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Yes Prime Minister

PM!Gwilym Lee x F!Reader

Summary: Gwilym Lee is the new Prime Minister of the UK and you just joined the staff at Downing Street. After an embarrassing first encounter, you and Gwilym grow closer but then the American Ambassador comes along to No. 10 and is taken with you. Downing Street has seen it`s fair share of political drama but never a love story.

A/N: Loosely based on Love Actually and the first section is definitely inspired by it. I only have a couple of chapters left of On The Frontline so I figured I`d start a new series and this has been in my head for while. As always, please leave feedback (it fuels my writing and motivates me to post) and let me know if you want to be tagged.

Warnings: Swearing, eventual smut

“Y/N, straighten yourself up” the housekeeper, Mrs Parker, tuts and shakes her head at you.

“Yes ma`am” you nod, double checking your blouse and pencil skirt, confused when you find everything is fine.

“She yelled at me for looking too gormless a minute ago” Jonathan, the executive chef chuckles, “she`s just nervous and anxious to impress the new one” 

“Well she certainly has her work cut out, I hear he`s a right nob” you scoff.

“Now Miss Y/L/N, we shan`t have that kind of language in this household” Ben, the new private secretary scolds you.

“Yes Mr Hardy” you sigh.

“Where is he anyway? He`s late” Ben mutters.

“Probably saying goodbye to Her Majesty” Mrs Parker remarks and runs a critical eye over the line of staff, nodding in satisfaction.

“The Queen does tend to ramble on” Jonathan whispers to you and you can`t help but giggle.

“Here he comes, act lively everyone” Mrs Parker announces and stands to attention at the front of the line.

The door opens and the room is shrouded in camera flashes, yells from the journalists hanging around outside assault your ears.

With the black door closed, everyone can recover their sight and hearing but before you could see the new leader of the United Kingdom, Mrs Parker stood right in front of you.

“Welcome to Downing Street Prime Minister” Mrs Parker smiles and holds her hand out, “My name is Mrs Parker, I am the house keeper” 

“Wonderful to meet you Mrs Parker, I have heard so many great things about you” his voice is deep and smooth, oozing the charm that is a prerequisite for becoming a politician.

“This is Terrence, he is in charge” she points at the older man.

“Nice to meet you, I had an uncle named Terrence once. I think he was a pervert but I very much like the look of you” he rambles slightly.

Curiosity grabs you and you lean forward, anxious to meet him in person but Jonathan steps in front of you.

“Pleasure to meet you Prime Minister, I am the head chef so just tell me what you want to eat and I`ll whip it up” he lets out a nervous chuckle.

“Good to know, I`m a simple bloke so meat, veg and potatoes will win me over every time” 

“Sounds good sir” Jonathan nods and steps back.

You finally get a good look at your new boss and you freeze.

He is bloody gorgeous! Tall with piercing blue eyes that radiate authoritative kindness.

No wonder he won the majority of the female voters over.

“Fucking hell” you blurt out and immediately blush.

“Oh my god I`m so sorry” you cover your mouth with your hand.

Mrs Parker is fuming and you are certain you are going to be sacked.

“This is Y/N Y/L/N, she`s new like you” Mrs Parker grits her teeth.

Jonathan looks at you with humourous horror yet the worst reaction is from the Prime Minister.

He pauses and you think he is going to yell at you but he surprises you.

The foyer of No. 10 echoes with the sound of his laughter.

The new PM grins and shakes his head, “it`s okay” he reassures you.

“I promised myself I wouldn`t swear but I`ve fucked that up…shit” you close your eyes.

He just chuckles once more and his smile fascinates you.

“Honestly, it`s okay” he promises, “I`m surprised I didn`t let out the odd fuck or two when I was campaigning”

You let out a relieved sigh and smile at him, his blue eyes trace your face and he seems stuck until Ben steps forward, holding his hand out.

“Benjamin Hardy sir, the new private secretary” he introduces himself.

“Ah Mr Hardy, we will be seeing a lot of each other over the next five years” he shakes the shorter man`s hand.

“I`ll be in soon with the new paperwork sir” Ben nods.

“Ah the joys of setting up a cabinet” the Prime Minister muses.

“Come along sir, I shall show you your quarters and your office” Mrs Parker shuffles forward but not without a glare in your direction that warns you she will be dealing with you later.

The Prime Minister glances down the line at his staff one last time before following the housekeeper.

“Well I think that went splendidly” Jonathan smirks.

“Fuck off” you shove him.

“That`s the exact kind of language that got you into this mess Y/N” Harriet, one of the junior housekeepers giggles.

“I`m fucked” you curse, not knowing if you mean your attraction to the most powerful man in the country or the precarious status of your position.

Mrs Parker returns an hour later and calls you into her office with a bark.

“Miss Y/L/N”

“Yes ma`am” you stand in front of her desk.

“I am disgusted by your behaviour with the Prime Minister but he seems to find it amusing. He requested that I forgive your indiscretion this time so I am following his orders to keep you on” she states and you let off a deep breath.

“Thank you so much, I promise it will not happen again ma`am” you smile gratefully.

“Just remember that if it were down to me, you would be fired” she warns, “now please fetch the Prime Minister some tea” 

You nod and head straight to the kitchen to retrieve the tea tray.

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school is consuming all the time I have for queen.

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i do not take constructive criticism

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On September 5th, we celebrate the birth of our Lord and Savior, Freddie Mercury.

Play “Somebody to Love” loudly and sing along!

Cuddle all the cats!

That’s what he would want!

Lover of life, singer of songs.

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Me, when I hear someone mention the lack of hairstyles Ben Hardy had as Roger Taylor in Bohemian Rhapsody:

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Dionysus

New series started!

Roger is Ancient god of the grape-harvest, winemaking and wine🍷🍾🍇

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Queen’s fan club message, 1994.

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"Deacy" amp

#queen #roger taylor #brian may #freddie mercury #john deacon #deacy amp #deacy #I'M EMOTIONAL

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they had a disco ball for deaky’s song,,,,i’m not crying you are

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Virtues Uncounted, Part 6

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5

Series Pairings: Gwilym Lee x Reader, Joe Mazzello x Reader

Chapter Summary: The year is 1820, in the charming English village of Ashwick Heath. You are a young lady of distinction, rather bored during the long summer months in your family’s country estate. The only reprieve from this boredom is the handsome, if shy, Mr. Gwilym Lee, the youngest son of the noble family living adjacent to you, and his mysterious and brash American cousin, Mr. Mazzello. The aftermath of the surprise at Alexander’s dinner leaves your emotions swinging wildly between numbness and panic, and no one in your life seems to notice. A portrait-painting session gone wrong causes you to run into the arms of the last person in Ashwick Heath you would expect.

Chapter Warnings: Big Emo Angst, vaguely-alluded-to panic attack symptoms, cursing, a kiss…

Chapter Word Count: 5k

Author’s Note: Thank you all for being so patient with me these past two weeks, waiting for this next chapter. I’ve been in a not-so-good place for a few days, but getting myself into Reader’s shoes here has actually really helped me pull myself out of my own spiraling thoughts, so I am feeling better now! As always, big big big love to @sweet-ladyy and @o-holynight, my wonderful friends and beta-readers who are just the sweetest and most generous people on Earth. Also, a shoutout to the Discord for being my hypebeasts and sounding boards for this fic! You rock!  This is a work of fiction, and all place names and peerage titles are made up by me, for ease of writing. As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated, because they give me feedback! I love to hear your thoughts on the stories I write! Are you Team Gwilym or Team Joseph? Sound off in my inbox!

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You are numb.

Since the surprise engagement announcement two weeks ago, you have been trapped inside your own mind, like a canary in a cage. A beautiful little captive, wings clipped. An all-consuming fog of numbness has permeated your body, dulling your senses and clouding your feelings, making you feel as if you are floating miles above the fields of Ashwick Heath. You want to rage, to tear your hair out and scream, the air in your lungs searing red-hot as it leaves you with a mighty roar.

But you cannot. To challenge or break an engagement means assured social blacklisting and the gossip channels would flood their banks, saturating with slander about your infidelity or unsuitability. In most of these cases, the reputation of the gentleman involved can be rehabilitated, especially if he is wealthy and powerful enough, but the lady seldom recovers her previous virtuous status. You will be forever marked.

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Well damn, I didn't expect that

On The Frontline  Pt 8

WWIISoldier!Joe Mazzello x F!Reader, WWII!Gwilym Lee x F!Reader

Summary: Y/N heads to Chartres and reunites with Joe. Her heart is still with Gwilym but what happens when feelings start to resurface?

A/N: The plot thickens in this chapter as Joe makes more of an appearance. As always, feedback is always appreciated and adored.

Warnings: Swearing, there will be angst! Smut in future chapters

Read Part 1 Here Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Gif Credit: @ilygwilym @ahkmunrah

The next morning arrived and you were stood on the platform with Gwilym, waiting to board the train to Southampton.

“Here we are, platform 5” Gwilym smiles sadly, looking across the crowd before his eyes meet yours.

“I am going to miss you” you tell him and he sighs, pulling you close.

His cane drops on the floor with a clang and his arms wrap around your waist.

“I am going to miss you every damn day my darling” he kisses the side of your head.

“Promise me you will listen to the doctor” you prod his chest and he chuckles.

“Yes nurse Y/L/N” he shifts his arm and salutes.

You chuckle and feel your heart sink as you remember his face when you told him you had to go back to France.

“But we have only been home a couple of days” he frowns.

“I know but I can`t not go, they will court marshal me” you stroke his cheek, memorizing the details of his face to carry you through your separation.

“Is Joe still in Chartres?” he steps back, hurt flashing in his eyes at the prospect of you reuniting with the previous owner, albeit unaware owner, of your heart.

“Yes” you give him a short reply, eyes flicking to the faded carpet.

“Do you still love him?” Gwil seems to shrink into himself.

“I do but not in that way. He`s my best friend and he has made it clear he will never see me as anything more. You came into my life like a hurricane and swept away any notions my heart had of him. I love you” you reassure him.

“I love you too darling” he reaches for you and wraps his arms around you, struggling to keep his balance.

“Let`s head to bed, you`ll need your sleep before you head back to the frontline” he kisses the top of your head and calls for Nigel to help him upstairs.

That night, you sneak into Gwil`s room and sleep in his arms. He holds you, so close you hear his heartbeat, as if he`s afraid that once he let`s go, you`ll be gone forever.

“I`ll write to you” you promise and his eyes sadden, tracing the features of your face.

Your hand reaches up to caress his cheek and he leans into your touch, closing his eyes.

“I love you” he opens his eyes, the oceanic blue drowning you.

“I love you too” he leans his forehead against yours.

“I swear that I will marry you as soon as you step back on British soil” he reaches for your left hand and swipes his thumb over your ring.

“Not if your mother has anything to say about it” you laugh humorlessly.

“After last night, she has no say in who I marry and what I want. I want you Y/N my love” he pecks your lips.

The conductor calls for you to board your train and you press your lips to Gwil`s deepening the kiss.

His tongue sweeps across your bottom lip, requesting access and he kisses you like it`s the last time he will ever see you.

The passion and desperation evident in his little moan when you twist your hands in his perfectly styled hair, brylcreem staining your fingertips.

“Fuck I love you” he breathes against your lips and you giggle, your heart pounding.

“I`ll see you soon Mr Lee” you place one last sweet kiss on his lips and he smiles softly.

He watches you walk closer to the stairs, you refuse to turn back to look at him because you fear you will never leave.

As you near the train door, he quickly hops without his cane to catch up to you as you turn to face him.

“Gwil! you shouldn`t run, you know it`s-” you are cut off by his lips meeting yours again, his hands gripping your waist.

“See you soon Mrs Soon-To-Be-Lee” he kisses your cheek as he pulls away and you blush when you catch the eye of the conductor, who just smiles and shakes his head.

“Bye darling” he steps away and watches you head onto the train.

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Joe:

Okay HOW am I supposed to see this:

And not think:

#you are my daaad #YOU'RE MY DAD #boogie woogie woogie

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That damn concert...

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Freddie and roger being iconic and beautiful in drag

Edit: we can’t forget this iconic moment from roger

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blonde angel

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YES

Virtues Uncounted, Part 4

PART 1, PART 2, PART 3

Series Pairings: Gwilym Lee x Reader, Joe Mazzello x Reader

Chapter Summary: The year is 1820, in the charming English village of Ashwick Heath. You are a young lady of distinction, rather bored during the long summer months in your family’s country estate. The only reprieve from this boredom is the handsome, if shy, Mr. Gwilym Lee, the youngest son of the noble family living adjacent to you, and his mysterious and brash American cousin, Mr. Mazzello. The first ball of the season is held at Moorhead Park on a beautiful summer evening, where your dance card is quickly filled and you spend time with friends, new and old. Gwilym’s sour mood and Joseph’s proclivity for Madeira wine send the evening into a whirlwind of emotions. 

Chapter Warnings: Flirtation, alcohol consumption, angst, a kiss…

Chapter Word Count: 12.4k (oh my god)

Author’s Note: The ball has arrived! As always, I had so much fun writing this chapter and doing my research for the costumes and food and dancing. The fact that this chapter is so long….whew. Someday, I may learn to be concise but today is not that day. A huge shout-out to the Discord, and especially to @o-holynight for beta-reading and designing the moodboard (gorgeous as always)!  This is a work of fiction, and all place names and peerage titles are made up by me, for ease of writing. As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated, because they give me feedback! I love to hear your thoughts on the stories I write! Are you Team Gwilym or Team Joseph? Sound off in my inbox! 

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Most days, you spend very little time in front of your looking glass, just glancing briefly in the morning to tie your hair back and tuck it underneath a bonnet, if you are going out. As a fresh-faced look is en vogue, there is no need for daily cosmetics, except on those mornings when you wake up with an angry red spot on your forehead, begging to be covered in concealer.

Today, though, you swear you have stared in the mirror so long, you hardly recognize the face staring back at you. Margie has worked every kind of magic on your face and hair, spending hours twisting mounds of curls into the elegant updo you are now sporting, a few ringlets hanging down by your temples to frame your face. She has anointed your face with soft, perfumed creams and powders, which make your skin as luminous and smooth as a harvest moon. Your favorite shade of rouge has delicately been dabbed on your cheeks, warming your complexion and giving you the healthy glow that the magazines promise. With a final dusting of powder, Margie steps back, marveling at her creation.

“You look positively divine, Miss.”

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Thanks everyone for watching, like and reblog!

More arts with actors of “Bohemian Rhapsody” here.