#john somerset

[cpt-indigo]

mr john…. just finished the unexpected heiress & it’s for sure one of my faves!! the plot and mystery + mc’s relationship w her sister had me hooked and all the side characters were interesting :)

#playchoices #myart #the unexpected heiress #john somerset #indian john is the only option i’m sorry. his backstory makes so much sense that way 😭 #also a smart mc after all the newer books i’ve been diamond mining is a blessing 😭 #currently making my way through some old books i never finished so i can make my personal choices book tier list.. #also messing w some diff brushes! #enough rambling: i will be thinking of mr. john for the next week…

[playchoicesconfessions]

Sent by anonymous

‘john somerset's really got me twirling my hair, and the indian john sprite is gorgeous im literally obsessed’

POST/CONFESSIONS DO NOT REFLECT THE MOD’S PERSONAL OPINIONS!

#choices the unexpected heiress #the unexpected heiress #choices tuh #tuh #john somerset #playchoices #choices #choices stories you play #confessions #mod bruffle

[spacetravels]

yeah i did binge the unexpected heiress in like two sittings cuz free... john somerset the man that you are

#playchoices #choices #the unexpected heiress #john somerset #I CRIED AT THE WEDDING I WAS…. HELP!!!!!!!!! #did not help that literally yesterday i finally finished d&d3. my TEARS #me after marrying sinclaire going right to john romance . i was dying. #amaje art

[roseythorne]

sigh… i love them….

#playchoices #choices #choices game #the unexpected heiress #choices the unexpected heiress #choices tuh #choices john somerset #john somerset #choices stories you play #aurora hayes

[sleepingpillcorporation]

So in love with him right now

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choices game #john somerset #the unexpected heiress #John Somerset the unexpected heiress

[itlovesinthewoods]

Coming out as a John Somerset stan and will always be bitter how underrated TUH is.

#like it's the kind of book everyone likes well enough #a solid a tier book in everyone's opinion #but I'm fucking insane about this book like each time I see john somerset I'm screaming and running up walls and biting things #it's not that i just love him but also he is me and i am him #like not personality wise #but like indian john obviously like that's the only john there is (not just to me but generally) #his story is sooooo rooted in the fact he's desi and that's just everythibg to me #and the dichotomy between being someone who grew up else where but has lived in their home country and for years #belonging to both places and also neither #UGHHHHHH AJSJKDNDGEISNXY #tuh #the unexpected heiress #john somerset

[guinevere-of-smiths]

TUH FICLET: The American Problem

Story: The Unexpected Heiress

Length: 889 words

Pairing: John Somerset / Celeste Hayes (f!MC)

Warning: There be late-story spoilers, dead relatives and some angst.

Summary: A slight rewrite of chapter 14. In the original, after Celeste Hayes finds out Lord Huntsbury's secret, John just stands by as she storms off to confront him. In this version, he doesn't, even if it means watching the woman he is in love with having one of the worst moments of her life.

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Something was dreadfully wrong. John only had to catch one look at Celeste’s face, rushing past him out of the guest chamber, to be certain about that. Whatever had been left of the giddy mood their interlude on the balcony had caused evaporated in an instant.

And Celeste clearly had no intention of stopping to explain what the hell was going on.

“Celeste?” He took two quick steps to follow her. “What did you find?”

She just kept marching, like Nemesis on a war path. “I have some business to take care of.”

Oh no. No no no. One big lunge and he had a hold of her arm. Whatever she had found, she was about to rush headlong into something very, very foolish. He couldn’t let her do it. Not without an explanation. “Celeste, what was in there?”

“Unhand me at once!” For a woman of her stature, she was remarkably strong and nearly managed to rip her arm free from his hold. He quickly took hold of her other wrist, and only then noticed the letter and the photographs she was clutching, but had no time to dwell on the thought, as even finding her second arm caught didn’t make her cease struggling. Quite the reverse. If looks had been able to kill, he would have dropped dead on the spot. “John, let. Me. Go!”

„As soon as you tell me what the hell you think you are doing.” He gritted his teeth. Any moment, some servant, drawn by their voices, could stumble upon them. He took a deep breath to calm himself. “Celeste, we’re a team, remember? Talk to me. Please.”

“He killed my sister!” she spat. “To hide his own dirty secret! Is that answer enough for you?”

“Who killed your sister?”

“Lord Huntsbury! He took care of his ‘American problem’! What else could that possibly mean?” She was nearly howling, her face patchy with rage, her entire body trembling. John knew that mixture of wrath and desperation and grief all too well. Which was exactly the reason why he would be damned before he let her go. Instead, he opted to give her a gentle shake. He didn’t want to treat her roughly, but he couldn’t have her rush headlong into disaster, either.

“Celeste, think on this a moment. You can’t simply charge into the crowd and accuse Lord Huntsbury of murder, not unless you happen to have found a written confession.” He tried to catch her gaze, but she kept looking over her shoulder, still trying to jerk her arms from his grasp every so often. “I know you’re upset. He will pay, I swear to you. But it’s in no one’s interest if we lose our heads now.”

“Oh no, but I’d very much like that bastard to lose his head! And now let me go, or I’ll scream!”

“Celeste, listen to me. You know I’m on your side. You-”

„If you were really on my side, you wouldn’t waste time like his!” A shudder went through her at that, and as if some threshold had been crossed, her strength seemed to wane, and she stopped struggling against him. Her eyes glistened in the electric light. “He murdered her, John,” she whispered. “She somehow found out that he had an affair and was paying the woman off and for that, he got her out of the way.”

It was a lucky coincidence that Celeste had finally calmed herself by then; in his shock, John’s hold got so slack that she could have easily freed herself from it. “Huntsbury did what?“

“Here.” She moved the hand holding the letter and the photographs. “Take them. I promise I won’t run.” She was still shaking, hugging herself as soon as he had let go of her wrists and instead taken the documents from her. For a moment, he was about to drop them and gather her into his arms, holding her until it was all better, but she was right: they didn’t have time to waste.

It took him only a few seconds to skim the contents of the letter, and then he looked at the pictures, which showed Lord Huntsbury, happy with a woman that definitely wasn’t the Marchioness. Other pictures showed the same woman with a baby in her arms. Oh Lord Huntsbury, you idiot. He read the letter again, pressing his lips together to keep himself from cursing.

“That does sound as if we should have a word with Lord Huntsbury.” He sought Celeste’s eye. “Or even better, take it to the police before he finds out that we know about this.”

She shook her head as if in a trance. “We don’t know whether he has the police in his pocket. And we can’t let him disappear and destroy evidence tonight.”

At least she was starting to think again. He took that as a good sign. It wasn’t as if he could blame her; the Lord alone knew how much he wanted the man to suffer for what Amelia’s murder had done to Francis, his parents and to her. “We will have to involve the police at some point, Celeste. I hate to admit it, but we can’t play judge, jury and executioner.”

Struggling for countenance, she took a breath and met his gaze. “What do you suggest?”

#the unexpected heiress #john somerset #celeste hayes #pixelberry #choices #choices stories you play #playchoices #my fanfic

[griffinsabina]

#playchoices #my choices #the elementalists 2 #the elementalists #the unexpected heiress #lillian hayes #john somerset #griffin langley #tuh mc #te mc #sabrina spellman

[storyofmychoices]

SpreadJoy #739: spreading positivity with quotes and @playchoices characters.

Quote in edit by Charlotte Freeman

#mr john somerset #john somerset #the unexpected heiress #choices #playchoices #choices game #spreadjoy #choices spreadjoy #spreadjoy request #charlotte freeman

[farizrz]

List all MC and Lis who use type body male adventurer

- Human MC Blades/DS

- Sam D. (TNA)

- John S. (TUH)

- Cassidy C. (RT)

- Attorney (Surrender)

- Trystan Thorne (CoP)

- Clarke (TPS)

- Nate (Sunkissed)

#playchoices #choices stories you play #choicesgame #choices game #choicesstoriesyouplay #play choices #blades of light and shadow #the nanny affair #the unexpected heiress #rising tides #surrender choices #crimes of passion #the princess swap #sunkissed #sam dalton #john somerset #cassidy carhart #reagan thorne #trystan thorne

[kissmeawake]

And the Sky Was Blazing Scarlet

Prologue: A Call to Arms

Pairing: John Somerset x Mc

TW: None

Rating: T

Word Count: 1.047

Notes: And here we go with the prologue! You should probably know that I’ve changed MC’s surname from Hayes to Fitzgerald, simply because I like it better and think that it’s a typical 1920’s surname. Other than that everything’s the same. I‘m really so excited to finally share this. I hope you enjoy it and feel free to leave a like and a comment, I’d really appreciate it!

And the Sky Was Blazing Scarlet - Masterlist

John

August, 1914

Windcroft Manor

It had been a hot day and the butler, Mr. Barnes, had opened the windows of the dining room wide, letting in some evening air, the white curtains billowing in the cool breeze and the candles on the table flickering from time to time.

“I couldn´t positively endure this heat every day!”, Vivian Somerset exclaimed, fanning her slightly sweaty face exaggeratedly with a dainty handkerchief. The Dowager Viscountess of Ashbourne had been born in the late 1820s to very wealthy and influential nobles in the grey North of England and therefore liked to proclaim that rainstorms and bitter winds were in her blood, that sunshine and warmth were for mollycoddles and sissies and that she would probably never fully adjust to the summers at Windcroft. She was a sturdy old lady, proud and headstrong, fond of traditions, full of opinions on all kinds of topics and people and very much not afraid to voice her thoughts and beliefs, thank you very much.

“Well, Mama”, Theodore Somerset, her oldest son, chuckled and took another sip from his red wine, his cheeks slightly flushed from the heat and the alcohol. “Some people do like these climates”.

“Quite right”, his wife Blythe added, an amused smile on her pink lips. As she turned her head towards her mother-in-law her carefully arranged curls bobbed slightly with the movement and her earrings sparkled in the light of the grande chandelier suspended over the table. “Why, I talked to Lady Hawthorne last week and she told me that she and her husband Edward were going to visit friends in Italy and that she hopes to get a tan”.

“Hopes?”.

“Yes, indeed”.

“This world is really going down the drain”, the Dowager mumbled, shaking her head and scowling at the filet mignon on her plate as if it had somehow caused these terrible, terrible changes.

John Somerset, the exceptionally handsome young gentleman sitting in the chair opposite her, only smiled at the scandalized expression on her face. It was not that he agreed with her, not at all, but that he knew better than many, maybe better than anyone, that a kind and caring heart was hidden underneath that sharp tongue and behind those judgemental eyes. Although John had been adopted by Lord and Lady Ashbourne when he had just been a child, the Dowager had never treated him less than Francis, the timid and quiet boy the then still very young and freshly married Lady Ashbourne had birthed on a warm September morning in 1882. Indeed, Vivian Somerset, whom everybody had believed to not endorse the adoption of some child whose father had been a good-for-nothing, a drinker and a player, had always had a soft spot for John, was very fond of his wit, his dry humour and his sense of adventure and loved him dearly. And John had to confess that, as a young boy who had lost his whole family, who had had nothing and had been all alone in the world, he had practically revelled in her undivided attention, acutely aware of her kind but disinterested demeanour towards Francis and revelling in that too. It had been selfish and ungrateful and he had often felt ashamed for it, but he had read in a book once that feelings were independent creatures and quite impossible to influence or control. It was something he was reminded of when the same feeling bubbled up in his heart now as he met his grandmother´s eyes over the table and she winked at him with a small, intimate smile on her lips.

“John, my dear, have you received any correspondence from Evelyn?”, she asked him, smiling softly.

Evelyn Somerset was the second daughter of a wealthy American industrialist - Cole Fitzgerald, a gentleman who had made his fortune in the electric power industry - and she also happened to be John´s wife. She was a lively young woman, openminded and worldly, her green eyes sparkling with intelligence, wonder and a hint of mischief. At this very moment, however, she was in New York, visiting her family at their fancy townhouse in Carnegie Hill and celebrating her half-brother Devon´s birthday. Maybe it was silly, but John missed her terribly and was already very much looking forward to the day he would be waiting for her at the pier in Plymouth, leaning against the gleaming car, his eyes trained on the horizon. He smiled at the thought.

“I have”, he said, taking a sip from his whiskey, the ice cubes clinking against the glass. “Actually, I -”.

Suddenly, the doors were opened and Mr. Barnes stepped inside, looking pale and harried.

“Pardon the intrusion, Lord Ashbourne, but you have received a very important telegram”, he mumbled, his voice shaking slightly, and presented a small white envelope to the Viscount with a gracious bow. John briefly wondered at Barnes´s behaviour, who was usually aloof and professional, but he guessed that it was probably the heat, noticing his glistening forehead and his heavy breathing.

Theodore Somerset thanked the butler, accepted the telegram with a frown and opened the envelope, retrieving the letter and unfolding it. As he read whatever was written on the paper inside, his eyes moving quickly from left to right and back again, his face became very pale and his lips opened slightly in shocked disbelieve. John studied his father with concern. The Viscount was usually a calm and good-natured man, with an optimism, a self-assurance and good faith that go hand in hand with a life without many worries or discomforts, so whatever news he had received must be of a very serious manner indeed.

“What is it, Father?”, asked John´s brother Francis, who was sitting on his left and who had been very quiet during the dinner, staring at his untouched food with a melancholy expression in his warm eyes that had become so ordinary for him in the last year.

Lord Ashbourne startled slightly at the words, meeting the eyes of his family, who were all staring at him anxiously. He cleared his throat, obviously trying and failing to compose himself, and when he finally spoke his voice was a hoarse whisper.

“We are at war with Germany”.

#pixelberry #choices stories you play #choices you play #choices #playchoices #the unexpected heiress #tuh #john somerset #francis somerset #gemma montjoy #hugh crawford #john somerset x mc #fanfiction #fanfic #choices fanfiction #choices fanfic #playchoices fanfiction #playchoices fanfic #andtheskywasblazingscarlett

[she-x-wolf]

He's my bestie, he knows what's up.

#francis somerset #the unexpected heiress #lillian hayes #john somerset #playchoices #pixelberry #choices tuh

[garrusknight]

who was your Li in Bloodbound? And in Unexpected Heiress? Which Adrian Raines sprite and John Ashbourne sprite did you chose?

In Bloodbound my main LI was Adrian (I chose Black Adrian) but in an open relationship with him. I also had Jax and Vlad as friends with benefits lol. (In my head canon where in my version of the game Jax survived at the end I shipped Jax and Nikhil as a couple.)

I still haven't played The Unexpected Heiress but might get to it eventually. If I played I would probably romance John and choose the South Asian version of him.

#bloodbound #the unexpected heiress #adrian raines #john somerset #playchoices #choices #anon asks #asks

[nerdside]

SE7EN (1995) dir. David Fincher

#se7en #se7en (1995) #se7en edit #film edit #movie edit #brad pitt #morgan freeman #kevin sp #john doe #david mills #william somerset maugham #whats in the box #filmgifs #david fincher #mine #my edit #seven

[guinevere-of-smiths]

John Somerset + Names

One thing I really like about MC's relationship with John (regardless of whether it is romantic or platonic) are the moments when the ways he addresses her seem deliberate. While he does call her by her first name before the garden party (and calls her Miss Hayes afterwards), him deliberately using her first name there after she helped him out with Earl Tully and he opened up a bit felt like a turning point in their relationship after they were so unsure what to make of each other in chapters 1 - 3, especially considering his formal (and appropriate) address of her in chapter 1. And him calling her 'my future Lady Ashbourne' (because they finally have a future together) and 'my love' (love me some terms of endearment) is just heartwarming.

...Altough I'm still of the opinion that him becoming the heir makes NO sense either from a 'that is not how inheriting titles works' or from a character/thematic perspective and I'll continue to joyfully ignore it in my own canon, but that is a rant for another day. Him being happy that she's really his partner in life now is still cute.

I just love how he goes from curious yet formal to slowly opening up and becoming fond of her to completely and utterly in love, and how it shows in those small, throwaway moments.

#the unexpected heiress #playchoices #john somerset #(repost because I messed up the formatting before)

[ferrarrii]

Most normal guy named David

#se7en #se7en (1995) #brad pitt #david mills #he is literally me #kitten!! hes so adorkable!! #silly litte detective man #nothing bad ever happened to him I swear! #i literally am him you don't understand hes so me!! #silly #gay #tragic little man:3 #idk what else to tag #william somerset #detective mills #detective somerset #john doe