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Title: 3 Days, 4 Nights: Day One {Three Shot}

Title: 3 Days, 4 Nights: Day One {1}

Alfie Enoch x Reader

Warning: Mild Cursing, Plot

Words: 1.8k

Synopsis: You’re getting ready to start filming your latest project, the much-anticipated remake of “The Blue Lagoon” but because you’ve been hustling so hard, you’ve taken a much-needed vacation to recharge and cut loose. The vacation package brochure said, “Come to Brazil the land of beautiful people, beautiful beaches, and captivating architecture and experience all the country has to offer, we guarantee an unforgettable stay.” So that’s what you did. You had no idea just how unforgettable your stay would be. Day one a beautiful stranger with haunting eyes captivates you.

Note: Yaaaaaay, more Alfie!!!! Expect plenty more as I’ve discovered new to me pics of him and new-to-me facts about him. Fell deep in the rabbit hole of him the other night. This will be a 3 parter following each day.

Note II: There will be Google-translated Brazillian Portuguese in this fic. The text that is highlighted beside the Portuguese is the English translation. If it is incorrect, I apologize, and let’s all blame Google. Hopefully, it isn’t wrong.

Thank you guys for reading, I hope you enjoy this!

If you enjoyed this, please LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG.

***NOT Edited/Proofread**

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Chapter One: Welcome to Rio-Day One

“Eu espero que você aproveite a sua estadia.” {I hope you enjoy your stay}, the hotel front desk attendant said with a bright smile as she handed you back your passport along with your room key card and a folder.

“Muito obrigado.” {Thank you so much}, you replied returning her smile.

The lobby of the hotel was in full festive swing. Across the way to the left, there was a group of musicians playing instruments which filled the lobby with the sounds of steel drums, something that looked like a tambourine but slightly different, a musical bow looking contraption and a guitar. Altogether it sounded very close to samba music but with a tropical twist. You loved it.

“Your Portuguese is sufficient but I speak English,” the attendant said.

You released a breath. You’d been practicing for the last month and a half in prep for the movie you were going to be filming around the smaller islands and locations but you were nowhere near confident in yourself to proclaim yourself fluent or even conversational.

“Thank goodness. I’m sorry if I’m butchering your beautiful language.”

She giggled then waved you off. “You aren’t, I promise. I’m impressed you even tried. Portuguese is not an easy language to master.”

“Tell me about it. I’m trying though.”

A man in similar garb to what the attendant wore approached you with a warm smile.

“Eu tenho suas malas, por favor, siga-me.” {I have your bags, please follow me}

You glanced back to the attendant knowing when you were out of your depth. She smiled then translated for you. Nodding, you thanked the man and followed him as he wheeled you through the lobby and around the many guests standing around and watching the musical performance. Once in the elevator, you got lost in your phone checking your emails and messages. You’d been getting plenty of emails from your agent the last few weeks as filming for “The Blue Lagoon” drew nearer and nearer.

You’d seen the originals and had always loved them for their simplicity. When you heard they were remaking them you jumped to audition but didn’t hold your breath that you’d be called back or even selected. If history was any indicator you expected the role to go to some tall, slim, little to no melaninated actress who had more star power and more of a stronger backing. You’d been in LA for three years and had done mainly commercials, modeling gigs, and C-level sci-fi movies.

So when you’d gotten the call back you were shocked. Then the second call back stunned you even more. By the time your agent called to give you the news that you’d been chosen you were speechless. The news had come mere days before you were going to make the decision to throw in the towel, leave LA and go back home to figure out your next move.

“Esse caminho por favor. Este é o seu quarto.” {This way please. This is your room}

You understood maybe four words but it was enough for you to follow him as he used your key card to open your room at the end of the hall. You thanked him then walked in first and couldn’t help but gasp.

“My god.”

The view before you was incredible. The lush green of the palm trees framed the picturesque blues and sandy browns of the beach and the Atlantic. From this high up it was enough to leave you in awe.

“Bonito não é?” {Beautiful, isn’t it?}

“Sim, muito muito bonito.” {Yes, very, very beautiful.}

A few moments later, the man handed you back your key card then bowed his head before he left. Walking closer to the nearest window, you opened the sliding door and stepped onto the balcony then took a deep breath. The salt from the ocean mixed with coconuts and the sweet smell of pastries and you sighed.

“Three days and four nights of this. Just what the doctor ordered.”

An hour or so later you found yourself wandering around taking in everything you could. The city was so lively and loud you knew that there had to be tons of pockets of culture and normalcy for you to take in. You’d read an old interview of one of your favorite celebrities where they said they wished they would have soaked up traveling like a local rather than a tourist when they could because getting to know a city for what it really was couldn’t be beaten. That had stuck with you and whenever you traveled you preferred to do the less touristy things.

From the corner of your eye, you spotted a fruit cart and hurried over to order an assortment of the top local fruits. You watched as the cart owner prepared sliced pineapple, guava, papaya, and mango and placed them into a large plastic cup. She then drizzled a mixture over the top then held it out to you. Smiling, you accepted and handed her the money then went on your way. Upon first bite, you realized the drizzle was a mixture of lemon and lime juice and salt. You moaned as the sweet fruit juices washed over your tongue then melded with the tang of the drizzle. You already didn’t want to leave.

Soon, you got lost going from cart to cart looking at crafts, tools, clothes, accessories, fruits, foods, and even masks. You were like a hummingbird flitting all over the place inhaling everything about the city that you could. If one was to judge a country based on its food alone then Brazil was top-notch.

“Garota linda! {Beautiful Girl!}”

The shout was so loud it boomed over the chaos of the street. You glanced in the direction of the voice and found a man in a colorful mesh top and white pants waving you down with one hand while his other hand continued beating against the pad of a drum. You approached the man and watched as the ones with him expertly played their instruments. The sound was beautiful and easily made you feel like you were right where you were—in one of the music capitals of the world.

He smiled and said something else you didn’t understand before he motioned to your lower half.

“I’m sorry I don’t—.”

“He said dance.”

You spun around to find a tall man towering over you by at least a foot. His hair was a neat but messy curled afro that matched his beard and mustache. Hypnotizing amber eyes stared at you with a glint of humor in them. You felt like you’d seen him before but you couldn’t place from where. There was something familiar about him in an unfamiliar way. One thing that could not be missed was his attractiveness.

“Uh—dance?”

“You know how right?”

“Well—I do but--,” you protested.

“But what? You either know how or you don’t.”

“Mova esses quadris!”

You looked back to the man beating the drums then back to the newcomer who’d translated moments before. He was also smiling.

“Move those hips,” he translated.

Without you realizing it, a crowd had formed and they were now clapping trying to motivate you.

“Oh garoto, siga minha liderança, {Oh boy, follow my lead.}” the tall dark and handsome man said before he approached you holding out his hands

“Posso?”

“Huh?”

“May I?”

Slowly, you nodded then he placed one hand at your waist and the other on your back. He then pushed your waist inward while thrusting your back forward.

“You’re too stiff. The first thing to learn in Brazillian dancing is in order to have any rhythm you have to feel the music and always be fluid.”

“Okay.”

“Rotate your hips like you’re hula-hooping.”

“What?”

He smirked, “Trust me.”

“I just met you.”

“Exactly and I’m the one who stepped up so you don’t make a fool out of yourself and have them making fun of you in a language you don't understand.”

He nudged his head to a group of older women who were watching you with nothing but amusement.

“Okay,” you conceeded.

You imagined a hula-hoop around your waist and you began circling your hips. First slowly then you got into the rhyme of the instruments. When your eyes met the man before you he looked impressed.

“Wow. Not some stiff americana tourista I see. You know you have hips. Next are the steps. Follow me.”

You watched his feet as he did a cool two-step that turned into a slightly complicated four-step. He did it again and again and again until you slowly caught on.

“Good. Keep your hips moving letting your legs lead. The dance is important to the music, it tells a story. Think you have it?”

You nodded.

“Let’s see.”

You mimicked everything he did while trying your best to keep your hips in motion to the rapidly changing music. The crowd around you began to cheer and clap and that was when you knew you had it.

“Good. Now faster.”

You tried your best to keep up with him but when his legs moved like he were some sort of otherworldly creature you knew there was no way to keep up. The crowd laughed but applauded you. The amber-eyed man chuckled and joined in applauding you. You smiled and spun around feeling like you’d just put on an award-winning performance. Suddenly, you felt heat by your ear and you probably should have been a little put-off, but you weren't.

“I see there’s hope you just might get some Brazillian into you while you’re here.”

You didn’t know if it was the depth of his voice that elicited the reaction or his wording choice but an intense shiver ripped through you making your stomach drop but not in disappointment. This was something else. When you turned to face him, there was no one. Your eyes scanned the street but the sea of people made it impossible to find him. The only thing in your mind was a question.

Who was that?

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misfithive · 5 months

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Boredom relief coming your way with nr 15, 17, 21 and a number of your choice for the yr fanfic ask game

YAAAAAAY UR THE BEST.

15. Craziest AU i’ve read 😭

Hmmm i’m not sure i dont read that many crazy AUs but i will say crazy in a good way will be Normal People AU bc its CRAZY GOOD

https://archiveofourown.org/works/45874360/chapters/115455325

(Obviously by @grapehyasynth ) i think u need an account to read it rn

17. The Most reread fic of your year

Probably between these two. Opening hours is my comfort fic i might just read it again tonight lolol and I’m not in love causes me so much pain but also had me soo shook idk why ive read it at least 10 times i read it like every day for a while lmfao

21. A dancing scene

They dance to jazz music. Pure fluff. I want them to slow dance together SO SO BADLY S3 i will cry if they do.

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silcoitus · 1 year

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No wonder I've been nervous about picking up TMSA again. This was apparently the last time I touched the latest chapter (in this case TMSA 20). I had those two weeks of personal shit that literally started on Feb 20 and then I've just done two weeks of con crunching. And in between those two things, I was just kinda trying to keep it together.

But the good news is I just wrote 1k words for TMSA 20 and I'm feeling pumped to work on it again! Yaaaaaay!

Also sorry about all the thought dumps today. Idk I guess I'm just feeling chatty. Just block my silcoitus ramble tag if you don't wanna see my bullshit lmao

#silcoitus #silcoitus rambles #tmsa

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em-writes-stuff-sometimes · 1 year

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Hi, Em! It's me again!

First things first: YAY I GOT IT RIGHT! AND YES I LOVE THE NAMES FOR THE BABES! Especially obsessed with the first one I wrote 👀

Loved the new chapter!

Daemon sums up my entire response to stressful situations: First comes the rage (murderous actions aside, obvi) and then comes the tears.

I admire enormously the effort you put in writing every piece of this story and I'm totally in love with how you write Daemon and his POV. I think it's a character that can be so easily misinterpreted and just be completely OOC but your take on him, for me, it's just on point.

Also, quick unrelated question because I'm a little lost and I'm trying to make the timeline in my head... How far along in her pregnancy babey is?

And that's it for today's ramble! Have a nice week!

-V

Ah, yaaaaaay! Hi, V! I’m so happy you like the names - I’d write how how to pronounce them, but I’d inevitably end up spoiling the names entirely, lol. I’m sure you’ve guessed what the gender of each is, also, so I hope you’re satisfied with my choice there, teehee.

Daemon was sufferinggg this chapter, and I hope I was able to do that justice. He’s an angry dude, so him being aggressive and yell-y and murderous was honestly a must going into it. But I also wanted there to be an opportunity for vulnerability, which is what I tried to do at the end. It was a bit of a ride character-wise; I enjoy the cognitive dissonance of feeling sympathy for the guy who just graphically tortured and murdered someone. I am so, so flattered that you think my take is in any way approaching realistic for his character; I feel like, by this point, I have a pretty decent handle on him but that could just be my final brain cell overhyping my abilities.

Babey is honestly anywhere between 6 and 7 months along - I’ve kept it a little vague because I’m not certain that there were ever concrete benchmarks for pregnancy in medieval contexts, and I think a lot of women didn’t actually know they were pregnant until they were in labour (could be a baby, could be a tumour, who knows in those days). Makes things fucking impossible in terms of symptoms, but I’m just going by what I’ve researched and praying it doesn’t come off ignorant.

Thank you so much, V! Hope you’re doing SWAG!

#fanfiction comments #fanfiction asks

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todayisawthewhxlewxrld · 21 days

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NEW SMAU OAOOAOAOAOOAA IT'S OUT

YAAAAAAY I'M WAITING FOR THE NEW CHAPTERS😍

❄️ anon

NEW SMAU NEW SMAU!

#axel answers ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★#axel answers// ❄️

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dashawfrostart · 4 months

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This Week In "Time & Again" #9: LINEART IS DONE!!! And My Adventures With Krita Assistants! [Longread warning]

First things first! It took me a while (again) to make yet another one post, but taking a small social hiatus was totally and utterly worth it, let me tell you!!! Because here's the news:

THE LINEART FOR CHAPTER 5 IS COMPLETELY DONE!!! Yaaaaaay!!! 🥳

(happy cheering, happy music playing (my personal favourite is Skinny Puppy - very happy indeed), sounds of jolly hand clapping, and a cake, somebody please bring in the cake!.. wait... the cake is a lie... 😱 hmmm, every time I refer to this joke, I want to alter it and say, "A pie is a lie, but the cake is fake!" Personally, makes me happy, but also makes me sound a bit like Mad Hatter to everyone around😅 which is fine, I love "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland")

Not gonna lie, it feels like I spend a little bit more time on lineart alone comparing to what I've been expecting from myself: different factors have contributed to the delay, and among of them was a short-term loss of a creative spark as well (which is always incredibly unpleasant, yaaarrrr!), but nonetheless! It is done!!! And let me tell you - it is done in style 😎 Ich bin sehr froh 🥳 However, contrary to what I've just written above simply for fun, it's not time to celebrate just yet. I'll probably take a small 24 hour break from my project - to take a breather and recalibrate my brain to successfully switch to colouring mode, ya know - and I'll just keep working on it to keep up the pace! The Colouring Stage is waiting for me, wheeeeeee!!! ... Wait, but so happened I already had my 24 hours off drawing yesterday. 🤔 WELL, NO TIME TO SPARE NOW: BACK TO WORK!!!...

But only after I'm done writing this post, for I have a moral obligation to finish it up 😁

So, earlier I promised to share my experience with Krita Assistant Tool with you. This is going to be very technical, so prepare yourselves, happy folks. Here goes.

I've used Krita's Assistant Tool before. I started to use it quite extensively as the work on Chapter 2 began, for I had to represent strictly geometric shapes of rooms, and corridors, and even the whole floors, for almost the entire set of events was happening indoors. In a peculiar place. The entirety of Chapter 1 with the exception of, say, 2 or 3 panels at most, took place within Lothar's mansion in Sweden. That one also required quite a few geometric shapes, but for some reason I did well without any help of Assistant Tool - I don't remember for sure by now, but I only used it briefly for some panels/frames. And it did not require anything particularly complex then. Mind you, during the development of Chapter 1 I've been still learning my newly obtained graphic tablet - that was the first time I ever used one (and now I don't want to go back to neither mouse and keyboard drawing or a "blind" tablet - eff that! 🤣). In this respect, Chapter 2 was a game changer. I wanted to raise the plank further up and challenge myself to do even better with the perspectives of urban buildings and interiors. And since approximately that time, I believe, Assistant Tool has become a precious little helper for me. Thank you so much, Krita devs!

As you can see in the documentation, Assistant Tool has many features and different modes. I primarily use those tools to draw perfect - or almost perfect - urban perspectives, for those might be a bit tricky to do right off the bat. However, some of those tools might be used in a non-conventional or less expected ways. Let me show you some of my experiments with them.

Starting off with the basics, of course.

Above you can see the screenshot that illustrates how I used to normally set up the perspective assistant grid for the more correct view of a room - I've been doing that very thing beginning from Chapter 2. Basically I create a bunch of perspective grids and join them to create an imitated 3D view of a room. That really helps a lot.

I mentioned a certain video tutorial that really helped me out on my journey of meowstering - sorry, mastering the Assistant Tool in a way that's helpful to me. It was this incredibly helpful little video I watched trying to figure out how to build a one point perspective view for one of the panels I challenged myself to draw. However... I discovered something else instead: Parallel Rulers and an obvious "Snap To Assistants" function. Both of which are super helpful to use. I never paid attention to "snap to assistants" before. Now I wonder why 😅

Parallel Rulers help to draw totally straight lines when working on a perspective view - like the one that I was having a hard time dealing with when trying to portray an extremely skewed backstreet perspective. All of that is done without the use of the Line Tool.

While parallel rulers are something that I'm still learning and practising, the self-explanatory "snap to assistants" is an excellent function that just makes your life significantly easier.

I used a combination of Ellipse and Vanishing Point with "snap to assistants" function on to create spectacularly precise and nice looking sports wristwatch for Lothar. This is just how I love it: extremely geometric and correct, but with slight imperfections that make it lively and natural, with a visible hand-drawn "fluctation" to the outlines:

For example, here's a good comparison for you to see what I'm talking about: to the left it's a gif illustrating how I drew the wristwatch outlines with an Assistant with Ellipse setting that snaps to the assistants, and to the right there's a gif showing how to do the same (but way worse) simply using the separate Ellipse Tool using the same brush as an outline. Behold the difference:

For the record, I used the same neat trick to draw the nice lines around that "Hit!" special effect on another one page, to make it look cleaner and more professional:

Spline is yet another one type of assistant that might come in handy in certain situations, for some artists. In my case this time, I used it so add extra thickness to a certain line that has already been drawn to make it look more appealing and lively:

Thus, instead of trying numerous times to reproduce the same brush stroke (and inevitably failing at it repeatedly) to add just a little thickness to already existing stroke, one can simply draw a Spline "vector path" on top of it, turn "snap to assistants" on and draw a perfect, non-shaky line that doesn't stray somewhere you don't want to. Neat-o! If you're somewhat familiar with vector software (like I am), using Spline and making it exactly the shape you need is easy-peasy: it has two handles so that you could adjust the position and the curve of the assistant line. Works exactly as a basic Bezier Curve. Super simple!

That's gonna be enough for now. Since this post has grown fairly large in size (I never change, eh?), I'm thinking about taking a longer break in posting again. So I might return in about 2 weeks with more news on how the colouring of Chapter 5 is going!

Stay tuned, and have fun! Lothar is on his way back to you, and Jeanny will follow up, too 😉 Take care!

#TimeAndAgainbyDWF #This Week In Time And Again #krita #wips #graphic novel

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gins-potter · 7 months

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Yaaaaaay the new chapter is chef kiss🤌🏻 thank you for the update! The awkwardness of the boys acting as the bodyguards was hilarious😂😂 And Dark Bloom rises and shines, she is here, she is almost ready to make her grand entrance for the finale of the season!

I really enjoyed reading this new chapter! Your writing is incredible😍

Awww thank you so much anon 🫶🏼

#answered #positivity tag #winx rewritten au

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btsrunmylife · 1 year

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Yes to flh's new chapter

Yaaaaaay!!! It's a short one since it's an smau chapter, but I'll post it soon 😁🥰

#btsrunmylife.answers #anonymoose🦌

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alesyira-ffn · 4 years

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interlude 3 is nearly done. maybe posting it tonight. I've already done a readthrough but it still needs some work. I like it, but I'm not sure I like it enough. This is probably one of those things I'd rather set aside for a few months and then come back to it in 2021 and go "oh gosh, I love this but it needs this other thing and I should delete this 30% that's not quite right" and then post it. but aint nobody got time for that kind of delay anymore.

arc 5 has the first 8-ish chapters nearly complete, so yaaaaaay :) (eh, one of them is pretty short, but it still counts) new snip added showing upcoming chapter names and really brief synopses, good luck speculating incorrectly :D

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jubilantwriter · 3 years

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Of Blood and Static

Prologue: Hello, my Dear Friend. How are you?

(AO3) (Next)

Summary: When loops begin, they continue with no end. Like an ouroboros, they continue and continue and continue with no intention of ending. The beginning marks the end, and the end marks the beginning, and it becomes impossible to find the seam that once joined the two ends together. Perhaps they will always be stuck in these loops until the end of time.

The Lady holds a large pair of heavy scissors in her hands and contemplates. Or perhaps they just need to make a new beginning and end.

(A bottle washes up to the beach, dangerously close to the television set. He reaches through and picks it up. A message?)

Word Count: 405

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The Lady is aware of the loops. Ever since she took the role from the previous host, she's been aware of the cyclical path her life has taken. It isn’t as though she retains all her memories of each loop - that would most likely shut her down for good. No, it’s just little bits and pieces of memories that leak through from her previous lives. All their memories are retained by The Thin Man - with his power, he can manage and balance all the memories that are kept from his past lives. He explained it once to her before, that it was like watching replays from a show in the first person. Little things change here and there, and he keeps track of what does work, and what doesn’t.

He told her that despite all the little differences, nothing works. By the end of their conversation the man appeared defeated, almost broken, and she wonders how many loops they’ve gone through - how many excuses she'd gone through before he heard the same things over and over again. In their last conversation, he had asked:

"Do you think it's worth keeping these up?"

Of course she does. It's how they have survived. Over and over again, they survive and survive and survive. Even if nothing changes, they're both able to survive. So she had said, "Yes. Of course I do."

"Why?"

She couldn’t answer that. Not yet anyway. Instead, she offered him encouragement. A hopeful thought.

"Perhaps something new will happen." She had to encourage him to continue. They don’t need to escape the loops, contrary to what the Thin Man believes. She'd rather they continue living in the loops. It’s guaranteed survival for the both of them. They live to die. They die to live. Over and over again, guaranteed to live to die to live. But it wouldn't do if the Thin Man wanted to give up. "I always thought you were a very stubborn man. Stubborn since you were a child, and stubborn through every loop we persist in."

He had chuckled, and it was almost enough to make her smile behind her mask. "Perhaps I'm getting old - I simply cannot keep up the energy to continue these."

"Maybe." She hummed softly before pressing her hand against the screen. "But let's try this once more."

"Alright," he conceded, "once more."

And thus had ended that loop in a rain of sparks and a pool of blood.

#little nightmares #little nightmares 2 #ln lady #ln thin man #ln mono #ln six #did you know #this was ALSO #supposed to be A CRACKFIC???#IT DID NOT TURN OUT TO BE SO #anyway this is completely completed #because it was also supposed to be a one-shot #SOOO #i'll be releasing new chapters once a week #yaaaaaay

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