#munlyle

[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.

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[daisyndahlia]

munlyle tag seems scarce so im gonna post the edit here !! sort of au canon divergence here 🤭

[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]

i hope we get munlyle

[silverspectre]

the ghosts of a scream || locklyle

👻 pairing: anthony lockwood x lucy carlyle, eventual implied holly munro x lucy carlyle

👻 genre: angst, post-series au

👻 words: 1.2k

👻 tags: ANGST like goddamn this hurts a lot, mentions of alcohol & purposeful intoxication, talks of trauma, implied depression, pretty graphic meltdowns i am Sorry, ~metaphors~

👻 what to expect: “It was the bitter aftertaste of truth that always stung him in the end.”

👻 a/n: so i Actually Exist! this was written actual months ago (see: may) and as my summer courses have ended, i’m posting this! special thanks to @toishi for beta-reading this!! i hope you guys enjoy :>

👻 inspired by: my love, i still by i’ll ; a few years later by block b ; stay here by gaho

"You'll stay with me?" "Always. No matter what it is, my heart will always choose you, Luce."

It had been years. Lucy could no longer hear ghosts, and nor did she want to. Her head was sick and the voices kept echoing in her ears - a reminder of the suffering, the pain, the resentment. She and Lockwood no longer had things in common besides the trauma. The relationship grew tiring, like a repeated day of chores. Regardless, even if she couldn't see ghosts, her ghosts of the past haunted her in every waking moment.

Lockwood wasn't doing any better. She knew that much from George, who seemed to be the somewhat most sane out of the original Lockwood & Co. trio. Holly was thriving, Kipps was alright. How Lucy envied Holly. There was no hate toward Holly Munro; no, no, no, rather, hopeless longing replaced that anger. If only Lucy was perfect like Holly....

"You're sure you'll be alright without me?" "I'll be fine, don't worry about me." Lockwood had restrained himself from calling her 'baby'. If he was honest, Lockwood still loved Lucy. it was a plain fact; a parasite plaguing the back of his mind. He knew she was the one for him, but he had to respect her decision.

It was nights like these that he drank. The alcohol was his poison, and he'd hope to make it his cause of death. He couldn't go on without her, it hurt too much. These thoughts weighed his heart like the weight of the world on Atlas's shoulders. His heart was so, so weak.

Where had he gone wrong? What had he done? He was so, so sure Lucy had been his. He would always be hers. She'd left him once before, and the months proceeding were hell. At least he'd gotten an excuse to see her then. Now, there was none. Memories haunted him worse than any Type 3, and as much as he drank, he could not forget.

He couldn't forget the way she left, the way he let her, or the way he'd cried for the first time in a long, long time, slouched against the kitchen cabinets. The way he completely broke down, knees cuddled to his chest and head bowed down. The way his hands shook and the tears he tried to wipe away only kept pouring down his face. The way he blamed himself, yelled, screamed and almost punched a wall. No one was there for him now.

Because he was stupid. He just lied, brushed her off like dust. Lucy was more than that - but he still lied to her, pretended to be fine for her sake. But he knew - he could never brush it off - the fact that he'd always love her, even if the slippery words sugarcoated in strawberry syrup told him he didn't. It was the bitter aftertaste of truth that always stung him in the end. How could he have let this happen?

"Come off it Lucy, you know I'd die for you." Somehow, Lucy found herself knocking on Holly Munro's door. Somehow. Holly lived alone, being single. Holly was always there for Lucy; she'd know what to do.

"Lucy! What a pleasant surprise." Holly was, as always, dressed casually yet somehow managing to make it look gorgeous. A cherry red apron was tied around her waist.

"Is this a bad time?" Lucy asked.

"Of course not! I'm just baking. The cookies are almost done. Why don't you step inside?"

Upon doing so, the scent of said cookies greeted her, warm and inviting. "So, what brings you here?" Holly asked, untying her apron and hanging it on a hook. She gestured for Lucy to sit on the couch, which Lucy did. "Have you been alright?"

"I want to move on over Lockwood."

She raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Is that so?"

"Just... I feel like moping about it weighs me down. I want... I want to feel happy again."

Holly sat down next to Lucy. "That's understandable. How do you want to go about doing that?"

"That's the thing. I dunno. Everything feels.... pointless. I want to date more, but I don't know many people - and besides, I'm afraid it won't be the same as before."

Holly nodded, listening patiently. You could really tell she was listening, making proper eye contact and following everything Lucy said. That was the thing about Holly: she was so caring, thoughtful, and patient. She never made it feel like you were bothering her.

Ding. Her oven timer sounded.

"Where d'you think we'll be a few years from now?" "Together. Happy." The pain was always immense. It twisted and turned, coiling itself around Lockwood's heart or even himself - it was too hard to tell. It suffocated him, made it impossible to breathe. The pain was a snake, constricting around his heart until the feeling was gone but still ever-present, until sadness was the only thing Lockwood knew, and tears were the only thing he could produce. A crying Lockwood was far from a pretty sight.

He wanted to scream, but his throat always seemed too dry. He wanted to go numb, feel nothing, but his eyes always seemed too wet, his heart's bleeding incessant. He drank, but the alcohol could not cure the wound inside him. It closed him up for a night, but the morning after was always shittier than the night previous. It was a failed strategy, but it was a routine, and a strategy, to the very least. Something he could do, and pretend it worked.

"I want to live my entire life with you."

"Is that so? I want to live the entire afterlife with you." The more they spent time together, the more Lucy fell for Holly. The more dates she'd set up that felt entirely meaningless. With Holly, she needn't worry. Everything drifted away when it was only Lucy and Holly. She was always so considerate and caring, and her laugh sent butterflies rushing to the pit of Lucy's stomach. Lucy hadn't felt this way in years. Holly Munro was perfect, but not the jealousy-invoking kind of perfect. She was the kind of perfect that made you want to kiss her.

Months passed with failed date after failed date. Holly was ever-patient, but Lucy new she couldn't wait. She'd confess, she could totally do it! Well... What if...? Holly wouldn't... But how would...?

"Penny for your thoughts? You've been staring at a wall for 5 minutes, Lucy."

"Why do you love me, Lockwood?" "There isn't a reason not to." Lucy and Holly Munro were dating. Lockwood couldn't remember exactly how he found out, but he did. They looked so happy together, just as he and Lucy had years back. Maybe they were happier. After all those years, Lucy had been the better one out of the relationship. Lockwood felt like he did nothing in that time after the breakup, wasting it, even though the initial hurt and pain had never numbed truly. He felt worthless. Like he could do nothing. Everyone around him was happy, so why couldn't he be like them? What had he been doing wrong? Tears ran dry but his heart cried blood and liquid pain that could only be described as a mixture of regret and agony. He screamed. The walls echoed, then everything fell silent. Obsolete of sound, as if it was trying to erase his feelings. Devoid of anything, but he could still feel the pain. His hands trembled, shook, and he grasped one hand with the other but the shaking was ceaseless and he could only drape a shaky arm over his eyes. He couldn't bare see the light, shining and blinding him, obliterating his senses. When would he be okay?

He screamed louder than the blinding light.

A dark, dark silence.

[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

[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

[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)

[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

[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.