metaphor,” Abby snaps, “She said it like— like she was used to saying it.”

“Oh, I’m not sure,” Mel said. She looks up for Langdon’s approval, “Can we get ice cream after this, Daddy?”

[holywaterhangover]

@kingdonmicrofic day 01 -> confetti (500/382) no warnings

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Every muscle feels overused, tight and sore and stretched beyond their capabilities, as his feet thumpthump heavily and lazily on the scratchy hotel room carpet. His vision flits between blurs and overwhelming sharpness; a side effect of sleeping in an unfamiliar place and wearing his old prescription contacts for hours on end because he couldn’t be bothered to throw them out.

The coffee maker is nearly complex enough to require some kind of engineering degree. A Keurig that functions like it’s meant to be in a scientific research facility, with the finesse and perfect sequence of button-pushing required just to extrude a little bit of caffeine. Eventually he figures it out and the thing splutters into a PLA-lined paper cup. He leans against the small desk, the harsh edges digging into the meat of his palms, as last night’s events make themselves known in the forefront of his mind.

Flashes of Mel’s wild curls and the blush high and dark on her cheeks. The gaudy plastic tiara Trinity insisted she wear sitting crookedly atop her head, decorated with hot pink gems that shone bright underneath the bar’s neon lighting. Tequila decorated her lips like gloss, sweet and sticky, shaping the words to songs Frank didn’t know but happily spun her around to. The sheer weight of her ring, despite its daintiness, constantly pressing into the meat of his bicep with every twist of their bodies, every dip, and every breath he took felt unreal. Witnessing her like that. He was almost terrified, wondering if it was all some sort of dream.

He knocks back the tiny cup’s contents, spluttering as something sticks to the back of his tongue. The empty cup clatters on the desk and Frank pries a piece of baby blue confetti from his mouth, muddied by coffee and damp with saliva.

A soft, airy exhale sounds behind him. Then, “Are you okay?”

Frank’s lips curl upward, presenting the tiny piece of colored tissue paper between his fingers. “This stuff sticks around, huh?” he chuckles. “Didn’t think to look in my cup first.”

“I’m sure there’s more,” she says, letting out a tiny groan as she sits up, thick white duvet held loosely to her chest. “But I don’t think the confetti is a concern right now.”

“No?” he muses, bringing himself to the edge of the bed. “Why’s that?”

She blinks earnestly at him, squinting a little without her glasses to assist. He’s likely a fuzzy little blur at the moment but she knows the details of him well enough by now. 

“Because,” she says seriously, raising her left hand. “Your wife is all alone in such a big bed, and I think that’s definitely more important.”

Mel doesn’t even get the chance to let go of the blanket covering her soft, pale skin before Frank lunges forward, ignoring the mildly searing lick of pain at the base of his spine because, yeah, she’s right. 

He married the love of his life last night. Fuck the confetti.

[starkovzova]

day fourteen: picture

+ Samira’s texts to Mel & Trinity

for @kingdonmicrofic | rated: t | word count: ??? (inspired by the letterboxd post i made 9 billion years ago bc i love a da pitt and love a da movies)

[coffeealwayshelps]

@kingdonmicrofic | july 1 | prompt: confetti | 482 words

Now

“My name is Melissa, but everyone calls me Mel.” Mel King clasped her hands in front of her, smiling brightly. “I’m so happy to be here.”

Dr. Jack Abbot made an approving sound, which Mel ignored even as she could feel her cheeks turn pink. Of course, Dr. Michael Robinavitch noticed, snorting loudly for everyone to hear.

“Thanks to your stepdad, everyone knows who you are, Mel. Jack has been talking about you for the last year.” Robby’s words were teasing, Mel knew. Still, she felt a little embarrassed at being the center of attention. It wasn’t her favorite, and her stepfather knew that.

“Day shift, take good care of her,” was all Abbot said. He sounded pleasant but vaguely threatening, which was a balance he managed to strike with ease.

“Yeah, yeah,” Robby called after Abbot, never one to miss a chance to tease his friend. “We all know that you’re proud of your stepdaughter.”

There was a crash behind them, and everyone gathered at the central desk turned to look. A tall man with dark hair was hastily gathering up the container of pens he’d knocked over. Mel caught the side of his face and as he turned, she saw his chin dimple and what had to be the bluest eyes. She knew those eyes—

Robby’s eyebrows went up. “You good, Langdon?”

Dr. Frank Langdon glanced at Mel and then cleared his throat. “Yeah, I’m good.”

Mel only just managed to hold back her squeak of surprise. She was intimately familiar with that jaw line and that chin dimple and those blue eyes.

She’d spent the entire previous weekend in bed with Frank Langdon, after all.

Despite it being her first day as an intern, Mel managed to sneak away to the break room for a moment. She plucked a tissue from the box on the table, twisting it and shredding it with nervous fingers. She balled up all the little pieces in her fist, wondering how it was possible that she was in this mess.

Mel wanted to take more risks and put herself out there more. When Frank’s blue eyes fell on her in that bar, she jumped in feet first in a way that surprised even her. It’d been easy to do so, with the way he looked at her and smiled at her and listened to her and touched her. She certainly hadn’t expected to see him at her new job.

“Hey, Mel. You okay?”

Letting out a squeak of surprise, Me accidentally threw the tissue she’d been shredding. The little pieces of tissue rained down like confetti, like her own little party of embarrassment.

She looked up at Frank, seeing the smile that twitched at his lips. Swallowing hard, Mel licked her lips.

“Hi, Frank.”

He stepped closer. “We should talk.”

“Talk about what?” Mel blurted.

He smiled, and Mel somehow felt better. “Everything.”

[nicogayngelo]

day 12: gold // wc: 340 // for: @kingdonmicrofic // ao3

tags: mature, explicit infidelity, sexual content

Mel expected to feel more guilt about the affair. 

Even the word made her squirm, the ugliness clinging to its two-syllables, judgement dripping off the six letters. It was too clinical.

Because their relationship was anything but cold. It was warm, tender—and Mel had never felt so loved. After decades of sitting in the shadows, putting everyone first, burning both ends of the candle, it was nice to have someone take care of her.

Frank whispered praises into her skin as he pushed inside of her. “Sweetheart, baby, my clever, perfect girl.” She wanted to tattoo the words, match the ink to the color of the bruises trailing down her thighs and across her breasts.

Mel had never understood why someone would get entangled with a married person. But, then Frank started packing larger lunches, tailoring his meals to Mel’s preferences. Reducing the amount of fish, adding extra servings of ripe watermelon, and hiding her favorite protein bars in her locker. His attention to the smallest details left her head spinning.

The first time they slept together, Frank pressed her hips into the bed, gentle fingers at odds with the harsh pressure. But, what had Mel gasping was the bite of his wedding band against her skin. It dug into the muscle, the pinch sending her floating out of her body.

In a daze, she heard a high-pitched whine escape her throat as she begged for more, begged him “harder, pleasepleaseplease.”

Frank lavished kisses into the fresh bruises, apologies falling quietly off his tongue in the afterglow.

“Don’t,” Mel murmured, tugging lightly on his hair. Frank immediately pushed himself up, tucking her in his arms. “I have no regrets about that—I loved every second.”

He hummed, a note of hesitation in his voice, “even all the marks? I didn’t mean to get so…caveman on you. I just…”

She found his hand, tracing the gold band slowly. It was still so loose on his finger, spinning easily against the digit. Mel’s voice was shy, but steady, “I loved all of it.”

[ironcharliee]

Prompt: Feast @kingdonmicrofic | 500 words | Rated E for Explicit Sexual Content | 10/31 | Princess Mel/Stableboy Frank AU

“Mel? Are you in there?” 

Mel stifles a moan. “Yes, Father,” she chokes out, trying to sound normal. 

“Are you coming down for the feast? Your birthday banquet is almost ready.” 

“Be there soon, Father,” she huffs, sitting up on her elbows. “I’m just—oh, wow—just getting dressed!”

“Alright!” 

“We have to go,” Mel urges after she hears her father’s footsteps recede.

“I’m busy.” 

“Frank, you are not—oh, hell.” 

“I’m busy,” Frank repeats, pulling away from her core. “The kingdom will have to wait, as I have a birthday gift to give to the princess.” 

“You’ve already given me two,” Mel whines, trying to dislodge Frank from his position in between her legs, but he just grips her thighs harder. 

“And does the fair princess not deserve more praise?” Frank asks, hoisting up her legs over his shoulders. “Does the princess of this beautiful kingdom not deserve adulation? Admiration?” He leans in again and licks a wide stripe up her cunt that makes Mel fall back onto the bed. “Worship?” 

“The princess,” Mel pants, “is required in the Great Hall, I’m sure she—fuck Frank—will receive more than enough praise.” 

“Wouldn’t be enough.” 

“Frank, please,” she says, raking her fingers through his hair and pulling his face away from her. “If you’re going to make me late, make it worth it?” 

Frank grins maniacally. “Does my princess have a request?” 

“She does,” Mel smiles widely. “Your princess requests an audience.” 

“An audience?” He repeats, shucking off his breeches. Her gown is long gone, and Frank scrapes his teeth against her breast, sucking on a nipple as he lines his cock up to her entrance. “Do you happen to know where this audience will take place?” 

“Oh, I think you know the place,” Mel laughs, urging him forward with her knees. “I think you know it well.” 

“I do,” he says, pushing into her slowly. “I’m very grateful my lady would take my audience, as I have many thoughts about the kingdom I’d like to share.” 

“Oh?” she gasps, the breath knocked out of her as Frank bottoms out. 

“I have an opinion on her chosen husband.” 

“Not my chosen husband,” Mel corrects, groaning when Frank starts moving. “You know that.” 

“Of course, my apologies,” Frank smirks. “Your chosen husband would be a lowly stableboy, if I remember correctly—”

“My best friend,” Mel corrects, pulling him in closer for a kiss. “My everything.” 

“Then I have opinions on the man courting her.” 

“Men.” 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he laughs, picking up speed. “The men courting her.” 

Mel whines as he starts circling her clit and pleasure coils in her abdomen. 

“I find them arrogant, haughty, and altogether unworthy of her hand.” 

“Do you think you could do better?” Mel teases. “Do you think you could satisfy the princess?” 

Frank winks. “Oh, I know I’m up to the task.” 

Mel greets her suitors later at the banquet smiling ear to ear, utterly satisfied, with Frank’s spend dripping down her legs.