Page 28 of Finding Closure

I ran my tongue over my teeth. “It might come off a bit crass especially if you’re still getting used to the way things are now, so I ask you give the idea a chance.”

“It’s really smart, especially given our reputation for being fabulous lovers and romancing better than any other supes can,” Onas admitted which seemed to shock the dark fairies in the room. He simply shrugged as if to say a good idea was a good idea.

I pulled a few things out of my bag and set them on the table for all to see.

Or more specifically, magically pressed flowers only found in Faerie held in acrylic frames.

“The idea is—there is a large population of fans Tamsin’s detail has,” Neldor told them. “Men fall all over themselves when Ara walks by.”

I snickered when she rolled her eyes. “I get askeddailyif you will sign your page of the calendar. You have fan pages on supe social media. So do most of the captains I’ve trained with.”

“Yes, Dalyor is always so popular,” Neldor bit out.

“Actually, Agis is at the top according to Izzy,” I chuckled, nodding when he did a double take. “Tall, dark, and mysterious is a huge sexy cliché. The man barely talks and normally just grunts.”

“So this is like how humans buy merchandise from the bands they like?” one of the dark fairies asked, looking skeptical.

“Sort of, but more like how people buy the K-pop idol cards and signed stuff of their favorite or actor,” I clarified. “But it’s more romantic. Just like my paintings are supposed to be a blessing on their home, this could become the new thing to bless someone’s love life. I heard over and over again that fairies like to heal wounded hearts, and a fling with a fairy would…”

“Yeah, we know even if it’s not really flattering,” Neldor drawled.

“It was meant as flattering,” I promised. “What I heard was romantic and a bit like a normal woman would dream of a movie star sweeping her off her feet like in that movie. Someone got screwed over by their lover and they needed a fairy to come heal their heart and build back up their self-esteem.”

“I’m a bit shocked that you would prey on that feeling and try to capitalize on it, Your Highness,” a different man said.

“I’m not.” I frowned, glancing at Neldor. “Am I?”

“No, you’re more—not Only Fans, but something more innocent than that. And you’re certainly not forcing anyone. Guardians would line up to do this to help fund whatever to help Faerie.” He snapped his fingers. “There’s a thing in New York about auctioning off a date with hot firemen. It’s more like that. The proceeds go to charity.

“It’s all in good fun or this would be like a guilty pleasure. A secret wish they could have a date with a hot Guardian that’s too old for them or whatever. I don’t know, but it’s the dream, but really buying the magic and instead of a bouquet of flowers. It would be popular.”

“Izzy said she’d melt if Claudia gave her one,” I muttered, staring at it. “It would even be cute to figure out how to do it between lovers. The best gift Darby and Julian would give me was those magical roses at breakfast. I wish I had known how to preserve some of them like this.”

I blushed all the way to my ears they were so hot when I realized what I’d said.

Luckily, no one lingered on it, and we kept on topic. Most of them were hesitant, but the fairies who had been awake longer loved the idea. The woman who kept jumping in to support me said she would take on the task and not keep any of the proceeds even as long as we had people help get it all going.

Perfect. Better than perfect.

We discussed other ideas and proposals. They promised to think about what I’d suggested and get back to me with where they landed.

But soon. Faerie needed it, and they wanted to get back to their lives as well. Their new lives at least.

8

Not even a week later, there were so many wins that I didn’t know what to do with myself. The fairies who had been causing so many problems kept publicly apologizing at every turn. Most of them had been from the same area given how things had worked out, and they’d assumed everywhere else felt the same.

Now that they understood they were wrong and had a chance to see the change that was coming to their area and city, they were sorry.

I didn’t believe it for asecond, especially after being around several of them and hearing their thoughts, but they shut the fuck up and got on board with the program. I didn’t care if they disagreed or wanted to voice different ideas, but they were disruptive and trying to cause chaos.

Clearly, it was a plan that had been successful before. A few of them were annoyed they couldn’t throw fits like children as they used to and get what they wanted. It was honestly hard not to smirk as I listened to their thoughts while they gave me bullshit apologies.

They were mostly pissed I was beloved and they couldn’t change the minds of people. It made me a bit petty, and I said the same thing to each of them in their minds.

“If you ever come at me again and try to destroy the peace in Faerie because of your selfish desires, you will end up likeancients who are dust on Earth. I’m the granddaughter of a god, the future queen who untied the realms, and grantor of miracles that saved all of Faerie and her people. You seriously thought bitching and moaning would take me down?”

Most of them took the threat as they should have and realized they fucked with the wrong bull, and if they did it again, they’d get my horns.

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