#dieter x bryony

[trulybetty]

18 x heart candies | dieter x ofc

prompt: rainbow pairing: dieter x bryony (ofc) word count: 508 warnings: fluff, dad!dieter, underage gambling 😉 summary: this is the definition of write for yourself first 🦛

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Dieter finished separating the chalky candies apart from one another, each into their corresponding colour-matched piles.

He sat cross-legged, his focus entirely on the tiny opponent across from him. Baby Fi, with her tousled dark hair and wide smile, was the spitting image of Dieter, her eyes just as bright and mischievous.

“Alright Fi,” Dieter said, watching as his daughter mirrored his concentration as she picked up one of the candy hearts, squinting at the faded words before placing it in front of her. “I’ll raise you three pink hearts.” he picked three pink hearts from his stash as he instructed the toddler with the seriousness of a high-stakes gambler.

Fi looked at her pile of candy, “Four, tree, one!” She exclaimed as she picked each candy heart and placed them in the centre of the table with Dieter’s.

He laughed, “That's... not quite how it works, but we’ll work on it.”

Dieter was about to remind Fi to show her cards when Bryony emerged from her office, flipping through paperwork as she made her way across the living room. She stopped in her tracks upon the sight of the makeshift poker set up on the little table intended for toddlers.

Dieter glanced up, catching Bryony's eye and with a conspiratorial grin, he whispered to Fi, “Alright, mon petit con artist, time for our secret weapon.”

Fi's face lit up as she stood, wobbly on her little legs her ever-present stuffed hippo in her hands, and toddled over to Bryony. 

“Happy Vawentines!” she exclaimed, her words were jumbled but clear enough in their intent as she threw herself at Bryony, wrapping her arms around her legs.

Bryony shot Dieter a look as she scooped up her daughter into her arms, “Cariad, that’s very sweet of you, happy valentines to you too.” she pressed a kiss to the toddler's forehead, “Daddy seems to be teaching you some interesting maths?”

Dieter rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish look on his face, “Well, you know, just trying to make learning fun.”

Bryony rolled her eyes, “My little heart-stealer. You've got your daddy's charm, that's for sure.”

Dieter feigned innocence, “I have no idea what you mean my love,” but the smirk on his lips told a different story.

Bryony scoffed with a laugh, “She's a mini-you, and not just in looks. Using her cuteness as a distraction—now where could she possibly have learned that?”

With a mock gasp, Dieter placed a hand over his heart. “Are you suggesting I would stoop to such underhanded tactics my love?”

“Stoop? You practically invented them,” Bryony teased.

Dieter rose to his feet, sweeping Fi into his arms from Bryony, “Guilty as charged. But can you blame me? Look at this face,” he said, gesturing to Fi's grinning face, a mirror image of his own.

Bryony laughed, shaking her head. “No, I can't blame you. But let's put a pause on the candy poker for now? At least until she’s old enough to legally bet and you’ve finally bankrupted us on the farm.”

#x29 valentines #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo x ofc #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic

[wildemaven]

Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday yesterday 💞 It was so lovely to read through those messages!!

Also, thank you to @gnpwdrnwhiskey & @trulybetty for taking the time to collectively write an amazing fic, tying all of our Dieter’s and their ladies together in one amazing universe!!

Birthdays, Besties & Bravos

Also, my husband made it up to me this morning 😉😉

💞Thank you to all you amazing people for makin a girl feel special💞

#✨wildemaven turns 37✨ #dieter x poppy #dieter x Ava #dieter x Bryony #the bravo multiverse of my dreams

[rhoorl]

March Fic Rec Madness Masterlist

I was so excited to see the March Fic Madness challenge by @the-blind-assassin-12! I was a bit out of practice saving my links since I haven’t been doing my weekly updates for a few months now, but I think I captured everything! I feel a bit short of the target of 63, but I came in around 40. But given the month I’ve had, I’m pretty proud of it.

Here are my recs from March organized by characters with one-shots/drabbles first, followed by series/collections. (Please check individual warnings). Enjoy!

Dieter Bravo

Easy Like Sunday Morning by @gnpwdrnwhiskey

The Lovesick Lines by @sinpathyforthedevilish

Frankie Morales

A Debt to Pay by @undercoverpena

Imbued by @morallyinept

In the Locker Room by @undercoverpena

Nights Out by @frenchiereading

Right on Cue by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin

What Have I Done by @trulybetty

Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels 

Losin’ You by @wildemaven

Javi Gutierrez

Door Number Three by @morallyinept

Joel Miller

Breakfast is Served by @maggiemayhemnj

Clothing Optional by @pimosworld

Touch by @morallyinept 

He Sees You by @maggiemayhemnj

Honey, I Won’t Be Home by @trulybetty

Lucien Flores

Azalea by @morallyinept

Chained by @5oh5

Nicotine Kiss by @maggiemayhemnj

Not Without You by @musings-of-a-rose

Two Pack Habit & A Motel Tan by @trulybetty

Lucien Flores x Dieter Bravo x Reader

On the Verge of a Usual Mistake by @gasolinerainbowpuddles

Clint from Freaky Tales

A New Life by @musings-of-a-rose

Series / Collections

Dieter Bravo x OFC Bryony Chiffon by @trulybetty Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Closed Sets

Dieter Bravo x OFC Natalia: Destiny & Deliverance by @mysterious-moonstruck-musings Chapter 29, Chapter 30, Epilogue

Dieter Bravo x OFC Emily: Late Night Talking by @all-the-things-2020 Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

Frankie Morales x f!Reader: Do Me Yourself by @undercoverpena 4. Green Smoke, 5. Pepper Red, 6. Morning Coffee,  7. Honey Cream

Frankie Morales x OFC Jude: Adrift With You by @morallyinept Chapter 8,  Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11

Quiet Moments by @secretelephanttattoo Mine (Joel Miller), Southern Nights (Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels)

x29 Valentines by @trulybetty Love Languages (Frankie Morales)  Pink Cadillac (Jack ‘Whiskey’ Daniels)

#marchficmadness24 #pedro pascal characters #dieter bravo #lucien flores #joel miller #frankie morales

[nerdieforpedro]

Nerdie’s Fic Picks - Volume Six!

All fanfics on this list are for readers age 18 and up, please respect the author's tags, warnings and notes as they're there so you know what's in them. YOU are in charge of your own reading experience!

Main fic recommendation list

1. two pack habit & a motel tan by @trulybetty (Frankie morales x f reader)

2. Door Number Three by @morallyinept (Javi G and reader)

3. El Punto de Olvidarte (Part three of Mejor Sin Ti) by @fhatbhabie (Javi P and female reader featuring asshole Joel Miller)

4. Cave In by @javierssunglasses (Jack Daniels x f reader)

5. Bloody Kisses - Part One - Less than zero by @perotovar (Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Tim Rockford)

6. going to make you sweat by @undercoverpena (Javier Peña x f reader)

7. To the Flame chapter 10 by @pedroshotwifey (dark Javier Peña x f reader)

8. Tension by @notjustjavierpena (Javier Peña x f reader)

9. Taurus by @magpiepills (Joel Miller x f reader)

10. 18 x heart candies by @trulybetty (Dieter Bravo x Bryony - ofc)

11. Cruel Summer by @fhatbhabie (Dieter Bravo x plus size reader)

12. Respected by @kteague (Javier Peña x reader - Diosa) SA warning

13. Dámalo by @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin (Javier Peña x f reader)

14. Salty Sweet by @pedroshotwifey (Javier Peña x plus size female reader)

15. Scandal by @wannab-urs (Dieter Beavo x f reader)

16. My Girl by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Din Djarin x f reader)

17. Masterpiece by @morallyinept (Dieter Bravo x f reader)

18. Fairy Gold by @julesonrecord (Ezra - Cali Gold Rush AU x f reader)

19. For the Record by @wannab-urs (Dieter Bravo x f reader)

20. Imagine (Drabble) by @bonezone44 (Ezra x Frankie Morales

21. Sanctuary by @fhatbhabie (Dieter Bravo x plus size f reader - wife)

22. Like Real People Do by @fhatbhabie (Frankie Morales x reader)

23. Love’s a weed: new dress drabble by @tinytinymenace (Frankie Morales x Ruby - OFC)

24. Mine by @toomanystoriessolittletime (Din Djarin x f reader)

25. Breakfast is Served by @maggiemayhemnj (Joel Miller x reader)

26. IRL part three @han_shot_first by @grogusmum (Javier Gutierrez x plus size f reader)

27. bloody kisses — part two: i don't wanna be me by @perotovar (Shane “Dio” Morrissey x Tim Rockford)

28. Longing by @creedslove (Javier Peña x f reader)

29. Cherry Wine by @julesonrecord DDNE (Jack Daniels x wife reader)

30. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 1 First Contact by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

31. Should’ve Stayed Bored by @pedroshotwifey (Chump Joel Miller x f reader

32. To The Flame chapter 11 by @pedroshotwifey (Dark Javier Peña x f reader)

33. Que Creías? by @fhatbhabie (Marcus Pike x plus size female reader)

34. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 2 Juniper Cottage by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

35. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 3 Making Breakfast by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthing f reader)

36. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 4 Freaking Out, On The Outside by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

37. A Galaxy Far Far Away au: Part 5 Di’kut by @grogusmom (Din Djarin x Earthling f reader)

38. The Wolf & The Lamb by @morallyinept (Dave York x plus size female reader)

39. A Work of Art by @boliv-jenta (Lucien Flores x f reader)

40. Roommates 1 You’re Joking right? By @punkshort (pornstar Joel x f reader)

Happy reading everyone! Remember to like and reblog all these amazing writers' fics. 🥰

#Nerdie’s fic pics #fic recs #fanfiction recommendation #pedro pascal characters #fanfiction #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #din djarin #joel miller #dieter bravo #frankie morales #nerdie fic rec #the mandalorian #lucien flores #dave york #jack daniels #tim rockford #shane morrissey #Javier Peña #javier gutierrez

[trulybetty]

01 x love letter - dieter bravo x ofc

prompt: love letter pairing: dieter x bryony (ofc) word count: 397 warnings: just some fluff, domesticity, bad mornings & mentions of husbandry summary: a bad morning made better by an unexpected valentine

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Bryony’s frustration only grew when she attempted to forcefully close the car door shut in a fit of anger. However, the door wouldn't close properly, bouncing back open when it turned out the seatbelt had somehow gotten caught between the frame and the door.

In a cry of frustration, she finally managed to release the seatbelt and slammed the car door shut. She tossed her purse and tote onto the passenger seat, not giving a care when several of her files slid out onto the floor.

The morning she had woken up to was far from the one she had planned for.

Taking a deep breath, trying to calm the raging storm inside her, Bryony put the key into the ignition, only for her to realize she'd left her sunglasses in the house. Or so she thought. Frantically patting down the seats and digging through the glove compartment yielded nothing, and just as she was about to explode, she pulled down the visor, and out tumbled her sunglasses along with a single daffodil and what looked like a crumpled dry cleaning ticket.

She picked up the slightly crumpled paper, unfurling it to see Dieter’s unmistakable scrawl across it in Sharpie. ‘I love you, Happy Valentine’s Day!’ it read followed by a crude sketch of a pair of breasts and what she assumed was supposed to be Dieter’s face between them.

Bryony couldn't help but laugh out loud, the stress of the morning melting away as the anger that had been a weight on her chest turned into the beginning of a warm feeling that spread through her chest. It was there in that moment that she wished Dieter himself was there, and not miles away across the country on a media tour for his newest movie.

The day was still a mess. The rejection from the studio stung, and the incident with the baby goat was far from amusing. As if that wasn't enough, her brand new white shirt would need to be dry cleaned after Clyde, said baby goat, living up to his name, attempted to escape and spilled her hot coffee all over it. His partner in crime, Bonnie, had the good sense to return to the pen when she saw Bryony coming.

But somehow, with this little unexpected surprise from Dieter, the day felt like it held just a little hope of turning around.

#x29 valentines #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter x bryony #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic

[trulybetty]

09 x rainbow - dieter bravo x ofc

prompt: rainbow pairing: dieter x bryony (ofc) word count: 444 warnings: fluff, allergies, flowers, dieter being dieter summary: going back to the first valentines dieter and bryony spent together and maybe an origin story for his love of hippos... maybe 😏

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Bryony sneezed again as Dieter scrambled to collect the rainbow assorted bouquet and try to find a spot far enough away that would stop Bryony from not only sneezing, but her eyes from streaming.

Dieter looked crestfallen as Bryony wiped at her watery eyes, thankful for waterproof mascara. “You didn't have this reaction when I brought you those daffodils.”

Bryony sneezed again, “I read once that they don't really give off that much pollen,” she sniffed, “so there's less chance of a reaction.”

Dieter slid close the door to the tiny balcony of his modest New York apartment. While his theatre work was consistent, the pay was not always on par with the demand his name sought off-Broadway. 

“All the more reason to bring you daffodils then, hey Daff?”

Bryony gave him a wide smile despite her watery eyes and sneezes, welcoming him back to the sofa where he lay across it, head in her lap.

“Shouldn't I be the one being tended to?” she asked, her fingers finding a home in his hair automatically.

Dieter sighed as her manicured nails scratched at his scalp, catching the curls at the nape of his neck he'd allowed to grow in for his latest production.

“Can't you see I'm bereft that you've flown thousands of miles to see me only for me to cause you such discomfort?” he replied, closing his eyes and sinking deeper into the comfort of her touch. “On Valentine's Day of all days too. I need consoling Daff.”

Bryony pushed away the knowledge that this was a fly-in visit, that she'd have to fly back to London in two days. Before Dieter, she'd never have indulged in something as impromptu as dropping everything to fly to New York for a four-day visit for some guy. But then again, Dieter was not any guy.

Bryony looked up and looked around the apartment, before settling on his newest addition to his art collection, “So explain to me again why you've got a painting of a hippo?” she asked, trying to suppress another sneeze.

Dieter's eyes fluttered open, and he turned to follow her gaze. “Bibi,” he said with a fond smile. “She's the hippo from the Cincinnati Zoo. Remember when I did that series of shows in Ohio at the beginning of the year for Lloyd?” Bryony nodded, “I visited the zoo, and ended up hanging out at the hippo enclosure. There was something about her. Just so... content in her hippo-ness. It struck a chord with me.”

Bryony couldn't help but chuckle at the sentimental look on his face. “Only you could find a kindred spirit in a hippo,” she teased, “Did you take an edible beforehand by chance?”

#x29 valentines #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo x ofc #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic

[trulybetty]

dec' 23 x fairy lights

Prompt: fairy lights Pairing: dieter x ofc!bryony Word Count: 525 Warnings: dim byd (nada) Summary: Dieter is no stranger to scandal, it's been a cornerstone of his career on many occasions. It's just not often, if ever, that it includes Bryony. AO3: Linked

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Bryony had put down the phone with Pierce, Dieter’s manager five minutes previously. It had been a tense conversation. Dieter was no stranger to scandal, water off a duck’s back - but now it was involving Bryony and it prickled at her that her name was being dropped in gossip forums and checkout rags. Pierce was helping keep the journalists at bay and Rosie, Dieter’s publicist was the one fielding the calls and issuing no comment.

But just as Rosie had reiterated, no comment wasn’t going to buy them much time any longer. If they were going to control the narrative then they needed to come out as a united front and stay ahead of the rumours.

Bryony pinched the bridge of her nose and tried to practice the breathing techniques her therapist had talked her through the week before. 

“There you are!” Bryony opened her eyes to see Dieter walk into the kitchen, iPad in hand, “It just came through.”

Bryony’s shoulders tensed, “And?”

“Come look,” he said, beckoning her over to where he had set up the iPad on the counter.

Bryony took a look at her phone which was flashing again with more messages and missed call notifications, and flipped it over leaving it behind as she headed to join Dieter.

Dieter stepped back, admiring the image that filled the screen of his iPad, “That,” he said, his voice full of quiet excitement, “should be our Christmas card this year,” he looked to Bryony, his eyes searching hers, eager in the hope she hadn’t changed her mind. 

Bryony cocked her head to the side, she wanted to comment on it, but for once she couldn’t disagree with Dieter, “I think you might be right.” she conceded.

Dieter clutched at his chest and let out a dramatic gasp, “Is that Bryony Bravo née Morgan agreeing with meee???”

Bryony rolled her eyes as her fingers pinched and expanded on the screen, zooming in on the photo, “Don't let it go to your head.” she chided as she looked over the photo again, biting her lip, “You think people are ready for this? Are we ready to have this out there?” The vulnerability behind her words was palpable.

He exhaled, the levity in his voice giving way to something more serious. “Well, I was ready to keep this to ourselves. But we both agreed with Rosie that we need to stay one step ahead of anyone making a scandal of this.” He sat down next to Bryony at the kitchen island, his chin coming to rest gently on her shoulder, looking down at the iPad again, “anyway, of all the scandals I’ve had, this is one of the tamer ones.”

Bryony sniffed and brushed a tear away as she let out a laugh, “This is true, I just wanted to hold on to this for a little longer.” 

Dieter squeezed her hand as she zoomed out of the photo for the full view. There, amidst the ethereal twinkle of fairy lights, wearing a tiny Santa hat that was way too big and with tiny fingers clutching the fur of a stuffed hippo, was Baby Girl Bravo.

#december x 500 #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x ofc!bryony #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[trulybetty]

dec' x 21 - wrapping paper

Prompt: wrapping paper Pairing: dieter x ofc!bryony Word Count: 993 Warnings: domestic fluff, tiny bit of French you can Google translate if you wish, it's also dieter - he has his own warnings Summary: Dieter and Bryony put up the tree - nothing much else to it. I was inspired heavily by one of @wildemaven's moodboards for this! AO3: Linked

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A/N: still not well, but have enough whereabouts to post what's already written over the next couple of days, so if you're following along at home - enjoy!

Dieter, with a flourish, finished draping the last strands of tinsel around a gold-framed black and white portrait of Dolly Parton, one of many that decorated the living room wall. It brought a touch of kitsch to the holiday decor that was already out and filling the living room.

“Dieter, there’s tinsel everywhere” Bryony laughed, plucking a stray piece from her hair.

“It’s Christmas Daff,” he offered up as if explanation enough, “If tinsel isn’t sticking to you by the end of it, have you even decorated?” he retorted.

Dieter, ever the enthusiast for the festive season, had already placed the giant nutcracker hippos on the driveway, much to Bryony’s chagrin. “Every time I see those monstrosities,” she had muttered more than once, “I have dreams of running them down with my car.” She knew she’d never actually do it – partly because of the security cameras, and partly because deep down, they were a bizarre but endearing part of their Christmas traditions now.

But mostly because of the security cameras.

The tree stood tall and grand in the corner of the room, its branches bare and awaiting adornment. Boxes of decorations lay open at their feet, a mishmash of colours and styles, each with its own story. No real theme present, just an eclectic mix of both of their tastes.

Bryony with her elegant and timeless decor complimented Dieter’s ostentatious rainbow of decorations ranging from vintage baubles to a rubber duck dressed as Elvis.

Bryony picked up a bauble, inspecting it with a smile. “Do you remember this one?” she asked, holding up the glittery ornament. “We got it at that Christmas market in Cardiff.”

Dieter raised a pointed eyebrow, “How could I forget? You spent twenty minutes deciding between that one and another one that looked exactly the same.”

Then, Dieter reached into a box and pulled out a series of hippo-themed decorations. “Ah, the pièce de résistance,” he declared, holding them up for Bryony to see.

She groaned playfully. “No not the hippos again, please? Can we have a reprieve this year?”

He gasped dramatically, “Bryony Morgan, it's tradition!" he said in a very rare instance of using her full name as she rolled her eyes.

“Fine.” she conceded, not that she’d have any real say as three hippos had already graced the tree in the time it’d taken her to object.

Finally, the tree was a riot of colours, lights, and memories—every ornament had its place, and every light twinkled in merriment. Dieter stepped back, a satisfied grin on his face.

“Now for the passementerie,” he declared.

The sound of rustling paper drew Bryony's attention. Dieter had disappeared for a moment, only to return with an armful of gifts, each wrapped in paper that was undeniably Dieter—bright, bold, and bordering on the obscene.

Bryony eyed the wrapping paper warily as Dieter began placing the gifts under the tree. “Dieter, what is on that wrapping paper?”

He looked up, an impish grin on his face. “Oh, you know, just some tasteful nudes. Quite artistic, really.”

Bryony squinted at the paper, “Artistic?” she asked as she got an eyeful of a black and white sketched erect penis with holly framing its balls. 

Dieter beamed with pride. “It's a festive little number I found online. Quite avant-garde, don't you think?”

“This is for my gifts?” she asked, wondering why she was even questioning it.

“Who else?” he chuckled, placing a particularly large gift front and center, two large breasts framed the centre of the gift above a bright pink bow. “Only the best for you, Daff,” Dieter replied, winking at her.

Before Bryony could formulate a response, something caught her eye. Hanging among the branches, nestled between the lights and tinsel, was a small Cartier box, its red hue unmistakable. She hadn’t noticed it when they were finishing up the tree, she was sure she wouldn’t have missed it.

“Dieter, what's this?” she asked, her voice suddenly soft.

He came up behind her, his chin resting on her shoulder. 

“Oh, that old thing?” Dieter feigned nonchalance, but the twinkle in his voice betrayed his excitement. “Just a little something for you.”

Bryony’s voice caught in the back of her throat, it was a box big enough to be any number of things. The whispers of the tinsel seemed to quieten as she unhooked the box, her mind racing with the possibilities of what lay inside.

Dieter's presence behind her was a solid reassurance, his breath warm against her ear as he whispered, “Go on, open it.”

She glanced back at him, searching his eyes for a clue. “Dieter, this isn't…” Her voice trailed off, the unspoken question hanging between them.

He shook his head, a gentle smile softening his features. “Not yet,” he said with a quiet conviction that made her heart skip a beat. “But when the time comes, and it will, it's going to be everything you deserve and more.”

With deliberate care, Bryony opened the box, she let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding. Inside lay a delicate necklace, its simplicity and elegance a stark contrast to the vibrant chaos of their Christmas tree. It was beautiful – a classic and understated piece. While the exact opposite of Dieter, much like Bryony herself, so very much him in its thoughtfulness.

“Wow–I don’t know what to say,” she managed to breathe out.

“Well that’s a first for you Daff.”

She fixed him with a look before tracing the outline of the solo square diamond that hung delicately on the white gold chain, “It’s beautiful Dieter, thank you.”

Dieter's hand lifted to cradle her jaw, his thumb tracing her cheek. “Just like you mon chéri.”

Bryony lifted her hair as she allowed him to clasp the necklace around her throat, the cool weight of it felt like a comfort as he adjusted it to sit just right.

Dieter leaned in, his forehead resting against hers. “Merry Christmas, Bryony,” he murmured.

#december x 500 #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x ofc!bryony #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[trulybetty]

oct' 02 x apple scent

Prompt: apple scent Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 908 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, mentions of food, implications of alcohol, Dieter's shameless flirting, hints at spice, but it goes no spicier than cinnamon for our favourite trash panda. this is fluff Summary: set who knows when in the Chiffon universe, slice of domesticity for one of my favourite character pairings

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The day had been long, too long.

The kind that sucked every ounce of energy out of you and still demanded more

The meetings were relentless, back to back, and some simultaneously both in person and over Zoom. By the time Bryony had closed the door to her office and waved good-bye to Tim at security she was well and truly drained. 

The only thought that kept her going was the sanctuary of her sofa and the blissful idea that she could go completely off the grid until ten the next morning.

As she pushed open the heavy front door of home, her senses were instantly flooded with the comforting aroma of apples and cinnamon. Already halfway out of her jacket and kicking off her heels before the door had closed behind her, she called out into the house, “Dieter!” Her belongings dropped unceremoniously in the hallway as she headed toward the source of the scent.

In the kitchen, Dieter was busily putting the finishing touches on a home-cooked dinner, an apron wrapped around his waist.

The sight was enough to bloom the first genuine smile she’d had since she had left him reluctantly in bed that morning with his promise of an evening of just the two of them. But Bryony’s overrun day had put a shot to that, she was home three hours later than she was supposed to. It was just as dark out as it was when she’d left that morning.

“It really is infuriating how good you are at this stuff.” Bryony commented, wrapping her arms around him from behind.

“Jealous Daff?” Dieter quipped, turning to catch her in an embrace.

She raised an eyebrow. “No,” she grumbled but melted into the warmth of his arms, feeling the tension of the day drain away. “It’s like I have my own little Stepford wife.”

Dieter chuckled, “Ah, but unlike them, I come with added benefits.”

As she surveyed the kitchen, she had to admit: Domesticity looked good on him. She had wondered how he would fare taking a hiatus from acting, but he seemed to be thriving. She playfully reached for a piece of the pie's crust, only to be swatted away.

“Ah-ah,” Dieter swatted her hand away, winking, “good things come to those who wait.”

“Okay, fine,” she held up her hands in defeat, “I’ll wait.”

Dieter smirked and handed her a generously filled glass. The bubbles fizzed around the lime garnish and ice. She didn't need to taste it to know what it was. “Thank you, I appreciate it,” she said, taking a sip.

Throwing the dishcloth he'd been holding over his shoulder, Dieter's broad shoulders became even more pronounced under the fabric of his thin flannel shirt. “I don’t need to ask to know you likely forgot lunch, refused to ask your assistant to grab something and drank nothing but coffee all day.”

As if on cue Bryony’s stomach grumbled loudly.

“You know me too well,” Bryony remarked, holding the glass to her chest.

Dieter laughed, his eyes narrowing playfully, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. “I can read you like a book,” he paused for theatrics as he moved in closer to Bryony, “a very steamy, page-turning book.” he finished with a wink.

She rolled her eyes, not immune to the charm but too tired to engage fully. “Flatterer.”

“It's one of my many skills,” he winked. “Along with cooking, making women swoon, and being irresistible even in an apron. Does any of that ring a bell?”

“Mostly the apron,” she retorted with a cheeky smile, taking another sip of her drink. “It really does add a certain je ne sais quoi to the whole Bravo experience.”

Dieter leaned in, his voice dropping to a sensual murmur. “Oh, I've got plenty more experiences to offer, just say the word.”

She chuckled, shaking her head. “I'm too tired for experiences right now, and you know it.”

“Ah, so it'll have to be Dieter: The Home Edition tonight,” he grinned, planting a quick but tender kiss on her lips. “Go change, and let's have dinner.”

She hesitated, her eyes searching his for a moment. “I'm sorry for coming home late, I wanted to be here.”

His expression softened, his flirtatious air replaced by genuine warmth. “It's okay, Daff. I know how much your work means to you. Besides, this gives me an excuse to indulge you a bit.”

She smiled, genuinely touched. “I'll be right back.”

Despite the fatigue that was soaked into her bones Bryony headed up the stairs to their bedroom to change. Happy to shirk the confines of the semi-formal attire the day had called for and released from the restrictions of underwires, she changed into more comfortable clothes and headed back downstairs. As she re-entered the kitchen, Dieter was just placing the final dish on the dining table.

“Ready to eat?” he asked, the suggestive glint in his eye did not go amiss.

“Starving,” she said, taking her seat and reaching for her drink Dieter had brought to the table, “for food, mostly.” 

“Mostly,” he winked as he sat across from her. “Well, the night is young, my love. Who knows what other appetites we might satiate.”

She couldn't help but laugh. “You're incorrigible.”

He raised his glass for a toast. “And you wouldn't have me any other way.”

“True,” she agreed despite shaking her head playfully, clinking her glass against his. “Very, very true.”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[trulybetty]

oct' 20 x sweater weather

Prompt: sweater weather Pairing: dieter x bryony (ofc) Word Count: 839 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, dieter bravo & just fluff Summary: when dieter met fiona

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this is for you fiona anon 💗🦛:

Bryony had warned him to pack a sweater in his bag, he’d insisted he didn’t need one. 

“I lived in Ohio,” he scoffed, “I know what it’s like there.”

Bryony hadn’t wanted to remind him that he’d lived out in LA now longer than he had any other state, including New York where winters could be cruel. She also wasn’t going to mention he lived in Ohio for all of six months when he was eight either. It was best sometimes not to get into the finer details with Dieter or you could find yourself debating something completely different to what you started on. 

So she was currently waiting for him to admit he was wrong as they waited in a private area of the airport for their car, one perk of travelling with celebrity, as he crossed his arms at his chest in an obvious attempt to stave off the chill in the fall air. 

“So we’re going to the hotel first, right?” Dieter asked. 

“No, the car is taking us straight to the event.” Came a voice from behind the couple, Rosie Jones, all five foot nothing, petite, red headed powerhouse who was furiously tapping at one of her three phones that she carried at all times. 

Dieters first ever publicist, well first he had actually acknowledged and first that he sometimes listened to. 

“That’s a shame,” Bryony muttered as she inspected her nails, this week they were stiletto shaped in an ombré of grey and soft pinks, Dieters choice. “If we were going to the hotel I could have grabbed myself an extra sweater.” She tugged her coat tighter around her. 

Dieter narrowed his eyes at her, “How far away is the car?” He asked, turning to Rosie. 

She didn’t look up from her screen, “Should be here in the next couple of minutes.”

“What’s the matter Mr. Ohio, cold?” Bryony asked, she swore she saw his teeth chatter. 

“No, just curious about the schedule,” Dieter replied.

After a short ride, they arrived at their destination, the Cincinnati Zoo.

The moment they stepped out of the car, the chill hit Dieter once more, causing him to shiver involuntarily. Bryony gave him a knowing look but was met with a trademark Dieter grin.

Trying to keep his dignity intact, he quickly steered towards the gift shop as Rosie threw her arms up in defeat as she had just been mid sentence explaining how the photo op was going to go.

Five minutes later Dieter reappeared wearing a bright pink crew neck sweater, not out of the ordinary by any means. Except it was emblazoned with the name Fiona and an image of the animal in question.

Bryony rolled her eyes, “Feeling warmer Bravo?”

“It's sweater weather,” He responded, “Didn't want to disappoint Fiona.”

The trio headed towards Fiona's enclosure. As they approached, Dieter's excitement became evident. For all his flamboyancy and celebrity persona, there was a child-like wonder in his eyes as he neared the hippo enclosure. 

Bryony nudged him, “Look at you, all giddy.”

“It's not every day you get to visit with your hippo bestie!” he retorted.

Rosie briefed Dieter about the photo op, emphasizing the importance of promoting his role as an ambassador for the zoo. The zookeepers had set up a special private event, allowing Dieter to feed Fiona a pumpkin, marking the beginning of the fall season.

Bryony watched, amusement clear in her eyes, as Dieter gingerly held the pumpkin out towards Fiona, his eyes wide in awe as the massive creature gently took the treat from him. The flashes from cameras around captured the moment, but Bryony knew the true joy in Dieter's heart would remain a cherished memory.

“I can't believe this is my second time meeting Fiona!” Dieter gushed as they walked away from the enclosure, his steps light despite the cold. “Thank you, Bry, for coming out here with me.”

She let out a small chuckle and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Well, I had to make sure you didn't try to jump into the enclosure or something. That, and making sure you actually came home.”

Dieter chuckled. “I might be a lot of things, but I’m not about to leave you for Fiona. Anyway, I think, just maybe, you rank a tiny bit higher than Fiona in my heart.”

Raising an eyebrow, she teased, “Really? Even after she just let you feed her a pumpkin?”

He winked at her, “Well, Fiona might let me feed her pumpkins, but you let me—”

Bryony cut him off with a laugh, “Let's keep in G rated Bravo, we’re in a family establishment.” Reaching out, she intertwined her fingers with his and pulled him close. She rose up on her toes to press her lips against his. When they parted, she smiled up at him, never tired of the dopey grin he got when they kissed,  “But why don't we head back to the hotel and you can elaborate on what it is I let's you do?”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[trulybetty]

oct' 17 x whispers

Prompt: apple scent Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 609 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, playing fast and loose with prompts, dieter being dieter, mostly fluff and maybe one fiona the hippo reference. Summary: what happens in vegas...

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Amidst the clamor of neon lights and the faint hum of the city's nightlife, whispers passed between Bryony and Dieter as they stood outside the Las Vegas Little White Chapel. Bryony's heart raced, the weight of their spontaneous decision settling in.

“Are we really doing this?” she asked, her voice tinged with a mixture of excitement and disbelief as they stood beneath the fluorescent glow of the building's neon sign.

Dieter grinned, his eyes twinkling mischievously in the dim light. “Well, we're here, aren't we?” He paused for a moment, looking almost contemplative. “Although, I’m still disappointed that Fiona isn’t ordained,” he added with a playful sigh.

Bryony laughed softly, her nerves eased by Dieter's familiar humor. She looked glowing in her dress, each shimmering bead and sequin reflecting the city lights. The sheer white fabric glowed, with feathered fringes at the sleeves and hem swaying with every subtle movement. Her bouquet of fresh daffodils Dieter had managed to procure, putting confirmation on Vegas being the city where anything was possible, seemed to mirror her radiance.

Dieter, looking equally casually dashing and debonair in his navy velvet suit, wrapped an arm around her. The rich blue of his attire made a striking contrast against her luminous white dress.

“Thought only virgins wore white,” he whispered into her ear, his hand finding hers as he played with the engagement ring that had only graced her finger for all of two months. 

Bryony looked up at Dieter, a wicked smile on her ruby red lips, “What the King doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” 

Dieter squeezed her hand as he laughed, it had been his idea to elope to Vegas. Neither one of them were interested in the formalities of a wedding. But it had been Bryony’s insistence that if they were going to do it, they were going to do it properly and it was going to be Elvis or nothing at all. 

“On a scale of one to ten,” Dieter asked as he pushed open the door of the Chapel, “is your mom going to be mad we eloped?”

Bryony snorted, “She’ll be pissed at me, but shoving KitKats and cups of tea at you while she tells you she loves you.”

It was a slight exaggeration, but Bronwyn’s love for Dieter was well known.

Dieter glanced down at Bryony with a smirk, “I can’t help it if I’m the favourite.”

She nudged him playfully, “Sure, like you don’t love to encourage it.”

The two of them stood in the entrance for a brief moment, the air filled with the scent of fresh flowers and the soft hum of the chapel's air conditioning. They could hear the faint strains of an Elvis song playing from speakers from somewhere further inside.

Bryony sighed contentedly, wrapping her arm through Dieter's. “You know, as impromptu as this all is, it feels... right.”

Dieter pulled her close, his fingers brushing a stray hair from her face. “It's us. A little unpredictable, and maybe a bit mad?”

Bryony laughed, “You sure you’re not talking about you?” she said as she rested her head on his shoulder, taking in the gravity of what they were about to do.

Gathering up some courage, Dieter looked down at her, his voice soft yet earnest. “Are you ready to become Mrs. Bravo, Ms Morgan?”

Bryony nodded as the double doors to the left of them swung open, the doorway framing a tall man in a black rhinestone jumpsuit, guitar swung on his back and what looked like to Bryony his own hair styled in a tremendous quiff. 

“Well, howdy there, lovebirds! Are y'all ready to get all shook up?”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[trulybetty]

oct' 07 x chestnuts

Prompt: chestnuts Pairing: Dieter Bravo x Bryony Morgan (OFC) Word Count: 982 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, barely a mention of the prompt, unabashed hippo content with a touch of spice with the mention of oral sex (f receiving) Summary: no clue how we started at chestnuts, through to hippos, but here we are - I just love these two

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Dieter's office was a paradox in every sense of the word—meticulously disorganized, both casual and sophisticated. A space Bryony had always suspected he rarely worked in, yet one that seemed to capture the essence of him so completely that you couldn't help but think it was an extension of his personality.

Bifold doors filled the back wall of the room that looked out to the garden behind his desk. Built in bookcases framed both sides of the room, all filled with various trinkets outlining both Dieter’s career and interests. His Oscar for ‘Hunger Strike’ stood amongst the trove, topped with a knitted hat Cricket had made a couple Christmases ago. The walls were adorned with paintings of Dieter’s own creations, framed and hung with care by Bryony.

“Conkers.”

“Con-kas?” Dieter repeated, a poor imitation of Bryony’s accent which earned him a pointed stare, “is this one of your weird British-ism things?”

Bryony shot him another glare, “It’s not weird, and it’s legit what they’re called.” she insisted, glancing at a ceramic hippo paperweight on his desk as if to imply that he was no stranger to 'weird.'

“Chestnuts.” Dieter countered.

“Conkers” Bryony reaffirmed, her eyes momentarily landing on the Oscar statue. Despite the hat, it looked oddly dignified.

Dieter chuckled, ripping the foil of a KitKat with a satisfying tear. “And they say I’m the one in this relationship that’s off balance.” 

“Well you are the man who is eating a KitKat, that he had my mother send him from the UK because they taste better than the American ones.” Bryony shot back, smirking as she looked over at the bookshelf nearest the sectional she was lounging on, it was filled with scripts, a mixture of fiction and nonfiction, and, of course, more hippos.

“Because they are,” Dieter said, defending his KitKat as if it were a point of honour. He snapped off a piece, biting into it with a satisfied grin.

“I know,” Bryony smirked.

“Châtaignes,” Dieter pronounced carefully, his mouth full of chocolate and wafer.

“Huh?” Bryony blinked, puzzled.

“Châtaignes,” he repeated again once he’d finished eating, “chestnuts in French, because I know it’s going to be your next question.”

Bryony smiled, because it was going to be her next question - she could listen to the man talk French, and he did at length, all day. He’d perfected his French lilt over the years since he started learning at twelve thinking it would help him with girls. 

His parents, European immigrants to the States well before Dieter was born, had long shed their own individual languages when they’d moved continents in an effort to assimilate to their new home. Though his relationship with his parents taut, he had a distinct memory of his mother talking about a French man who had courted her before his father came along. She still had romantic notions about the man decades later and owed it in part to the language he would speak which left a lasting impression on a young Dieter.

Bryony shook her head, amused. “You're insufferable.”

“And yet you suffer me,” Dieter replied with a cocky grin.

She glanced at the other trinkets around the room, particularly the hippo memorabilia. “Fiona still your muse?”

“My pride and joy,” he said, looking at the framed picture, signed in a childish scrawl as if the six-year-old hippo from Cincinnati Zoo had autographed it herself. “You know, they sent me a video update just last week. She's growing so beautifully.”

“You're the only adult I know who gets this excited about a hippo,” Bryony chuckled, amused.

“Jealous much?” Dieter waggled his brows, standing up to lean against the edge of his antique, walnut desk, which Bryony suspected had never seen a single day's work.

“Jealous of Fiona?” Bryony quirked an eyebrow. “No, although I wish I could get as much attention for just existing.”

“You don't need to be a cute hippo to get my attention,” Dieter said, the playful tone in his voice shifting ever so slightly towards sincere. “You've always had it.”

Bryony felt a warmth in her cheeks but chose to keep the atmosphere light. “Well, as long as I rank higher than a KitKat on your list of priorities, I think we're good.”

“You're definitely higher than a KitKat,” Dieter said, “but let's not get into dangerous territory by discussing where you stand in relation to Fiona.”

“Ah, so it's like that, is it?” She smirked, as she sat up on the sofa..

Dieter took another bite of his KitKat, savoring it. “Mmm, it's exactly like that.”

“This room is a trip, you know.” Bryony tapped the glass top of the surprisingly large coffee table as if to emphasize her point. It was held up by a bronze hippo with its baby underneath, “Only you could make this collection work.”

“You think it works?” He looked genuinely pleased.

“Absolutely. It's you, distilled into a room.”

Dieter chuckled and put down the remains of his KitKat, reaching his hand down to help Bryony stand from the sofa, “Speaking of things that work, I think it's worth noting that you fit pretty well into all of this, don't you think?”

She looked up at him, caught a bit off guard by the sudden change of tone as his arms wrapped around her waist.

Dieter eyed the obnoxious coffee table with a sly raise of his eyebrow, “No, Dieter.”

“What?”

“I’m not having sex with you on that thing.”

“I didn’t say have sex, in fact I didn’t say anything.”

“Dieter I know you better than you know yourself.”

“Well then Daff,” Dieter purred and before Bryony could protest found herself being lowered onto the glass table, the cold sting of the glass quickly replaced by the warmth of Dieter’s hands pushing up the oversized t-shirt she was wearing, the only thing she was wearing. “How about I reacquaint myself with you then?”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[trulybetty]

21 x diary | dieter x ofc

prompt: diary pairing: dieter x bryony (ofc) word count: 1107 notes: we're playing fast and loose with the valentine theme here, no beta, all mistakes are my own. this is niche, niche, but that's the fun of fanfic writing, finding your people who get you and and supporting unhinged ideas and plots and cross over of characters summary: a diary mishap by the studio means dieter has found himself with a replacement date for a valentine soiree with old hollywood

A/N: this is dedicated to @gnpwdrnwhiskey, who l let me play in her sandpit and borrow her Mags (go read these, you don't have to for this, but I very highly recommend them!) and for being the best to throw ideas around and encouraging Dieter's antics 😋

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“Not quite, try to roll your tongue more,” Dieter instructed.

“Rimbalzare,” Mags purred with a thick Italian accent, “like that?” she asked, before going back to her usual accent.

Dieter beamed, “Eccellente!”

“I’m not even going to ask what you two are plotting?” Bryony asked stepping into the room fixing her earrings as she walked by.

Mags turned around giving Bryony a bright smile, Bryony rolled her eyes, she was used to Mags charmed distraction techniques by now.

“Just helping Mags with an accent she’s been working on,” Dieter explained with an equally disarming smile of his own.

“Community theatre?” Bryony asked, tongue in cheek as she watched Mags stand and be helped into her coat by Dieter. 

“Something like that,” she winked, and Bryony knew best not to ask her friend anything more. “Are you sure you’re okay with me going in your place?” Mags asked,  “It is valentines afterall?”

Bryony’s eyes flicked between Mags and Dieter and sighed, “Absolutely. With this diary mixup I've got to handle the chaos that the studio decided to drop on my lap last minute. Besides, someone needs to keep this one out of trouble,” she said, nodding toward Dieter.

Mags laughed, a rich, throaty sound that filled the room. “Dieter in trouble is Dieter at his most charming,” she quipped.

Dieter adjusted his tie in the mirror, flashing a grin at Mags. “You're not wrong there,” he agreed, his eyes twinkling mischievously. As he straightened his jacket, he turned to Bryony with a mock-innocent expression. “I promise to keep her out of trouble, or at least make sure it's the fun kind of trouble.”

“Remember, you’re there to rub elbows,” Bryony said, giving them both a pointed look, “they’re our neighbours.”

Mags laughed, a melodious sound that always seemed to put Bryony at ease. “I'll behave... mostly,” she promised, though they all knew her definition of 'behaving' was fluid at best.

The drive to the event was filled with Dieter briefing Mags on the key players, who to schmooze, and who to avoid. As they pulled up to the venue, Mags' hand found Dieter's arm, her fingers squeezing reassuringly. “Let's go make some friends,” she said with a sly smile.

The soiree was a glittering affair, the kind where the clink of champagne glasses underscored every conversation and the air hummed with the electricity of opportunity and ambition. Dieter, though a natural in the spotlight, found himself scanning the crowd with a strategic eye, pointing out the key players to Mags with a discreet nudge or nod.

At one point, Mags leaned in, her voice a conspiratorial whisper, “So, which one’s trying to put your farm out to pasture?”

Dieter's lips thinned as he gestured subtly to a woman draped in pearls and diamonds, her laughter ringing false even from across the room. “That would be her, Barbara Turner, the queen of real estate herself.”

Mags’ gaze sharpened, not missing the sparkle of the jewelry adorning the older woman who seemed to float effortlessly through the crowd. Each piece caught the light in a breathtaking display of opulence.

Dieter watched Mags take in the display that was Barbara, an amused smirk dancing on his lips. “She fancies herself a bit of an Elizabeth Taylor type,” he said, keeping his voice low. “Although, between you and me, I think Liz had better taste.”

Mags' eyes twinkled with a mixture of mischief and appreciation for the finery on display. “Well, she's certainly got the ice to sink the Titanic,” she replied, her attention firmly caught by the glittering jewels.

As they approached Barbara, Dieter slipped into the role of the gracious neighbor, Bryony’s voice in the back of his head telling him not to stir trouble. “Barbara, you outdo yourself every year,” he complimented, kissing her cheek with practiced ease.

Barbara beamed at him, her eyes flicking curiously to Mags. “And who is this delightful creature?”

Mags extended her hand, which Barbara took with a firm grip. “Mags, a friend of Bryony and Dieter. And might I add, you look absolutely radiant tonight, Barbara.”

The compliment hit its mark. Barbara's chest puffed with pride as she launched into a story about her latest acquisition, a stunning sapphire necklace that she just had to show off. Mags listened intently, her face a mask of fascination.

Barbara, soaking up the attention, made no attempt to hide her fondness for Dieter, her hand brushing his arm more than was necessary.

“As much as it pains me,” she gave Dieter’s arm an appreciative squeeze, “I must go and tend to my other guests,” Barbara announced, but turned to Dieter, a seductive smile on her face, “but don’t stray too far Mr. Bravo, I do quite enjoy seeing you at these events,” she purred before gliding away to mingle with her guests, leaving a strong scent of expensive perfume in her wake.

Mags snorted into her drink, the bubble of laughter she’d been trying to hold in finally escaping her, “I think she’s marked you as a future potential husband,” Mags teased as she bumped shoulders with Dieter, “I thought she had an issue with you?”

Dieter rolled his eyes as he tugged at his bowtie, “Oh she has an issue with the farm, but after I tried to smooth things out,” he rubbed the back of his next awkwardly, “she  seems to have turned the focus of that distaste at Bryony,” he remarked dryly, taking a sip of his own drink. “But don’t tell Bryony,” he quickly added, a guilt addled look on his face.

Mags nodded and not long after excused herself to 'powder her nose,' Dieter raised a quizzical eyebrow but she simply waved him off as she disappeared into the crowd.

Mags returned moments later, a gleam of satisfaction in her eyes but hands noticeably empty. She caught Dieter's inquiring look and leaned in close. “Relax, I'm behaving. Besides, Tim would have my head if I pulled anything tonight.”

Hours later, back home, changed of their formal wear and enjoying the takeout Bryony had picked up on her way home. The figurative fires at the studio put out, she joined Dieter and Mag’s at the kitchen table as the regaled her with stories from the night’s soiree. 

“That’s a gorgeous piece,” Bryony commented, nodding toward the necklace that adorned Mags’ neck and had caught her attention as Mags reached for a vegetable roll.

She toyed with the sapphire that sat in the hollow of her throat, the light catching it just right highlighting it’s flawless cut, a surreptitious smile dancing on her lips. “Oh, this old thing? Just a trinket I acquired.”

#x29 valentines #dieter bravo #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter x bryony #pedro pascal characters #pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal character fanfic

[trulybetty]

WIP Game The Best

Pedro tax for your troubles

Um, 1. I love that gif, and 2. you're going to see how appropriate it is in a moment... 😋

I found this hanging around in my folder when I was looking for WIP's for the list. I don't know if this is Diexter x Bryony, Dieter x Reader or if it'll become someone else - but this is one of my favourite songs ever and this came after my own impromptu karaoke with Mr. Truly. He wasn't as enthusiastic as Dieter though... 😒

#betty talks #rhoorl #wip wednesday #dieter x bryony #dieter x reader

[trulybetty]

oct' x 30 - seance (2/2)

Prompt: seance Pairing: dieter x bryony (ofc) Word Count: 628 Warnings: un-beta'd is the name of the game, alot of domestic fluff, mention of a ouija board Summary: dieter does some unconventional shopping for a forthcoming arrival

A/N: I had two ideas for today's prompt and couldn't choose between the two, so you get both! 🙌

x. masterlist

The sound of Dieter's boundless energy startled Bryony awake as he entered the bedroom. He dropped himself onto the end of the bed with enthusiasm that Bryony couldn't fathom possessing so early in the morning.

“Eurgh, Dieter.” Bryony groaned from under the heavy duvet, “it’s too early, don’t you have a yoga class to be in?”

“Daff,” he checked his watch, “I’ve been back from there for an hour now.”

Another groan of annoyance came from Bryony, muffled by the overstuffed pillows she hid her face in.

“Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

Dieter kicked off his sneakers and crawled up the bed to lay atop the covers next to Bryony, the only part of her visible being the crown of her head and mussed hair from sleep.

“What was that?” Bryony asked, the blankets muffling Dieter’s voice to her ears.

He pulled back the blanket, revealing her less than amused face, “I said I bought something.”

Dieter buying something was not usually cause for concern, what was concerning was the grin on his face and the padded envelope he was ripping open.

“What did you buy?” Bryony asked cautiously.

Instead of answering, Dieter pulled out a wooden board from the envelope; the sight of it alone was enough to produce a fit of laughter from him which only proved to add to Bryony’s concern.

“What did you buy?” she asked again, her brow furrowed framing her face in a picture of annoyance before even finding out what it was.

Dieter flipped the wooden board, revealing a bright yellow facade with brightly coloured wooden alphabet pieces slotted in two rows underlined by a line of numbers one through ten.

“A baby's first Ouija board? Really?” Bryony said sardonically as she looked from the board to Dieter's laughing eyes.

He snorted, trying to contain his laughter. “Come on! I thought it was hilarious. And cute! Look at the little ghost on the top corner!”

She stared at the board and then back at him, one brow arched high. “Dieter, do you think I'm having Rosemary's Baby?”

Dieter grinned, placing the board on the nightstand. “Well, who knows? I mean, they are fifty percent my genes. Pretty sure I have a great-grandmother somewhere who was a spiritualist.”

Despite her exasperation, Bryony couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. She reached out, giving his hand a squeeze. “You really are something, Bravo.”

He winked at her. “That's why you love me. Anyway just imagine the look on people's faces when they see Baby Bravo playing with it.”

Bryony rolled her eyes. “My mother will have a fit.”

Dieter pulled the duvet down further, revealing Bryony’s swollen stomach under one of Dieter’s shirts she’d long made her own.

“And that,” Dieter said, leaning in closer to her, his hand travelling the swell of her stomach, “will be worth the price of paying for overnight express shipping.”

As his hand rested on her belly, he felt a strong kick against his palm. Dieter's eyes widened in delight. “Whoa! Someone's got my reflexes!”

Bryony laughed, her hand joining his on her belly. “Yeah, and apparently, my patience too. Can't blame them for reacting to your antics.”

Before Bryony could react, Dieter had pressed his ear to her stomach, humming softly. He paused for a moment, a mock-concentrated look on his face.

“What are you doing?” Bryony giggled.

“Shhh,” he whispered theatrically, “We’re communicating.”

She raised an eyebrow. “And what, pray tell, is the baby saying to you?”

Dieter looked up at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “They're saying not to cross out any of the names on Daddy's list. Especially the top one.”

Bryony groaned as she pulled the duvet back over her head, “Not happening Bravo, not in your wildest dreams.”

#october x 500 #autumnal offerings #dieter x bryony #dieter bravo fanfic #dieter bravo fanfiction #dieter bravo x ofc #dieter bravo x oc #pedro pascal character fanfiction

[trulybetty]

Last Line Tag Game!

Tagged by the wonderful @gemmahale, and always ready to share! As @gnpwdrnwhiskey said, it's a good form of motivation lol

Working on some ideas for some fun autumn-themed stuff and revisiting some favourite characters that I've been missing...

She was ushered into the opulent setting where the game was already afoot. People were milling around, drinks in hand, garbed in costumes that screamed '50s elegance. It was like stepping onto a movie set or a time machine back to Hollywood’s golden age. She caught sight of familiar faces, all acquaintances from Dieter's endless social circle, but no Dieter. Where was he? Just when she was about to get anxious, a hand settled on her waist, electrifying her skin even through the fabric of her dress. “Well, hello there, Ms. DeLune,” he drawled, slipping seamlessly into his role as Tim Rockford, detective extraordinaire. “Detective. Rockford I presume?” Bryony purred, feeling a sense of empowerment envelop her. She might not have had the acting credentials, but this? This, she could do. “Daff– shit, Veronica," he corrected himself, "You're killing it,” Dieter's voice, tinged with something between awe and desire, rang in her ear as she felt his teeth nip at her ear. Turning around, she took him and his outfit in. Dieter had committed to his detective role as 'Detective Tim Rockford,' he looked every inch the stereotypical 1950s detective. His black suit was tailored to perfection, complemented by a black and grey striped tie. The top button of his white shirt was seductively undone, and she could see he was wearing shoulder holsters under his suit jacket. His hair was a stylish mess, and the whole look was finished off with a trench coat that screamed, 'I solve crimes and break hearts.'

no pressure tags to @gnpwdrnwhiskey, @chronically-ghosted, @avastrasposts & anyone else who wants to play along, this is me tagging you in! xx

#wip game #dieter x bryony