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Secret Admirer | Part 2

Summary: When your date for the evening stands you up, a handsome, confident stranger swoops in to save the night from total disaster. By the next morning, you’re glad things turned out how they did, because Dean is a much better lover than your no-show ever could have been. You had just been looking for a one night stand, but could this night between you and Dean turn into something more?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader Rating: 18+ Tags: rom com vibes, dating apps, getting stood up, secret admirer, casual sex, Y/N is pent up and she is not shy about that, drunk sex, D/S vibes but not explicitly negotiated, Dom!Dean, Brat!Reader, slight power struggle vibes, oral sex (f rec), p in v sex, anal fingering, facial, surprise twist ending Bingo Squares: @supernatural-jackles TMASBingo - Quote C (bold in fic) “Tell me what you like.” | @j3bingo - Fucking Machine | @spndeanbingo - Anal Play | @spnkinkbingo - Facials | @anyfandomkinkbingo - Inconvenient Attraction | @anyfandomgoesbingo - Awful First Date Word Count: 3,531

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Dean slams your back against the motel door as soon as it’s closed, his forearms bracketing your head and his hips grinding filthily into yours.

“Gonna fuck me right here?” you breathe heavily, lips teasingly close to his, chest heaving so your breasts are pressing into Dean’s chest against the t-shirt beneath his open plaid shirt.

“Is that what you want, Y/N?” Dean drags his lips down the column of your throat as he speaks, his teeth scraping roughly over your skins as he bites out your name, and you think you’ve never liked the sound of your name so much before. You never want him to stop saying it. “You want me to pin you against this door and fuck you so hard it nearly breaks the hinges? You really want everyone walking by to hear what a fucking slut you sound like with my dick inside you?”

“Are you expecting company?” you ask, suddenly distracted by the fact that there are two beds in this motel room, and both have very clearly been slept in.

“Huh?” Dean pulls back and looks around curiously.

“Who’s sleeping in that second bed?” you point between the two of them.

“My brother,” Dean looks back at you quizzically before answering and stumbling over his words. “But he’s not coming back tonight,” he shakes his head in reassurance, closing you back in against the door.

“Good,” you breathe in relief, “because I’m not a fan of audiences.”

“Okay,” Dean blinks, “well, no one here but you and me baby girl. And whoever is walking by outside and hears you screaming,” he chuckles deeply, kissing down your neck again and grabbing your ass in his hands, pulling you against him.

“You think I’m gonna give it up that easily?” you laugh, trying to sound haughty, but the effect is slightly ruined by your breath catching in your throat as Dean grinds against you once more, the bulge in his jeans dragging roughly between your legs and making you swallow your moan.

“I thought you told me you were desperate?” he retorts, flashing you a cocky grin that makes you want to mess with him even more.

“You’ve still gotta work for it big boy,” you smirk, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing him down, like he’d done to you in the car, and Dean goes to his knees obediently, still grinning. “Why don’t you show me what else that mouth is good at besides the dirty talking?”

You let go of Dean and pull up the hem of your skirt, exposing your panties to the man kneeling between your legs. He doesn’t wait for any further instructions, immediately pressing his face into the material and using his teeth to tear the offending item of clothing down your thighs, so he can get to his true target. His tongue teases around your clit for the barest of seconds before he’s diving down further and devouring your cunt. One hand skims up the back of your leg and hoists your knee up and over his shoulder, so he can push in even closer. You groan, dizzy with the pleasure of it all, letting your head thump back into the door behind you.

“Fuck yes Dean, just like that,�� you pant, grinding yourself against his tongue as he kisses back up to your clit, focusing his lips and tongue and teeth on the small bundle of nerves while the hand that’s not holding your leg in place creeps up between your thighs so he can push a finger inside you. “Mmm, fuck yes,” you sigh, thoroughly enjoying how attentive a lover Dean is proving to be. You’re already beginning to near your orgasm, which you’re sure will only be the first of many.

“Tell me what you like,” you whisper against Dean’s ear as you straddle his lap on the bed, both of you now blessedly naked. You whimper a little as you press your hips back and the tip of his cock nudges against your entrance.

“I like girls who get on my dick when I fucking tell them to,” Dean growls against your neck, bucking his hips beneath you so his cock slides through your folds, skating over your clit easily thanks to how slick you are between your legs. You’re surprised he didn’t just slide right in.

“Oh, so you don’t like my teasing then?” you ask innocently, grinding over his dick, and you can feel the groan of frustration that rumbles through his chest, which is the only warning you get before suddenly Dean has spun you around so your back is on the mattress and he’s the one on top, grinding down into you.

“You know, for a slut who was so fucking desperate she had to suck me off in the car, you sure have been doing a lotta teasin’,” he smirks when you whimper as his dick pushes lightly against your entrance. “Maybe you don’t want me to fuck you after all?” Dean goes to pull away but you roll your eyes and drag him back down into a kiss.

“Don’t you dare,” you scold against his lips. “I haven’t had a cock inside me for two fucking months, you’re not going anywhere mister.”

“Shit, two months? Really sweetheart?” Dean pulls back and looks down at you, like he can’t quite believe it.

“Even thought about buying one of those fucking machines,” you nod seriously. “Honestly, might still buy one. They look like fun.”

“Why the hell would you need some mechanical dick when you’ve got the real deal right here, baby girl?” Dean laughs as he pushes in in one quick stroke, drawing a shout of surprise from your lips. “Think a fuck machine can make you feel the same way I do?” he asks, pulling out and fucking back into you sharply, setting up a brutal pace straight out of the gate.

“Oh god, Dean,” you mewl, curling into his chest and pulling him down on top of you, so his whole body is grinding along the length of yours as he ruts between your legs. “Fuck, don’t stop.”

“Yeah, there’s the little slut from the car,” he chuckles darkly, thrusting into you roughly. The headboard is banging out a rhythm on the thin drywall that you’re sure the next room must be able to hear. “Missed you, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, you feel so good, baby,” you whimper into his chest, kissing along the freckled skin that you can reach.

“Better than a goddamn toy, huh baby girl?”

“Yeah,” you nod, unable to deny it. “But getting one could still be fun. What if I wanted two cocks at once? Can you do that, Dean?” He pulls back onto his knees and sits up straight, wrapping your legs around his waist as he slows his pace to a teasing, grinding slide.

“Two at once, huh?” he raises a brow at you curiously. “You want something in that slutty little mouth to suck on?”

“Uh uh,” you shake your head, eyes squeezing closed as Dean angles his hips a little differently and skims over that spot inside you that makes you see stars. “Want something else fucking my ass,” you admit, groaning a bit in arousal at the idea, but also a bit in embarrassment. You’ve never told anyone that, but if this guy’s just a one night stand, what’s the harm; right? Dean stops thrusting suddenly, eyes looking down at you wide as saucers. You gulp nervously, hoping you haven’t ruined this. You’ll be so fucking pissed if that’s scared him off.

“That’s new,” he says after a moment, but it looks like he’s not disgusted by the idea, at least.

“Is that okay?” you ask hesitantly, biting your lip in apprehension.

“Well,” Dean smirks, leaning back down and dropping small kisses across your chest, working his hands under your ass to squeeze it enthusiastically. “I don’t exactly have a fucking machine in the car or anything, we didn’t even bring any toys with us this time” –he licks across one of your nipples, then pulls it into your mouth– “but I’ve got two perfectly good sets of fingers.”

A small part of your brain registers that Dean had mentioned ‘bringing toys along this time’, which seems to indicate that there were other times that he and his brother did take trips with sex toys packed in the trunk of their car, but that train of thought is quickly derailed by what Dean is doing to your body. You squeal a little when a fingertip skims across your puckered hole teasingly, even though you’d been expecting it, but he hasn’t quite got the pressure right, so it just tickles more than anything else.

“I think you might need some kind of lube if you actually want to go there,” you shiver, looking up at Dean hopefully. Now that he’s offered, you can’t get the idea out of your head. Smirking, Dean pulls his hands out from underneath you and leans down, teasing his fingertips over your lips delicately before pulling your bottom lip down with his thumb and sliding two fingers into your open mouth.

“Guess you did want something to suck on after all,” Dean laughs darkly, eyes holding your gaze intently as you continue to swirl your tongue around his fingers. “You better get ‘em nice and wet, because this is all the lube you’re gettin’, sweetheart. Somethin’ tells me if you want a fucking machine pounding you back there, you actually like a bit of pain… amiright?”

“Mmhmm,” you whimper around his fingers, feeling yourself flush heavily under such intense scrutiny.

“Well, we can definitely work with that Y/N,” Dean pulls his fingers from your mouth, dripping wetly onto your lips. “Thanks for telling me,” he whispers, giving you a short, sweet kiss. But he doesn’t give you a chance to answer before suddenly his cock is leaving you and he’s flipped you onto your stomach and pulled you up on your hands and knees.

“This what you were after, baby girl?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as Dean runs his wet fingers down cleft between your cheeks, stopping to circle lightly around your puckered entrance.

“Inside, baby, please,” you whine, pushing your hips back into his fingers, desperate to feel him inside of you.

“You greedy little thing,” he teases, fitting just the tip of one finger inside of you, and you groan when he won’t push in any farther.

“Ugh, this is why I need a fucking machine,” you complain, still trying to fuck yourself back onto Dean’s finger with no luck. “Machine wouldn’t fucking tease me like this, just pound me until I can’t see straight.”

You gasp in pain as a harsh smack lands over your pussy, smarting the skin.

“Stop being a fucking brat Y/N, or I can just go finish myself off in the shower without you,” Dean growls threateningly, but you just laugh.

“Yeah right, I know you’re dying to get your dick wet again. Just fuck me already, Dean. C’mon. Thought you were gonna make me scream your name by the end of the night?”

That was absolutely the right thing to say, because in the next instant Dean withdraws his fingers, spits onto you for extra lubrication, then works both inside together without any more warning or prep. You drop your head into a pillow, moaning loudly beneath the pressure of his fingers fucking your ass. It’s just a tiny bit painful, the stretch of his fingers is wide than your own, which is all you’re used to using, but the sharp edge of discomfort lights the rest of your nerves on fire, and when Dean pushes his cock back inside your dripping pussy your senses are awash with only pleasure.

“Oh my fucking god, yes!” And you are screaming now, just like he’d promised. “Fuck Dean, feels so fucking good, oh my god,” you’re practically sobbing into the bed, fucking yourself back onto his hand and his cock as he stuffs you full with each thrust.

“Yeah, who needs a fuck machine now, huh?” he grunts heavily, bending forward to grab your hair and yank your head up and back, using his grip as leverage as he fucks you. “Wanna hear you fuckin’ scream when you cum for me Y/N, you got that? Want everyone to hear what a goddamn slut you are for me.”

You nod, whining in pleasure, your breath heaving in your chest, getting caught up in your throat.

“What do you fuckin’ say slut?” Dean growls in your ear, scissoring the fingers in your ass to stretch you wider as he forces you back onto his cock.

“Gonna cum, Dean,” you manage to choke out. “Oh my god, make me cum, please… Dean, fuck… Dean!”

“That’s a good slut, let it all out baby, good girl,” he hisses, fucking your through your orgasm as you clench and spasm around him, your screams turning to whimpers, and eventually to silence as every muscle in your body freezes up, before a fresh wave of pleasure makes you melt down into the bed.

Dean pulls out and rolls you over roughly, your arms flinging limply like a ragdoll as you lay in your post-orgasmic stupor. He climbs forward, straddling your chest and jerking himself off hurriedly. Cum shoots across your face as Dean groans in relief, throwing his head back while he pumps his finish over your skin, tapping the head of his cock against your cheek and running it down to your lips where he thrusts against you lightly as the last vestiges of his release drop onto your tongue.

You wake up slowly, peacefully, and far too warm. You also realise you can’t move, which is entirely due to the arm and leg flung across your body pinning you to the mattress. Turning to the side, you see Dean snoring lightly, a look of peaceful oblivion on his freckled face. You smile lightly at the sight. You’d expected to be asked to leave after you two had finished for the night, but surprisingly, Dean had snuggled right up to you and basically fallen straight to sleep. You’d indulged yourself in the novelty of spending the night with someone else, since you weren’t sure when it might happen again.

Sighing heavily, you carefully try to extract yourself without waking Dean so you can get to the bathroom, but you have no such luck. He blinks awake as soon as you roll out of his embrace, looking up at you in grumpy confusion.

“Where ya goin’?” he asks with a hefty yawn.

You point to the bathroom in the corner by way of explanation and he nods, laying back down and burrowing into his pillow. Stealing some mouthwash to freshen up, you notice the toiletries bag on the counter has some distinctly feminine products in it – conditioner, hairbrush, hair ties, purple toothbrush, things that didn’t seem like they would belong to Dean – making you feel uneasy. He did say he was sharing the room with his brother, you suppose those could be his.

Reemerging from the bathroom a few minutes later, you notice Dean is up and out of bed, and making coffee at the little kitchenette in the opposite corner of the room.

“Morning, gorgeous,” he smiles when he turns around, kissing you on the cheek familiarly as he hands you a cup of coffee. You notice there’s no milk in it, which makes you grimace slightly as you take a sip, but your post-night out headache is starting to make itself known, and you need the caffeine more than you need it to taste good. “Coffee okay?” Dean asks, clearly noticing your expression, and you quickly school it into a smile, not wanting to be rude.

“Oh yeah, just hot,” you excuse and he gives you an understanding nod.

“Sooo…” Dean draws out the word like he’s about to come on to an awkward topic and you sigh heavily. Here comes the ‘nice to meet you, but I don’t want your number’ speech. You’d foolishly let yourself hope, after he’d let you stay and you’d woken up cuddling, and then the coffee and the small kisses… it had seemed like maybe he might have wanted to see you again. But you suppose you haven’t earned that much good karma in your life. No one is that good at sex and into committed relationships.

“Last night was…” he continues to speak, breaking you out of your thoughts, but he seems a bit lost for words.

“It was really great,” you smile, a little sadly. “For me, at least,” you add awkwardly.

“Uh, yeah,” Dean nods emphatically. “I had no idea you were into that kind of stuff, but I mean, I’m glad you told me, just wish you’d said something sooner.”

“Sooner?” You giggle into your coffee, braving another sip of the bitter liquid. “How much sooner did you want me to bring it up? In the bar? That would have been a hell of a pick up line: thanks for the drinks, wanna fuck me in the ass after a couple more?”

Dean snorts a little and rolls his eyes in exasperation, shaking his head.

“I thought the secret admirer move was a good one though,” he gives himself an approving pout and you laugh.

“Well it got me to come home with you, didn’t it? And it was a much better night than the one I’d originally planned, so,” you shrug.

“Yeah, you really went all out last night,” Dean said, taking another gulp of coffee. “I mean, you had so many details, and this whole persona, you really committed. Where’d you even come up with all of that?”

You’re staring at Dean in utter confusion now. Huh?

“What do you mean?” You ask slowly, completely thrown off track.

“You know–” Dean’s answer is cut off by the door to the motel room opening, and a man with long chestnut hair, wearing a plaid shirt just like Dean, steps inside. You breathe a sigh of relief: okay, the hair stuff must have been his brother’s after all. The man looks up at you curiously when he turns around and sees you, and you give him an awkward wave, internally thanking God you’d thrown a shirt and your panties on before you’d gone to the bathroom.

“How’d you get in here?” The man asks, confusion evident in his ruffled brow, and you frown slightly.

“Um, the door,” you point behind him to where he’d just entered. There was something very weird bristling in the atmosphere between the three of you.

“But I just left you outside in reception a minute ago, you couldn’t have beat me here,” the brother looks at you suspiciously.

“Sammy, what are you talking about? She’s been in here with me all night,” Dean looks at his brother in mild concern, like maybe the man isn’t well.

“No, Dean. She’s been out with me all night. We were trying to call you for ages but your phones were off, so we just got on with the hunt on our own,” Sam protests, suddenly producing a gun from behind him and aiming it straight at you.

“What the hell?!” you shout, putting up your hands and dropping your coffee. You suddenly notice that Sam has dark stains on the sleeves of his red plaid shirt that look suspiciously like blood, and you feel like you’re going to be sick.

“Woah woah woah, dude, calm down. It’s her, I swear. Don’t you think I would know? I was the one fucking her all night!”

“What the fuck is going on!” You demand, still staring at the gun Dean’s brother is aiming at your chest.

The door to the room opens once again, and someone you never could have expected steps through.

“Bayley?!” you shout incredulously, just as the newcomer shouts: “Y/N!”

The two men look between you in alarm, and Dean produces his own gun from beneath the mattress that you’d been sleeping on the night before.

“Wait! Stow the firearms guys, calm down,” Bayley hisses, stepping in the middle of everyone and forcing the boys to put their guns down, though they do it reluctantly. You’re still frozen in shock, watching the scene unfold before you. Bayley twists around and gives you a sheepish smile before looking back at the stoic men.

“So, I never told you guys I have a twin, did I?” your sister asks hesitantly, holding back a nervous giggle that you haven’t heard in years.

Dean looks like he’s going to be sick.

“Oh my god,” you groan as you suddenly realise what’s happened, what Dean was talking about when he was going on about a persona earlier. He thought you had been role playing. He thought you were Bayley. You’ve just fucked your sister’s boyfriend.

There’s a lot of competition for the title, but you think last night is now going down in your dating history as the worst first date ever, as any hope of this turning into more than a one night stand evaporates.

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Hotels in Tanjung Benoa And The Water Sport Activities

Tanjung Benoa is a Bali village located within the southern area of Bali, not too removed from Nusa Dua, right on the end of a peninsula. Resulting from its location the entire Tanjung Benoa Lodges cater to the extra wealthy tourists, finding budget lodging here is tough and the ones which might be accessible won't provide any views value mentioning. Inns and villas in this area start off at medium rates and climb to expensive in comparison with most of the different tourist areas round Bali. Even though the rates are much larger the value as a international vacationer is still exceptionally good and the service and high quality that you'll receive is excellent. Nothing is left to chance in Tanjung Benoa and you'll very seldom hear every other vacationer’s complaining about something if they have stayed in one of the hotels.

Commonplace services that Bali hotels and villas offer in Tanjung Benoa are very good air conditioned rooms with updated décor with a western model. Room service can be obtainable 24 hours to your comfort, and the in home bars restaurants will likely be 5 star affairs. Any such service can be frequent with a lot of the Tanjung Benoa Hotels even those in the mid range price bracket. Then the usual will increase once more as you keep in the extra unique lodges and villas.

When selecting one of the high rated locations to stay you possibly can expect nothing lower than excellent service and amenities. Many of those institutions offer non-public areas, obviously these are going to be the most expensive, however whenever you see what they provide you will admit that for the charges they cost it is extremely reasonable. Not so much the inns, but the non-public villas are the places to remain if you are on the lookout for a secluded vacation without being disturbed. Many of these provide private gardens, landscaped with tropical vegetation that shall be separated from another bungalows or villas, with your personal meandering path main down to a personal seashore so that you can sunbath on. There can even be a non-public pool close to your lodging that's solely for you and your visitor’s enjoyment. Aside from that the in house activities which might be supplied will probably be far too many for you to be able to do in one go to. The water sports alone that these Tanjung Benoa Accommodations offer will preserve you entertained your complete holiday.

Recommended Accommodations in Tanjung Benoa

Conrad Bali

The luxurious Conrad Bali is about within 6.8 hectares of manicured, tropical gardens and lagoons complete with cascading waterfalls and swimming pools that gracefully descend onto the lodge’s extensive expanse of seashore and protected bay. Located on the southern coast of Bali, Conrad Bali is conveniently situated solely ten kilometers (6.5 miles) from Bali’s Ngurah Rai Worldwide Airport at Denpasar and next to Bali’s Nusa Dua resort space. Designed in a horny E-shape structure, Conrad Bali offers three resort guest wings, an intensive Spa Centre, a retail village and a Convention Centre. The spectacular drive up to the resort entrance rises up three ranges to the porte cochère, passing a waterfall flowing from the lodge’s open foyer. Upon entering the resort foyer, the sunken Lobby Lounge, East, allows spectacular views over the Indian Ocean.

The Bali Khama

Witness Bali’s serene shores and exotic splendor from The Bali Khama. Boasting spacious suites and villas with a semi-open-air marble bath, the five-star, beachfront boutique lodge outfitted its accommodations with luxurious facilities, including high-speed Internet entry and a deck/ balcony, to create a regal, tropical ambiance for you. Apart from our elegantly styled guestrooms, we also lend tailored services. Butler assistance, VIP therapy on the airport, cooking courses, and golf-club privileges are supplied. Select from among our Romantic Pool or Honeymoon Suite Pool Villas, or Studio or Deluxe Backyard Suites. Nicely-appointed and boasting Europe-inspired decor, each accommodation is air-conditioned, and has a mini-bar, deck/ balcony, personal toilet and sizzling & cold bathe with bathtub, and protected.

Rising like a vision from the sea, the Grand Mirage is a refine and refreshing comfortable resort. Located on the tip of Nusa Dua Beach, in the serene district of Tanjung Benoa, the resort exudes an off the overwhelmed monitor atmosphere. Solely 20 minutes from the airport it's close proximity to the Nusa Dua Conference Center, the Bali Golf and Country Membership.

The locality of Tanjung Benoa is what makes it such a preferred and up market vacationer space. Being situated on the end of the southern peninsula ensures that there is no site visitors driving via and the one autos that might be there shall be those of the tourists staying on the motels. The rates of the resorts means that there's a extra fashionable clientele staying within the space and due to this fact you don’t have the noise and crowded seashores related to the more funds oriented areas of Bali. This is a nice vacation choice for couples or for households that prefer to have a soothing holiday and are not really in the night time golf equipment and bars of locations like Kuta. The short 15 minute drive from the airport is one other plus when staying in Tanjung Benoa accommodation. It is troublesome to differentiate between Tanjung Benoa and Nusa Dua when it comes to high quality and services and along the coast of Bali there are only a few different areas that can be thought-about as fascinating as Tanjung Benoa. The whole space has really been developed to an exceptionally commonplace with hectares of open land being landscaped in beautiful tropical vegetation and immaculately saved gardens. The roads are always kept in nice condition for you to tour the southern tip of Bali.

Another function that provides to the popularity of staying in certainly one of Tanjung Benoa accommodations is the pristine white sandy beaches with the clear blue ocean. There are a couple of islands shut by and the entire area is effectively protected against the strong currents and large waves which can be a common function of the resorts further up the west coast. This makes Tanjung Benoa a great spot for swimming and snorkeling, and at low tide it is doable to walk across to one of the close by islands, but just remember to regulate the tides so you don’t get stranded. These islands are un inhabited and don’t have any accommodations or resorts on them so on a quiet day you might be able to wander round all day and never see another vacationer.

Activities in Tanjung Benoa

Parasailing

Parasailing is a fantastic exercise by hinging the physique underneath airborne which is pulled by the velocity boat to overview the wonderful panorama of the coastal space. It would convey you to fly 95 meters above sea level and you may enjoy the stunning panorama of Tanjung Benoa and surrounding space. The friendly Parasailing Information will make sure you with the high safety equipment and short briefing earlier than flaying off. Your experience will begin from takeoff on the white sandy seashore to surround coastal space till touchdown again on the sand. It is certainly one of Bali Marine Sport Actions with exciting journey to be your next expertise throughout vacation in Bali.

Banana Boat

Banana Boat is the thrilling water activities ride on the rubber boat in form of Banana and pulled by the velocity boat. This adventure brings you to the fun situation together with accomplice or group which may give the memorable expertise. The journey trip on the Banana Boat is probably the most spectacular marine activities to discover the gorgeous seaside of Tanjung Benoa Seaside in south part of Bali. This seashore is featured by the calm seawater that ideally for marine sport actions and Banana Boat is one of the perfect selections to be experienced. Banana Boat using is without doubt one of the spectacular water actions to discover the warm and blue seawater within quarter-hour on each journey. The professional boat captain will make sure you to pleasurable on your journey with security tools and driving. The shock movement on Banana Boat driving is one of the unbelievable moments and provides you unforgettable memory.

Bali Golf and Country Club

Right here at Bali Golf & Nation Club in Nusa Dua, Bali, we’re all about the golf. We might wax lyrical about the views, the situation, the sea breezes and the tropical paradise setting, and doubtless will, but when it comes right right down to it, when you get out on the golf course it’s all about your recreation. That dimpled white ball is king round here, and your scorecard its humble servant. Which is why, at Bali Golf & Country Club, where we try to offer every golfer the perfect potential golfing experience ever, we do every part in our power to make every single day a fantastic golfing day.

Bali Yacht Charter

You can choose from a range of different charter yachts, sailing boats, and conventional schooners with knowledgeable crew and Western tour information for charter cruises from Bali by way of the Lesser Sunda Islands, to Sulawesi, and through the Moluccas. You too can select a Bali fishing boats from a fast (25 knots) state-of-the-art Blackwatch game fishing vessel with experienced crew and captain, heavy and lightweight fishing tackle, all electronics, satellite tv for pc navigation, top-of-the-range fish finder and sonar, and security gear.

The Tanjung Benoa accommodations are among the busiest hotels and resort on the island attributable to its preferrred location so it is advisable to e-book your vacation accommodation properly upfront if you wish to keep here. The vast majority of inns have a devoted website you could select your rooms and dates. The all supply online cost methods and accept major bank cards. If you do ebook on-line, just remember to obtain affirmation through electronic mail and test your bank card to guarantee that the correct amount has been deducted, the hotel staffs are all extremely trustworthy, but errors do happen.

Although you are going to be staying in one of the prestigious areas of Bali it's always a good idea to attempt to get a room that's not situated on the bottom flooring. The upper up you're the much less noise you'll hear. Vacationers coming and going into the foyer space can be fairly noisy with pleasure. Another benefit is the views it is possible for you to to see when on a better floor, the upper the ground the dearer it would most likely be, so simply finances what you are able for a more enjoyable time. April to September is the busiest time of the year for these motels so guide with that in mind. It is unlikely that a lodge in Tanjung Benoa won't present air con, however ask once you e-book simply to make sure particularly because the humidity will be very high and it is nice to loosen up in a cool resort room once you first arrive and give yourself an opportunity to acclimatize. Room safes are offered within the top lodges for you to keep your worthwhile gadgets in, use them. Don’t be tempted to assume that is doesn’t matter; the very last thing that anyone needs to lose on holiday is their passport. If attainable get a replica bank card from your bank and keep that within the safe as properly. The motels that don’t have safes within the rooms supply them in the reception area, pay the additional and preserve all essentials safely locked away.

The whole are around Tanjung Benoa is fairly protected and if you're not intending on traveling around a lot there's not a lot to worry about. It's once you resolve to travel outside the resort that it is advisable preserve a few things in thoughts.

Nearly everyone that travels to Bali will visit at the least one temple out of the thousands that obtainable to discover. When getting into a temple you will be required to wear a sarong or lengthy pants and shirt. With the heat in Bali it's better to go for the sarong, every temple affords them for lease or you can buy one at the resort or bring one from dwelling in case you desire your own or you're intending on doing a lot of temple hoping. Take a Bali tour service or use a Bali car rental service to drive you to the Temples you want to visit.

The best risk that you'll face when traveling to temples and other more rural sites in Bali is just not the pickpockets or thieves in human kind, however the ones dressed in fur with long tails. The monkeys in Bali are renowned for being the quickest little thieves you'll find, they'll snatch something that is hanging unfastened pondering that it is food. Over time they have turn out to be used to getting food from tourists and simply assume that you have something for them.

Preserve all loose objects securely saved in a bag and maintain it tight. If they do happen to grab something throw some meals down and they're going to drop it, or give one of the temple guides just a few dollars if it is a vital merchandise and they'll retrieve it for you.

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beauty and the beast - hwang hyunjin

♛➩ genre: fluff, angst

♛➩ pairing: fem!reader x hyunjin

♛➩ warnings: cursing and mentions of death

♛➩ summary: there were tales of a prince so beautiful, so handsome that even the gods would bend to his will; he was said to live alone in a castle by the lake, rumored to have killed his parents to earn aphrodite’s blessing. you are but a poor villager who strayed too far from the path home, lost in a haunted forest - until a certain, mysterious boy rescues you.

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“Father, please stop trying to fix what is already broken.”

“Y/N my dear, just about anything can be fixed if the right tools are used!” The plump, graying man chortled in a burst of usual optimism. His hands, covered in calluses from years upon years of laboring away in the tiny workshop off the back of the house, were holding a hammer and nail respectively. Back hunched over the edge of the creaking desk that was littered with tools and dust, the man aimed the head of the hammer and slammed down on the shiny silver nail, forcing it to dig into the bracket of the door he was trying to fix up - for the third time that same cold season.

Usually you would try to help your hardworking father, but ever since you had finally hit the ripe age of eighteen, he would insist that you save your “delicate” hands for less laboring jobs; like knitting, or perhaps sewing hats. Most of the other girls and women did the same, though there were a handful who worked more tiring jobs.

You would have given anything to be like them - to wake up early in the morning to get dressed for a long day of working at the local mill, maybe even the more populated woodworking shop in the heart of the village. Whenever you passed such a woman on the streets, you would occasionally admire how toned their muscles were, how simply powerful they looked wearing a traditional yellow or baby blue dress whilst they made their way to work.

You were not as lucky as them, though; you weren’t too toned nor built due to staying indoors a majority of the time, either reading or baking to your heart’s content. Before you had turned eighteen, you would pop into the quaint workshop resting off the other side of the kitchen area, munching on a freshly baked muffin or cookie; then, you would get to work on melting materials or handing off tools to your father while he continued to work.

The day you’d turned eighteen, your father had made sure not to put you in any possible situation that involved, well, anything remotely difficult or potentially damaging. When a girl came of age in your country, it was tradition that they halt any and all activities (namely ones that would dirty their skin or crack their nails) until they married. You were, of course, now put into that circle until you got married, but truth be told you didn’t plan on doing so any time soon.

That isn’t to say your father was a terrible man who believed in the system, but he was more than aware of your family’s low status in the village. After all, you still wore your late mother’s hand me downs from when she was your age, and it had been years since you had the proper luxury of being able to shop for your own clothes. You were tempted to sew or knit your own, but at the end of the day, you knew that it was better to sell the crafted dresses and skirts for a bit more money.

If you were to marry, he wanted you to be as pristine and beautiful as you always were in his eyes; this meant no hard labor and more time for you to have just about nothing at all to do some days. On such days you would either watch your father, or you would venture out into the village with a friend. Said friend would constantly point out richer looking men that the two of you came across, hinting that perhaps they might fall for you and, in turn, provide a better life for you and your father.

You found that mighty ridiculous, to say the least. “Right, just like your tools helped you fix the same exact door not even two weeks ago.” The words seemed to slip out of your mouth more naturally than your father would have liked, since he heard from around the bar that most wealthy men preferred women who were soft spoken or didn’t speak their mind at all.

Not that he agreed with any of that particular nonsense, why - he preferred you just the way you were; although it did mean he was the victim of your somewhat blunt undertone more often than not.

“Aye, my sweet little dove,” he hummed in a jolly tune, still pounding away at the hinges of the rickety door, “this damned door was fixed not once, but twice before! Door be damned, I’ll be able to fix it by the time the moon rises over the castle on the hill.”

“Yes, door be damned,” you said in amusement, chuckling to yourself as you turned and began to head towards the front door, tattered bag slung over your shoulder, filled to the brim with hand-made clothes made to be sold at the marketplace, “I’ll be home in time to make supper, father. Have a nice day!”

“You need to stop with the cursing, Y/N!”

But you couldn’t hear him, having already shut the door behind your figure in favor of leaving the shack that you called home. Your home rested on the edge of the village, not too far out to be considered an outlier, but it was enough to convince the other villagers that you were only at the rear end of society; more so than you could have ever imagined before.

By the time you had reached the marketplace, you had heard just about every insult known to man thrown your way.

Bitch.

Lowlife whore.

Forgotten trash.

Considering you had heard all of these names before, you could only hope that the minuscule brains of your harassers were able to conjure up better insults next time you came into town.

There was only one empty stall left for the taking, thankfully enough, though by the time you’d walked over you realized why no one had used it. Or rather, who had made sure no one else claimed it.

“Good morning, Jisung.” You smiled in greeting to the slightly taller boy, who grinned in a maddening joy upon seeing you set your bag of clothes onto the stall he had so diligently protected the past hour while he had waited for your arrival. “Thank you, for saving this stall.”

“Ah, it’s no problem at all, Y/N!” The blonde beamed in delight, “Today is Friday, and Friday is our day.”

You started to lay out a dress over the edge of the wooden stall, just under the hood of the balcony draped over with a purple linen cloth so the harsh sunlight wouldn’t make the dress too hot in case someone bought it and decided to slip it on in the inn just a few feet away. “I know, I know! We might as well just open up a booth together and split the profits at this rate.”

“One day, my dear friend; one day we’ll earn enough coin to build our own shop from the ground up, then we can run it together and become filthy rich!” He insisted loudly, a soft laugh threatening to escape your lips when a couple of girls flinched at his booming voice.

“Well, I’m afraid that I might be missing a few days of selling,” you hummed casually, catching how the blonde’s eyebrows quirked in curiosity at your words, “I am going to close my booth early today so I can go out and... look for a proper job.”

Your companion chokes on his breath, which had visibly hitched in his throat upon hearing your mini-declaration. “Y/N, n-no offense, but you aren’t exactly the blacksmith kind of material. And I don’t think any of the other shop owners are hiring - women... sorry.” He reminded you gently, his pink lips curling into a hint of a sympathetic frown. Both of you knew that women were still looked down on in the local villages and towns, though there had been talk of a movement in the more northern sanctums of the country.

Unless you were as fit and strong as can be, it was rather difficult to find a steady job in your village as a woman. Blacksmiths were always looking for hardworking men and women to help them forge weapons for the war effort to the eastern coast, but any other establishment was focused on saving money in case said war reached far enough into the countryside to force anyone to flee; because of this, a handful of workers had been fired and many more had been rejected of work so that the owners wouldn’t have to use their money on their efforts.

“I’ll find someone to hire me, Ji!” You insisted, “who knows, maybe there’s a couple who might need a midwife, or there could even be a tailor who needs an extra hand.” Your optimism is bright and burning, which you hoped would help you get through the day ahead of you, especially considering you figured you would face a handful of rejections before you found what you sought out.

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You certainly hadn’t been anticipating so many rejections, at least, not at the amount that had hit you in the face full force. Bakeries refused to even give you a chance, using excuses that were along the lines of them not needing any new workers; even if it was one that you knew was going into debt due to the lack of bakers. Any blacksmith was out of the question as well, you simply lacked the manpower to properly work a smithy or carry loads of iron bars. Why - you even tried the newspaper stand at the other end of town, but the boy working there at the time, Felix, could only offer you a sympathetic frown as he informed you that his boss couldn’t afford to pay another worker.

Luck had clearly not been on your side that day, or the next day - or the following five days after that. An entire, unsatisfactory week had passed, leaving you with a semi-permanent frown gracing your chapped lips as you once again made the long track home from your stall at the town marketplace.

The moon, cut into a soft crescent, glowed dimly down onto the path of pebbles and dirt you walked upon, occasionally kicking a gray stone aside to quench your everlasting boredom. Yet another uneventful day had passed, the only payment in the depths of your bag being a matching pair of copper coins, which had been given to you by a soldier as he bought a pale yellow dress for his wife back home.

He had said that his name was Minho, that he was a soldier for the country’s army. The raven haired man had also mentioned that his pregnant wife was practically all alone back home on the countryside, her only real company being her younger brother, a boy named Jeongin, who was already busy tending to the farm most days to ever take her out. When he had told you that she was more than likely going to give birth while he was fighting in the war, you had felt a surge of empathy rush through your veins. You offered him a lower price than you would have given to any regular customer, telling him to give it to her as a gift when he got home to his wife and baby.

Curse you for being so empathetic! A measly two copper coins would barely be enough to purchase a loaf of warm bread; you figured that you would have to make due with a bit of flour instead so you could bake the bread yourself, and then you would likely use the rest of your money to buy fresh carrots to prepare a broth...

In the midst of your brooding, you failed to notice that you had slightly strayed off the path to your home on the edge of town; in fact, the crescent shaped moon had thoroughly been blocked out by the canopy of haunting trees that stood proud and tall, how you didn't realize that you had stumbled into the blanketed forest leading towards a hillside, you would never know.

Only when a twig snapped nearby were you brought out of your hefty daze, your gaze shooting upwards from the ground to take in the sudden new scenery around you. The air had become chillier, more menacing than before when you were out in the open and exposed to the elements. Now, lanky tree roots dotted the less populated path and dense shrubbery popped out of seemingly nowhere.

Before the utter panic of being lost, or at least in a new territory where it was totally unknown to you, could settle in, a puff of cold air brushed past the side of your head. “Are you... lost?”

You nearly jump out of your skin at the voice, twisting and turning your body to feel less - vulnerable, so to speak, your chest heaving as you attempt to quickly regain your breath. The man - no, boy, now in front of you radiated a strange sort of aura, his hair as dark as the night sky and his skin as clear as any pool of water.

“W-who are you?” You manage to stutter on your words in pure nervousness, feeling all too small compared to the tall stranger a few feet away.

The boy appears to be at a loss for words, his lithe fingers twiddling with the cuffs of his oddly fancy, lavender button-up shirt. You give him a hasty once-over to size up his character while he hesitates to speak up, taking note of how his black dress pants and shiny brown shoes stood out from the familiar common rabble in the town. Putting yourself in his shoes would be an unfamiliar experience, due to your tattered, raggedy cloths, which seemed incredibly inferior to his almost noble attire.

“I’m Hyunjin, I live in - in the castle on the hill,” he finally replies to your question, his voice cracking as if he hadn’t spoken in centuries, “I don’t mean to intrude, but you seem a bit... lost. It’s dangerous for anyone to be out this late in the forest, you know.”

The only forest you knew of anywhere close to town was Cupid’s Forest, said to be seething with the rage of spirits who hadn’t been granted access to neither the underworld or the gates of Olympus. Since Cupid itself had originally been resurrected in the forest of spruce and pine trees, it had been dubbed of his name; but that legend was not what brought the area fame - or rather, mystery.

There was apparently a “lost prince” who resided in a lone castle on the single hill overlooking both Cupid’s Forest and Echo’s Lake, rumored to be a monster who had sacrificed everything he had to the goddess Aphrodite just to gain her blessing-

Oh.

“Y-you’re the pr-prince,” you breathe out in a stunning realization, eyes widening all at once. You watch carefully as Hyunjin’s muscles tense under his clothes, the boy clearly troubled at how you’d addressed him.

He tried to close some of the gaping distance between your bodies, both of you tense and mildly unnerved from the odd interaction so far. “Please, come to my castle - just for tonight,” Hyunjin pleads with you, stiffening even more than before at the chilling sound of a howl in the distance; it was not the howl of any beast he knew, rather it was the harrowing call of a spirit waking from its slumber at the presence of mortals in its forest, “if you wish to live, you must trust me, please.”

Damn it - damn it all. How could you have possibly roped yourself into such a situation?

“Lead the way.”

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Hyunjin had hastily led you to his home - his castle, for god’s sake, in record time. The second he slammed the front doors shut (which were a good eight to nine feet tall, something you didn't quite understand) both of you were subject to listening to the furious spirits pounding on the dark wood, their aged moaning and groaning akin to someone raking their nails down a chalkboard.

Even as the two of you hunch over to try and catch your breath, exhausted from the run through the periling forest, you can’t help but lift your head to scan your surroundings; after all, you were still technically in the home of a complete and utter stranger - no matter how handsome or kind he appeared to be, you had done well to remind yourself of the unsettling rumors that aged with his castle, his very existence.

Bright candles burned to give flickers of light inside the cobblestone structure, some of them engraved with odd details that nearly resembled a human face - though you assumed you were imagining that aspect of the décor, even if it did carry onto a particular bookshelf and an antique tea set.

In the center of his castle were two grand spiral staircases, blooming with vines and pink flowers that dwindled from the ceiling and entangled with the gold spindles that traced the outline of the white painted stairs. Craning your neck to get a better look at the dazzling staircase and the chandelier that hung above it, you spotted what looked to be a rounded, glass case of sorts at the very top of the stairs. You couldn’t quite make out whatever was inside the case, though you could see the tint of red and green that mingled together in the transparent glass.

“Miss,” the owner of the looming, mysterious castle uttered softly, catching your attention. You bring yourself out of your second daze of the night to glance over to Hyunjin, curiosity bubbling through your veins. Despite the nasty rumors you had heard on more than one occasion, the so-called prince had welcomed you into his lonesome home and saved you from the spirits outside in the haunted forest, why, even his voice was softer and kinder than you expected it to be. “I can take you to one of the guest rooms for now, if you like. I’m afraid there isn’t any food prepared, since I wasn't quite expecting a guest tonight - or... ever, actually.”

Your stomach rumbled hungrily at the mention of food, or lack thereof, but you didn’t feel the need to pry for a meal; not when Hyunjin had let you into his home. “That’s alright, I’m not too hungry anyway,” you lie easily, “but I am awfully tired.”

“R-right... well then, follow me.” He ushers out quietly, turning his backside to you so he can lead you through his enormous castle. You silently follow behind his figure, eyes flickering all about the cobblestone walls decorated with paintings and other knick-knacks that seemed somewhat out of place - even inside a castle belonging to a prince.

Instead of hanging paintings of his family, there are portraits of wildlife creatures that were either said to be myths, or they were known to be so dangerous that no one dared to go into their lands. From the likes of a dark coated Cerberus to the golden maned lion, it seemed as if Hyunjin had a taste for collecting paintings only of menacing beasts.

There were also out-of-place items that piqued your interest, such as the silver lined mirror that radiated a desire for you to take a peek at your reflection, although you ultimately decided not to in favor of keeping a steady pace behind the boy walking ahead. All across the walls were different symbols representing doves: including a painting, a wreath hung above an archway, and a statue depicting a trio of white doves circling a fountain of sorts.

How... strange.

So caught up in your observations of the grand castle, you hadn’t even noticed that the boy had began to lead you up one of the spiral staircases; at least, not until you tripped on one of the ledges, a squeak of surprise escaping your lips as your body begins to fall forward.

But you never hit the stairs. A pair of arms catch you just in time, slowly wrapping around your back to help lift you back up on your own two feet. Breathing a bit heavily from your awkward stumble, you manage to lift your head, quickly (and unexpectedly) met the gentle brown gaze of Hyunjin.

Hands still wrapped around your waist, fingers trailing along the ragged cloths that hung over your body, the boy’s pink lips parted in question. “Are you alright?”

“I - I’m fine, thanks to you.” You breathe out with the most minor of blushes, flustered by the immensely close proximity between your bodies. He smiles awkwardly at your thanking him, his own melanin cheeks showing a hint of red. When another few seconds pass in complete silence, both of you realize the little distance in the space between your bodies, and Hyunjin hastily lets go of your waist while you cough to break the almost perplexing sound of nothing.

Not another word is spoken in the time that he continues to lead you to one of the guest rooms in the castle, the sickly sweet silence deafening compared to the unabashed quietness echoing in the halls. Eventually you reach the end of one of the various hallways, Hyunjin opening the lone door that creaked open with a loud screech.

“Sorry about t-the cobwebs and stains, like I mentioned earlier, I wasn’t really expecting any sort of company.” He apologizes again, scratching the back of his neck while you step forward and take in the atmosphere of the bedroom.

Thankfully there aren’t any paintings of beasts or anything of that nature, since you figured that the haunting images on the canvas would likely gift you with nightmares of being hunted by the wild animals. Nestled in the corner of the room was a bed bigger than you had ever seen - no, ever dreamt of. Pearl white sheets drifting over the sides of the plush mattress, those which were covered mostly by a large, pastel pink blanket. A trio of fluffy white pillows rested against the wooden headboard, just asking for you to plop onto the soft material and roll around in all its greatness - but you held yourself back.

The cobwebs, which mostly dangled around the edges of a tall bookcase, didn’t really bother you all that much; after all, it wasn’t like you weren’t used to spotting them in the corners of your home, no matter how often you would clean the crannies of the tiny hut. “It’s nothing I’m not used to, Hyunjin. Besides, the rest of the room outshines the occasional cobweb - it’s... beautiful.” You echo your thoughts aloud to the quiet boy, fully stepping into the bedroom.

“O-oh, that’s good,” Hyunjin murmurs in relief, sheepishly wringing his cold hands in front of him while he watched you, a beautiful stranger, ogle over the room he considered to be a mess of filth. It hadn’t been occupied in years, unfortunately, having once belonged to - a friend, yes... a friend. “Please, get some rest. You must be exhausted after walking through the forest.”

Gods, did he suspect that you were someone important, trekking through the haunted forest all alone? “Yes, thank... you. I am pretty tired, to be honest.” It wasn’t quite a lie, as your feet did ache from the walk that had originally gotten you lost, though you neglected to mention how you were just a peasant who had stupidly strayed from the simple pebble path. If he was truly a prince as everyone said, he might be so bold as to kick you out should he discover your identity... then again, the raven haired boy has only been kind to you.

Hyunjin nods, but upon realizing your back is turned and you can’t see his actions, he clears his throat and slowly starts to shut the bedroom door, the creaking catching your attention once more. “I will wake you in the morning, my lady. After breakfast I shall escort you back to the opening of the forest.” He informs you, accepting your little nod as response enough before he finally closes the door, leaving you all by your lonesome in the guest bedroom.

You hurriedly kick off your dirty shoes and throw yourself onto the plush double bed, laughs of disbelief pushing past your lips. You couldn’t believe you luck, being (technically) rescued by a prince and offered a room for just a night in his wonderous castle. On top of that, said prince was awfully welcoming and, to an extent, just like any normal boy; not counting the fact that he was extremely handsome.

Ah, no need to dwell on that now, you thought to yourself, tucking your body under the plush pink blanket and white sheets as your head nuzzled into the comfort of one of the stray pillows, sleep poking at your senses, I was just lucky, that’s all.

Just as your eyelids began to flutter shut, you see something move in the reflection of a standing ornate mirror by the bed. Blaming the strange vision on your exhaustion from the events of the day, you shrug it off and huddle closer in the pile of sheets and blankets to block out the sudden chill that swept over the bedroom, falling into a peaceful slumber.

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The next morning, you wake to find that you aren’t in the small, uncomfortable bed that was tucked into the most cramped room of your house. Instead, you come to the quick realization that you are still tucked into the seams of the bed in a guest room that belonged to Hyunjin, the considerate boy who had given you a place of shelter for the night.

You recall him promising to wake you himself, but he is nowhere to be seen. The only trace of him having been inside at all was a stack of clean clothes sat on top of the bedside table, which had previously been empty when you first fell asleep hours ago. Clearly he had meant for you to see the bundle... did he mean for you to wear them?

Sitting up from the bed, you latch onto the clothes and bring them into your lap, carefully inspecting the fine material and sewing that went into the cloth. The top was a cotton, green button-up that closely resembled the shirt Hyunjin had been wearing the night before, adorning the same fancy sort of cuffs and perfect handiwork. The accompanying trousers were made of a foreign, incredibly soft but protective material, dyed a tan color that closely resembled the delicate skin color of your friend, Jisung.

In no time at all you’ve slipped out of your rags for clothes, letting them drop to the floor with no care in the world before you tug the cleaner, nicer cloth onto your body, all the while hoping that you weren’t in need of a bath; to stink up his own clothes would be pretty rude, you thought.

You choose to head out of the bedroom and into the hallway, not daring to explore the depths of the castle without the owner in your presence. Recalling what twists and turns he had made to lead you to said bedroom the night before, you retrace your footsteps until you come to the two spiral staircases. In the center of the balcony, there laid a pedestal - the very one that let the glass dome you spotted before rest on its top. Now, you could make out the familiar shape of a single rose inside the clear dome, the prickly stem green with life and stuck into a mound of... air?

“By the gods...” you can’t help but snort in wonder, taking a tentative step closer to the encased rose, blinking many a time to make sure you weren’t hallucinating. The delicate plant was seemingly floating in midair, the blood red petals still attached to the bud.

Suddenly, a sensation of chills ran up your body, goosebumps trailing your covered arms. You look around the balcony, trying to see if perhaps a window had blown open and let in a cold chill, but you found that they were all shut tightly and covered by the burgundy curtains accented with gold entrails. When you look back to the rose, a single petal had already mysteriously fallen off, going to float in the empty space of the dome.

Shying away from the rose, you shake away the unsettling feeling stirring in your stomach and make your descent down the staircase. A delectable aroma wafts through the bottom of the staircase, tempted your hungry self to follow the scent in search of food; you hadn’t eaten since breakfast the day before, leaving you quite desperate for at least a snack.

The fascinating aroma leads you into what you suspect is the kitchen of the castle, stacks of fruits and vegetables tucked inside wooden crates, two stovetops nestled beside one another with lit fires brewing underneath them.

“Good morning,” the boy cooking his concoction greets you warmly, his back muscles moving with any twitch of his arms against the oddly tight gray shirt he donned. His black hair was messy and unkempt, though it only added to his charming, boyish appearance. “I apologize for not waking you earlier, my lady. I’m afraid that a blizzard blew through last night, covering the only path to the opening of the forest. If we try to trudge through the mounds of snow, we will surely get a bad case of frostbite or even hypothermia.” He explains as he cooks.

So that was why you kept experiencing sudden chills - he had to have a stray window open, you just didn't see it. “I don’t wish to die in the midst of a blizzard, so... I suppose I’m stuck here for a little while longer, then?” You hum quietly, not wanting to sound intruding as you point out the obvious. Hyunjin nods to himself at your observation while you make yourself comfortable at the dining table, admiring the chestnut color and plush seats.

“I’m afraid so - not to be rude, but may I know your name? Calling you my lady out of sheer politeness is beginning to sound somewhat redundant.” He questions you as he finishes cooking, placing the food he had made onto two separate plates before he brought them over to the dining table, setting one of them down in front of you. He sauntered over to the empty seat opposite of your own, munching on a slice of bread.

You look down at your own plate, nearly drooling at the uncommon scent of ham, fresh bread, and jam; commodities you weren’t able to enjoy on a daily basis. “No - you’re fine, Hyunjin. My name is Y/N.” You answer him, grabbing a fork and stabbing the ham so you can bring it up to your lips, munching on the meat with a quiet sigh of content.

He smiles to himself at your enjoyment, having grown accustomed to having practically the same meal every day for his own breakfast. “Y/N... such a pretty name,” Hyunjin can’t help but mutter, repeating your name like a mantra inside his damning thoughts. For some reason, putting a name to your face only made his heart race faster and faster in his chest, made his words knot together in his throat as he tried to continue the conversation. “H-how did you come into Cupid’s Forest, anyway, Y/N? Most people tend to avoid it because of the spirits, even if it is daytime.”

“Erm, well-” you hesitate to tell him the truth, engrossed with the elegant meal and the oddly caring aura that radiated from his curious figure. Would he be upset that a commoner had wandered inside his walls, his safe haven? “I was walking home, but I got distracted and sort of... stumbled into the forest... by accident?” The words you say come out more so as a question, as if you were silently praying for him to avoid asking you anything else.

Luck was not on your side, apparently.

“Is your home really so far from the main hub of the town? Why would you take such a long path in the middle of the night? Isn’t it dangerous-?”

“I’m a peasant, Hyunjin… I have no other choice.” You finally burst out to put a halt to his questions, your fingers gripping onto the handle of the fork while your eyelids squeeze shut in sheer embarrassment. Gods, you were wearing his clothes - his expensive, brilliant clothes! And here you were, admitting so clearly that you were but a peasant in his castle - you’d blown it.

“Oh... well... you must find a different path home, then.”

You cracked open an eye in confusion, peeping to see the boy in front of you still casually chewing on his breakfast. “W-what?”

“I don’t want you to accidently wander into the forest again, you might get hurt if I’m not there at the right time.” He insists with a furious blush, letting his unkept black hair dangle just in front of his eyes to hide how nervous he was. “... And, you can keep my clothes that you're wearing.”

The only thing you can utter out is a hushed, “thank you,” your own cheeks mimicking the beat red color that dusted his cheeks.

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The damned blizzard had lasted three days since then, meaning you had been gone from home just shy of a week, and even now the terrible weather showed little signs of letting up. They were not uncommon in such a cold season, of course, as you could recall experiencing shut-ins due to many a blizzard in your time. However, you could not once think back to an instance where the snowy storm had lasted for such a long period of time - that in itself worried you deeply.

Was your father alright, all alone in the hut you called a home? Would he be overworking himself to distract him from the thought of you being gone for so long?

Did Jisung make sure to shut all his windows as the storm hit? Was the blonde, passionate boy safe and eating well? After all, he couldn’t have known that you hadn’t made it home those days ago, not with how dangerous the weather conditions were outside.

What of the soldier who had bought one of your dresses? Would himself and his fellow soldiers bare the harsh, dropping temperatures in measly tents and spare scraps from a local inn? What of his pregnant wife and her younger brother - could the boy properly take care of them all alone?

“You’re thinking again, Y/N,” you’re ripped out of your thoughts by the boy next to you, the sleeves of his knitted, caramel brown sweater pushed all the way up to his elbows as he slaved away at the bottom pane of the giant window he was cleaning. On the third day of your stay in his castle, you finally caved and began to clean his dusty, dirt ridden home, and he had joined you in favor of being a gentleman... and to clean up his home, of course. “What’s on your mind?”

You pondered on how to answer Hyunjin’s question. It wasn’t invasive, no, but you tended to hesitate on the idea of your friends and family back in town; not that you didn’t care or worry for them, you simply didn’t care to dwindle on the idea of leaving the castle when the storm finally lifted. Should you elaborate on your worries aloud... perhaps it would bring that reality closer than you would like.

“I’m thinking about my father and friend, wondering if they’re safe in such a dangerous blizzard.” You admit with a hum, steadying yourself on the step of the ladder as you scrubbed away at the top window pane with a key diligence.

“I... I can’t promise that they will be alright, Y/N, but I wouldn’t worry too much. Worse has happened, surely a blizzard won’t put them in a vast amount of danger.”

“I think Jisung will be okay, but I worry for my father,” you explain with a sigh, unknowingly gripping onto the damp washcloth tighter and tighter the more you pondered the fate of the only family you had left. “He’s probably worried sick about me and is overworking himself since there’s no way he can possibly look for me with this weather. Not to mention w-we didn’t have a lot of food left in the pantry before I left that day - oh dear, he’s all alone!”

For some reason, the panic for your dear father only just begins to truly settle in. He wasn’t as young and healthy as some of the other men in your town, he would struggle to move the logs into the fireplace - oh, what if he couldn’t even start a decent fire? He would surely freeze! What of the food? Knowing him, he would be too busy fretting over your sudden disappearance and working to remember to eat enough to sustain himself-

“Y/N, love... come here.”

You unconsciously listen to the concerned boy stood beside the rickety ladder, reaching over to take his hand and walk yourself down back to the ground. Immediately he wraps his sweaty, toned arms around your waist, effectively pulling you into his warm chest. A wave of warmth floods your senses as he tries to comfort you as best as he possibly can, going as far as to gently press his palm to the back of your head and encourage you to rest into the crook of his neck.

“You have to relax, love,” Hyunjin says truthfully, slowly walking you over to one of the loveseats in the main living area, just outside of the dining room where you’d been cleaning moments ago. He sits back on the red cushions, carefully adjusting your body so you could fit on his lap; the close proximity made his heart do cartwheels like gymnasts in a circus, but he didn’t mind. All he wished for was to help you relax and calm down. “I... I’ll tell you a s-story, if you like. Maybe it can help you calm down.” He offers softly, glancing down and taking your slight nod against his neck as a yes.

“Hmm... once upon a time, there was a royal family from a far, far away land, where the sea was as blue as the skies and the beach stretched out from town to town. They were a happy little family of three, ruling over their promised land in content - until a nasty woman who claimed to be a goddess came down from the skies with a message. She said that their only child was too beautiful, too good for this mortal realm - that he didn’t deserve to be seen as he was by the people of their kingdom. The woman was jealous of the family, especially since they openly defied her very existence and those of her strange family,”

“So, she banished the three of them to a lone castle in a distant land, surrounded by vengeful ghosts and terrifying beasts who could tear them limb from limb if they wanted to. In her mind, she assumed that they would drop to their knees and beg her for her blessing, which in a way meant they would surrender to the very being that they had defied for so long. But she was terribly wrong - they stood by their beliefs, their morals, no matter what she did to them...”

He started to trail off, a lump growing in his throat. When you shifted in his hold, though, he quickly cleared his throat and continued.

“For months they would go into the nearby town and offer refuge to any who needed it, and by the sixth month of their stay at the castle, most of the rooms had been filled with thankful civilians; from nobles to peasants, all were welcome. Then, one night, their son was foolish enough to try and venture out of the castle in the middle of the night. He wandered into the forest all alone, seeking out a spirit - by his logic, he thought that he could help them move on to a better life, but he was wrong,”

“No, a spirit didn’t get ahold of him - a wild wolf did. It nipped at his legs, tearing the muscles from one of them so harshly that he would never be able to walk without a limp. The beast clawed at his face, ripping down a set of scars that wouldn’t heal properly, leaving him to look like a mangled mutt. One of the residents at the castle, a friend he called Seungmin, heard his cries all the way from inside his bedroom. He quickly brought out two other residents and somehow managed to rescue the prince, bringing him back home for his parents to see...”

“They recoiled, immediately swearing that the boy they had brought to them was not their son. They raged, stating vehemently that their son, a prince, was handsome and fit - the very opposite of the mangled boy at their feet. In a state of disbelief, they fled, never to be seen again. The goddess laughed at the prince’s misery at first, but grew furious when his friends insisted that looks didn’t matter, that he was still beautiful on the inside and on the outside. S-so... she cursed everyone living with the prince, turning his only friends into inanimate objects and forcing his body to return to its normal state. She said, that whenever he fell in love and kissed the person of his dreams, he would revert back to his ugly form from the attack - sure to scare away the only other person who could ever love him... the end.”

You whine into the crook of his neck, dissatisfied with the ending of his story. “The prince has to be happy, Hyunjin… I think that his love will stay with him, he sounds lovely, after all.” You insist with a light yawn.

The boy chuckles half-heartedly at your words, using his fingers to soothingly rub your back and encourage you to sleep. He found it amusing how you were so far from the truth, yet so close at the same time - you even knew he was a prince, apparently. “That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” Hyunjin mumbles, eyes glazed over in sadness. “But he isn’t as lovely as you might think, love. He drove his own parents away-”

He pauses mid-sentence when he hears a light snore escape your parted lips, looking down once more with a fond sensation crawling into his heart. Your cheek was pressed against his shoulder, a tiny bit of drool pooling at the corner of your mouth, but he didn’t dare try to move you away from him.

Not when this was as close as he could possibly get to you without ruining everything.

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You weren’t sure how you ended up back in the bed of the guest room, truth be told. The last thing you could fully remember was Hyunjin telling you a story, with you curled up in his lap - oh... and hadn't the story been awfully sad, as well?

Perhaps you could ask him at breakfast. Yes, that is what you would do; had he heard the story from a book, or did he know the prince in the tale himself? It sounded so, so familiar, but you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

With a huff you slide out of bed, running your fingers through your messy hair as you stand and look to the bedside table, expecting to see another fresh bundle of his clothes for you to wear; but nothing was there, nothing at all. Maybe you had woken up before him, for once.

Not wanting to go out and see Hyunjin in dirty, likely stinky clothes, you hop over to the closet by the window, opening it up and searching its contents for a top and trousers. Soon you come across a plain gray sweater and green trousers - that would do.

Slipping the new clothes on, which were a tad bit smaller than Hyunjin’s, you fix your hair as best as you can, taking a quick, nonchalant peek out the window. Your jaw gaped in shock at what you saw, or rather, lack of what you saw. All the snow had melted, leaving remnants of the blizzard by the traces of white on the leaves of the trees on the prickly grass. The blizzard had come and gone - meaning that you could finally go home... away... from the castle, away from Hyunjin.

Why was it so hard to accept? You knew that you would have to go home at some point, but you had come to enjoy being at the castle... being treated as an equal. You - you enjoyed being with Hyunjin.

Feeling less enthusiastic than before, you trudge out of the guest bedroom, heading straight for the staircase. Unknowingly, you look at the rose in its dome, blinking sadly as you realize that only one petal remained. The others had since wilted off the flower, deemed worthy to only float in the space of the small glass cylinder. It seemed as if both you and the rose had succumbed to an eerie sort of sadness.

You finally find Hyunjin in the library, his nimble fingers slowly tracing the black ink of the novel he was currently engrossed in. His midnight black hair had been combed neatly to reveal the true, soft nature of his head of hair, though instead of the usual cuffed shirt or sweater, he now donned a long sleeved white top and black vest, his dark trousers held up with a belt that was decorated with a single sword nestled in the hilt.

“Good morning, Hyunjin,” you greet the boy in a soft manner as to not startle him, smiling bittersweetly at his cute jump of surprise and the noise that escapes his throat. Turning to face you, he opens his mouth to speak, only to fall silent. His sharp gaze runs up and down your body, a hint of... a scowl, of all things, gracing his features.

“Morning, love,” Hyunjin puffed after a moment of utter silence, sweeping his gaze straight back up to meet your own confused one, “... my clothes are outside your door, I didn’t want to accidently wake you up so early today. Go change.”

“I - excuse me?”

He flushes at his harsh tone, quickly shutting the book in the palms of his hands and pushing it into the bookshelf, back in its original spot. “S-sorry... I um, I just - this is your last d-day here... I would like for you to wear my clothes, I guess.” The soft-spoken boy finally admits with a burst of semi-confidence, catching the both of you by surprise.

“I - would... like to wear them, I guess,” you echo him sheepishly, feeling a wave of heat crash into your cheeks, cursing yourself for blushing so easily in front of the boy. He visibly brightens at your words, straightening his posture to appear less nervous.

“Good - I mean, great! W-we should-” he’s harshly interrupted by a pounding sound from the front door of his castle, causing both of you to freeze in surprise; you, more with confusion, him, more with fear. Hyunjin was no fool, he knew of the rumors surrounding his castle - his life. No one dared to approach his castle on their own good will, he had learned that lesson long ago. “Stay behind me, Y/N.” The prince ushers you behind his figure in haste, one hand holding your hip to keep you safe while the other rested by the hilt of his sword. He knew you would try to follow him if he pushed you into another room, so he figured keeping you behind him would be better than nothing.

Slowly but surely, he walks towards the front door, leading you out of the library and to the tall entryway. Whoever is on the other side is persistent in their knocking, furiously pounding on the dark wood as if their life depended on it. Hyunjin carefully opened the door, breath hitching in his throat at the sight before him.

A crowd of soldiers and townspeople were gathered at the front of his castle, brandishing either torches, rakes, shovels, or in the worst case, swords.

“Y-Y/N! Sweetheart!” A booming voice snaps you out of your wonder - no, it couldn’t be, right? Still, you peek around Hyunjin’s arm, nearly crying out in relief when you see your father. “Get away from my little girl, you foul beast!” He calls out to the boy stood frozen in front of you, waving his lit torch around threateningly.

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. Hyunjin was no beast, he had saved you, protected you - treated you like a real person. “Father, you must be mistaken,” you answer him in bewilderment, causing a ruffle in the crowd, “Hyunjin - he’s the only reason I’m even alive right now. He saved me from the spirits and gave me shelter in the blizzard.”

The crowd of civilians and soldiers brush off your words with no hesitation, a few of them stepping closer to brandish their weapons at the raven haired boy. His grip loosens on your hip, until his hand falls completely off of your body. “No, he’s right, love. I - I am a monster.” Hyunjin whispers, much to the satisfaction of those throwing insults at him.

“That’s bullshit, Hyunjin,” you curse at him in hurt as he tries to back away and let you go to your waiting father. You can barely make out the sound of your father insisting for you to come to him where it’s ‘safe,’ as well as Jisung calling out your name in pure confusion. Yet, you don't move, choosing to stand your ground in front of the wilting boy. “You are anything but a monster. Why - why would you think anything like that?”

“B-because I am the prince in the story, Y/N!” He shouts in pure, heartbroken fury, lifting his head to meet your concerned gaze, his brown eyes filled to the brim with unshed tears. “The real me is ugly and unlovable - fuck, I was so ugly that my own parents ran away, and they died because of it! If I hadn’t been so fucking stupid, I wouldn’t have been attacked! I - I wouldn’t be a monster that scared his own mother and father so much that they would run from the only safety they knew, only to get killed by the other beasts in this damned forest!”

You hear the people behind you shifting, as this had been the first time anyone had confirmed any of the boy’s backstory - and it came from the prince himself. The prince...

“The second I kiss my one true love, they will see what I truly look like! T-they will run away in horror at how fucking disgusting I am - and I can damn well prove it...” Hyunjin breathes heavily, throat sore from his screams of rage, of pain - of loss. Without a second thought, he pushes away any hope he has left in his soul, stepping forward to cup your cheeks in the palms of his warm hands.

The heartbroken boy brings your lips to his own, passionately kissing you with everything he had left - he just knew that the second you opened your eyes, you would run. You had only known him for six full days, there was no possible way you had fallen for him like he had for you - but he knew you were the only person for him. The second you had stepped into his castle, one of the petals from the rose Aphrodite ‘gifted’ him had wilted, revealing that his time as the handsome prince he used to be would be over soon.

And this - this was that time.

When Hyunjin pulls away, you slowly open your eyes and see him. There’s a set of scars running from his hairline all the way down to his bottom lip, the flesh not fully healed from the devastating attack. You glance down, spotting his left leg, once normal, now lame and slightly wobbly. He has to lean against you to hold himself up, but he clearly expects you to push him to the cold, damp ground and flee back to your father’s arms.

You kiss him. You kiss him with all the love you can muster, bringing your fingers to his scarred face and tracing the wounded skin as if you were mapping him out for the first time. In just a measly six days, you had truly fallen for the lonely but sweet prince, loving him for his soft-spoken words and nervous stumbles, his cooking that certainly needed some work, his talent for storytelling - for him.

When you pull away, you smile up at the stunned prince, eyes flickering all across his beautiful face. Scars or no scars, he radiated warmth, and he looked just the same to you.

“H-hey, where did you come from!?” A soldier suddenly calls out in surprise, causing both you and Hyunjin to look towards the entrance of his castle in confusion. His eyes light up when three other boys stumble into the sunlight, all wearing different styles of clothes and donning differently colored hair.

“Woojin, Chan, Seungmin - h-how?” Hyunjin stuttered in utter shock, leaning against your side for support since he couldn’t properly walk towards them.

One of them steps closer, glancing between you and his friend with an amused glint to his gaze. “I guess Aphrodite gave up since your girl didn’t run away - oh, by the way, you’re wearing my clothes, miss.” The brunette boy hums with a cheeky smirk. You blink, glancing up at a flushed Hyunjin in quiet amusement.

So that was why he wanted you to change back into his clothes.

“I - I suppose you’re right, Seungmin,” he breathes out softly, happily squeezing your hip as he turns to face the mumbling crowd. “S-sir, please - I know I’m the farthest example of a man you could ever expect, but... I truly love Y/N.”

You turn in his grip to face your father, who narrows his eyes almost suspiciously at the black haired boy holding onto you. And then, he says, “- welcome to the family, my boy!”

Wait -

Your pudgy father waddles over to you, placing a hand on both you and Hyunjin’s shoulders. “I suppose if anyone can win my daughter’s heart, I must approve. I’m afraid some of these men in town are only after her because she’s so damn pretty. She’s much more than just a pretty face, you know!”

“Trust me, sir, I’m well aware,” Hyunjin laughs quietly, fondly looking at you once more.

“Sorry about the soldiers and shit,” your friend from town speaks up, having finally pushed through the bustling crowd and approached the little group, “we all thought you were like, a murderer or something. Rumors and all, not too kind to you.” Jisung apologizes with a sheepish laugh, all the while shaking Hyunjin’s hand.

At the mention of the awful rumors, a majority of the crowd quietly apologizes as well before dispersing; after all, a mere boy was no real threat to them, not when they learned the truth.

You smile up at Hyunjin, stepping up on your tip-toes to reach his mouth, pressing a faint kiss to the corner of his lips, just above part of his scar. He blushes furiously and does the same to you, resting his forehead against yours, his soft breaths fanning against your lips.

“Thank you, love.”

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AVSS - Parachute System for DJI Matrice 200 Series

The ASTM F3322 compliant PRS-M200 has been designed to be easily integrated into the DJI Matrice 200 series. The attachment bracket secures the PRS without interfering with sensitive GPS modules and easily fits in your carrying case. The system includes an electronic module to power the Parachute Pod and flight termination system. The onboard system comes equipped with an automatic triggering device to deploy the parachute. An independent remote for manually deploying the parachute provides you with constant control over your operations.

· KEY FEATURES

· Field replaceable Parachute Pods

· Plug-and-play flight termination system

· Less than 0.5-second automatic deployment

· Greater than 2km/1.2mi remote range

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COMPLETE SET INCLUDES

· Two (2) Parachute Pods

· Electronic module

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· Two (2) electronic module batteries

· One (1) year, three (3) deployment warranty

· CAA & ASTM F3322 documentation

GPC DJI Mavic Mini Case

The highly anticipated lightweight jewel from DJI is here. The Mavic Mini comes with a sweet little zippered container with limited protection and minimal storage space. We have created superior protection against the conditions your Mavic Mini will encounter in your adventures. the stock accessories of the entry level configuration and it is convertible to the Fly More Combo kit. This case will pack all of your entry level kit and convertible to accommodate the Fly More Combo kit with a cell phone as a monitor (without protective cover) and cables. Keep in mind a great reason to keep your phone in here is not only as a monitor but great protection for wet or sandy conditions. And this watertight case floats so take it on the watercraft, kayak or raft.

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CORSAIR Crystal Series 680X RGB Tempered Glass PC Case Review

The new CORSAIR Crystal Series 680X RGB is a dual-chamber tempered glass ATX case available in both white and black colors. With room for up to eight fans and four radiators, including one 360mm, superb airflow and brilliant RGB lighting from three LL120 RGB fans all being controlled by the included CORSAIR Lighting Node PRO and powered by iCUE software. Show off a stunning view of your PC’s components with three tempered glass panels on the front, roof, and hinged side door, while an optional vertical GPU mount allows you to put your graphics card center stage. Packaged in a standard brown cardboard box is the Corsair Crystal 680X RGB. You kind of get a feel of what the case looks like, but you do get much more detail of what the inside of the case looks like with a very detailed exploded view. Once taken out of the box and its styrofoam cocoon you will find that the Corsair Crystal 680X RGB has yet another form of protection with a cloth bag over the case. You also get quick access to the case manual and a screen with magnets on it. We will figure out where that goes later. A small, yet effective, a piece of foam is placed at the top of the case between the glass front panel and the bezel. This is done for the reason that the top right portion of the glass is not directly attached to the case. Our First full look a the 680X RGB, striking yet basic styling. With an almost pure white color and smoke tinted glass pieces, you can be sure that the Corsair Crystal 680X will stand out in any room, even when the lights are off.

Corsair has this to say about the Crystal 680X case. Equip your PC with outstanding high airflow cooling, with four fans and a Direct Airflow Path layout delivering massive airflow to your PC’s hottest components Illuminate your system with three included LL120 RGB fans, boasting a total of 48 customizable RGB LEDs An included CORSAIR Lighting Node PRO turns the 680X RGB into a smart case, powered by CORSAIR iCUE software that brings your system to life with dynamic RGB lighting synchronized across all your iCUE compatible products, including fans, RGB LED light strips, DDR4 memory, keyboards, mice and more Custom builds needn’t be cluttered - a distinctive dual-chamber design makes it incredibly easy to assemble an immaculate system that keeps cables tidy and out of view Three crystal-clear tempered glass panels, fitted in the front, roof and a hinged easy-access side panel door, provide a stunning view of your PC’s high-profile components Specifications • Dimensions (L x W x H): 423mm x 344mm x 505mm •Material: Steel, Plastic, Glass From this view, we can see a majority of the items that make this PC case different than most. Made of metal, plastic, and glass is nothing new, but the style, design, and layout are. On three sides of the Corsair Crystal 680X, we have some sort of tempered glass. The top and front pieces of glass cover the ventilation opening and where either fans or radiators may be installed. The largest piece is the all glass (minus the hinges) side panel.

Let us start our journey of the Corsair 680X at the top of the case and we find that you have buttons and connection available to you. The buttons include the power and reset, while your other connections are placed between them. The ports that you can access are mic/headphone, Type-C 3.1, and USB 3.0. It might seem like a minor detail, but I do like that the rest and power buttons are not next to each other to help prevent those accidental button pushes.

Sliding over to the left we get a better look at the top panel and the glass that decorates and protects this area. I know the first thing you are saying is "That glass will restrict the air flow!". As we can see that the glass is raised up off the top of the case and is totally unblocked on all four sides. A rough measurement gives us a total of 22.5 square inches of open space for the air to escape.

If you would like to remove or replace the tempered glass, four thumbs screws can be removed and then the smoked glass can be taken off.

Looking at the front of the Corsair 680X we see the second piece of glass. Like the top piece this on is raised off the front of the air intake about .5 of an inch and is 18.5 inches long and 7.5 inches wide. Although it is raised off the case the front panels are made to blend the glass into the design. Along the left side of the front panel eight .5 x 1.5-inch vents are added to increase the amount of air allowed into the case. I looked on how the panel could be removed and found that it would require a small Philips screwdriver and probably 20-30 minutes as it appears that you would have to take most of the front section apart. Moving to the right side of the case, which has a solid side panel, we see that there is plenty of air intake. An included magnetic fan filter is placed over the perforated metal. Why is there an air intake placed here? This is where the intake of the power supply will be getting its fresh air.

The rear of the case gives us a glimpse of what the inside might be like. The right looks like your typical modern day pc case, but it is quickly noticed that the power is over the left and has been turned vertically. Above that we can see were plenty of air can flow in or out of the Corsair 680X with or without the assistance of fans.

Turning the case so that we can see the bottom allows us to see that a plastic removable dust filter covers an opening that enters the main cavity of the case.

It is about time that we jump into the inside of the case, but first, we get a pretty good view of the left, all glass, side panel. A black stripe along the edge of the panel helps hides the sides of the metal case giving it a cleaner look. Two hinges are at the rear and are attached to the panel with a single screw on each hinge.

The door is held closed with lightly powered magnets at the top and bottom right side of the glass. Just enough strength to panel closed and that a slight tug with allow the door to open. A single screw on the top hinge can be removed to allow the entire door to be taken off for easy access.

The all-white interior matches the outer color keeping the "snow blind" look intact. A huge hole in the motherboard mounting area gives everyone a generous amount of access to the backside of any motherboard installed in the case. 9 rubbers grommet pass through areas and three small holes at the very base give any PC builder plenty of options to run wires and cables.

Included with the Corsair Crystal 680X is an SP120 fan at the rear. From this viewpoint, there are vertical GPU mounting slots available with all the other normal I/O port outlets.

Turning our attention the front side we see that we also get 3 LL120 RGB fans with the purchase of the Corsair Crystal Series 680X RGB. The three LL120 RGB fans give you a total of 48 customizable RBG LED's. If you noticed there are two thumb screws just off to the right of the top and lower fans. Once removed you can take out the whole panel with the fans are attached to it. The two front panels (one left, one right) can be removed to get access to those areas behind them to do what you like. The top inside of the case shows us where you can install fans and radiators of different sizes. Once again with the removal of two thumb screws, you can completely remove the mounting bracket.

A true totally tool-less storage cage made of plastic allows you to put plenty of 2.5 and 3.5 drives into the Crystal 680X. For the 2.5 size drives, all you need to do is insert them till you hear a click, while the 3.5 drives have just a few more steps of removing the holder, insert the drive while letting the 4 pins snap into the screw holes. Then all you have to do is replace the holder, with the drive, back in the cage and you are all done. Let's say you do not need four holders for SSD's. simply remove the ones you do not need. The 2.5 cages are locked together with "arrow" shaped tabs that when tugged on snap apart and back together again.

Mounting of the power supply is pretty straight forward. Make sure you remove the small holding tab on the larger plate. This small tab, once reinstalled, will keep the PSU from moving around during transportation. 4 rubber pads isolate the PSU from the mounting hardware thus helping to eliminate any possible noise to be transferred to the case.

What we see here is the Lighting Node Pro... and this what? This turns the Corsair Crystal Series 680X RGB into a smart case which allows you to control and synchronize RGB lighting through the Corsair iCUE software and across all iCUE compatible products that include fans, RGB LED light strips, DDR4 memory, keyboards, mice and more.

https://youtu.be/5WcKiOWV4lY https://youtu.be/pIyXchGHlI4

Hardware Installation and Clearance Compatibility

Shown in this section is a simple and rather quick install of the hardware and what I think a non-cable management person might do. I did this to illustrate that even without full-on management you can still have a very clean looking PC.

Expansion Slots (Main): 8 + 2 Vertical Motherboard (Main): E-ATX ATX Micro-ATX Mini-ITX Clearances: PSU: 225mm CPU Cooler: 180mm GPU: 330mm

Cooling Layout: Front: 3x 120mm, 2x 140mm (3x 120mm included) Top: 2x 120mm, 2x 140mm Bottom: 2x 120mm / 2x 140mm Rear: 1x 120mm / 1x 140mm (120mm included) Total of 8 - 120mm or 7 - 140mm or mixture of fans can be installed into the 680X RGB Radiator Compatibility: Front: 360mm / 280mm Top: 280mm / 240mm Bottom: 280mm / 240mm Rear: 120mm Room to mount up to four radiators – including one 360mm such as the CORSAIR Hydro Series H150i PRO liquid cooler. Included Fan Specifications LL120 RGB SP120: Quantity Included 3 Speed (rpm) 600-1500 +/- 10% RPM 1200 +/- 200 RPM Airflow (@ rated speed) 43.25 CFM 51.3 CFM Static Pressure 1.61 mm-H2O 1.51 mm-H2O Sound Level 24.8 dBA 23.87 dBA SP120: Quantity Included 1 Speed (rpm) RPM 1200 +/- 200 RPM Airflow (@ rated speed) 51.3 CFM Static Pressure 1.51 mm-H2O Sound Level 23.87 dBA Dust Filters Removable dust filters: Top, front, floor, and PSU

Storage: 4x 2.5" SSDs 3x 3.5" HDDs Both drive cages are removable No tools need to install drives No Rom Drive Bay

Cable management: Plenty of space for all your cables behind the main/dividing motherboard tray 9 pass through grommets 3 smaller non-grommet pass through Raise cable tie mounts in the right place Keeps a majority of the cables hidden from the visible side

After digging around, taking it apart and installing a system I will have to say that I believe the Corsair 680X RGB is made mostly for high airflow cooling. Corsair does list a lot of possibilities to mount radiators of all sizes, yet you really have nowhere to install a good size pump and reservoir. This leads me to think that they are hoping/pushing you to install one of the Corsair AIO's. Which is not a bad idea, considering the smaller inside size of the 680X. Now I am not saying that a custom water cooling loop could not be installed. You will just have to down-size some the components or maybe placing in them on the non-viewable side. But, as case modders will do, a window could be easily be added to show off the water cooling hardware. Not being a fan of all the crazy RBG stuff when it is pushed upon you and can't you can do nothing about it or with it. I will say that the NODE Pro and iCUE software helped ease my pain. Playing around with it and being able to set a nice single color that was not too bright, made me rather happy. The two products allow you to do so much with the lighting that found myself playing with the lights and effects for quite some time.

Placing the power supply vertically behind the motherboard mounting was smart for several reasons. One is that you have now created a compartmentalized case that has removed some of the heat from one area completely. Second, you have now lowered the overall height of the case, yet you can still install an ATX sized motherboard. Lastly, you made a huge area to route and hide every single cable. Great for those that just hate to do cable management but want a clean looking inside, but also great for those that must make sure that every tiny cable is folding, routed, and tied down. At a suggested price of $249.99USD, some might think that is a very tall price to ask for. But, if you step back, look at what you are getting and add up the pricing of the NODE Pro, three LL120 RGB fans and a fourth 120mm rear fan you are already at about $160+. So this means you are only paying about $80 for the case. Overall I do like the look (minus the top glass piece...) and size of the Corsair 680X RGB. The white color gives a great base for someone like me, a modder, to paint the case any color I want it to be. If you are looking for your next custom build and want it to be incredibly easy and undeniably cool then I would recommend that you take a long look at the 680X RGB. So with that said I have already installed a new system into the Crystal Series Corsair 680X RBG and will be using it soon as my daily PC, but I think I am going to keep it white... for now. Read the full article

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