#munlyle

[honorarypines]

Lucy Carlyle has to be one of the most shippable charcters of all time. She literally has chemistry with everyone and it never feels forced

Lockwood? obviously. not much to explain here. They have drama, mutual pining, both angst and comfort

Skull? Duh. The codependency. The snarky dialogues. She's his only connection to life and he's her only human (well kind of) connection when she leaves the agency. Match made in hell and I love it

George? May not be everyone's cup of tea, but everything you need in order to ship is there. They are complex, they constantly bicker, they share a lot of intimate moments. Very well written relationship in general

Holly? Hell yeah. Rivals to friends and possibly lovers. Grumpy x sunshine. Amazing character development on both sides. 10/10 no notes

Kipps? Now, in the books there's little to no this kind of chemistry between them but then show randomly added a bit of romantic vibe at least on the Kipps' side. So it counts. I guess.

The show also gave us Norrie and the sapphic vibes of these two were off the charts

Gotta love Lucy. Girl thinks she's soo repelling while in reality I wouldn't be surprised if every member of the team had a crush on her at some point

[gigawatt-smile]

Shoutout to Lucy checking out Holly in that short story. Bisexual as always, Luce

[alphacrone]

Pride - a Munlyle fic

Illegitimate heir to the Rotwell name, Lucy finds that it's rather lonely at the top. Then she meets her father's newest assistant, Holly Munro, a girl she hates and envies in equal measure, and realizes there is more to life than familial obligation.

[Playlist]

[40cleverways]

"How do we look, Luce?"

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[sabinesybill]

Queen of Hearts

Link in the title 🌙

☀️6.3k

☀️Found family

☀️Hurt/Comfort

☀️Gift giving as a love language

☀️ can be read as platonic but 💅

☀️Holly/Lucy, locklyle, Lucy/Norrie

[nuvomica]

femslash ships love being boring and domestic. expand your horizons. Expand them rn gays 🔪

[oneshallop]

Butterflies at AO3

Lucy yanked her arms from the sleeves of her coat. She was snarling. “You took too long! Lockwood could have been seriously injured.”

“I know, I just. I was overwhelmed, and I was scared—" Holly tried to explain.

“It was a simple job. You unclip one end of the chain and then the other, and then you lay the chain down on the ground in an interlacing circle!”

Lucy huffed out a short breath. For any of the younger agents of the Rothwell band she would have held her temper, but Holly always drew out the worst in her. She was obviously steeling herself now: the way she stiffened her shoulders, the roll of her lips as she pursed them. Holly looked perfect even after a ten-hour stakeout.

“We’re all scared, it’s a part of the job. You can’t use that as an excuse.”

“Lucy,” Holly said quietly. “Why is it that, no matter what I do, I am never good enough for you?”

The candor of the question lanced Lucy’s anger. This was as out of control as Lucy had ever seen her, but then Holly did something that threw her off even more: she wrapped an arm around the curve of her waist, tipped her head up, and then she kissed her.

Lucy blinked, frozen.

Holly’s lips were warm and incredibly soft. She had never kissed a girl before; in fact, she had never kissed anyone before. Were all lips this giving? A kiss: the most intimate of touches, willingly given. The whole world filled with nothing but the resonant echoes of your beating heart and the rasping of your partner’s breath. Lucy thought that the first shy touch of Cupid and Psyche could not have felt more obscenely private.

Holly had uncharacteristically left the curtains open. Lucy could see their reflected figures in the big window of the living room. Holly was taller than she was, and yet she did not tower over herself. Holly had met her, tentatively asking, halfway. Holly was wearing Lockwood’s jumper—which Lucy resented—but she was also wearing her old coat. She looked better in it than Lucy ever had.

“Holly?” Lucy asked. Later, she would think back on this moment and wince: she sounded years younger than her age. A girl adrift at sea in unfamiliar tides.

Holly smiled, a bitter twist of a thing. She ran her thumb over Lucy’s lips, and then she stepped away.

“It’s okay, Lucy,” said Holly, like she was soothing a lost child. Comforting, even though she was the one with a sheen in her eyes. “Do you know, I think I left something in my room.”

Holly’s voice was quite steady, but she turned away so Lucy couldn’t see her face. She fled the room.

Lucy could only stare after her. “I, uh, sure,” she said, long after Holly was gone. “Whatever you need.”

[ravietta]

Oh God, Lucy... What did you put in there?!

Designs by @doodlingraka

[misslucycarlyle]

Lucy: I’ve never had a best friend before

Holly: I’ll be your best friend

Lucy:

Lucy: I’ve never had a girlfriend before either

[doodlingraka]

Meh. I was bored I wanted to draw pretty dresses.

This was a nightmare color-wise. Try to keep a limited palette, be clear and have a decent contrast on two skins with totally different skintones. But I learnt stuff I suppose. Next time I’ll be wiser.

(EDIT Holly’s knee fixed)

[gigawatt-smile]

Hey I found the most Holly x Lucy song ever

(yes the name is on the nose)

'Lucy // When you met my eyes, I want you to hold me // Oh I'll be your poltergeist // Love me on a Friday // And teach me how to kiss // I thought you were pretty // Until my sight was fixed.'

[alphacrone]

can you tell my munlyle fic has a theme

[asklucycarlyle]

She has, yes. It was nice of her, I suppose. Holly understands all those little brushes and sponges way better than I ever could. She applied so much that I felt like an oil slick. I believe she called my face “beat?” I don’t really get that sort of slang.  I did take it off right afterwards...Don’t s’pose it’s the kind of thing I’d wear every day. 

[achillesangst]

Some gal pals at prom

[nuvomica]

i hope we get munlyle

[shookboooks]

Holly: Oh, I cut my finger.

Lucy: Should I kiss it to make it better?

Lockwood: How does that help?

Lucy: Whenever my nieces and nephews would get hurt, I'd kiss it to make it better. It always worked on them.

Lockwood: Huh.

[ later ]

Lockwood: Listen, Quill, I need you to punch me in the face as hard as you can.