My Grand Plan is That I Will Be Remembered

Katniss has been Paired beyond her family’s wildest hopes. Her upcoming Binding to the High Priest-Elect is sure to be an event for the tomes of Flock history, particularly if her grandmother has anything to say about it. But the longer the preparations drag on, the more beleaguered the young bride becomes. Peeta Mellark may be handsome and kind, but is that enough to entice her into life as a prudent and pious wife … and with Madame Mellark as her-mother-in-law?

As her impending nuptials loom, Katniss begins to consider her options.

Is she prepared to face their cost?

Religious cult Everlark

Hello all!

Part two is finally here, and only a couple days past the self-imposed deadline! *self-high five*

Wow. So over a year ago, when posting The Flock: The Pairing, I had no idea it would garner the love and support that it has. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for your kind words and enthusiasm. Part two would not be here without you all.

And a HUGE thank you to the lovely and wonderful @rosegardeninwinter​ Part two truly wouldn't be done without her encouragement and editing and writing talent.

As always, all mistakes are mine.

I hope you enjoy part two and Katniss' journey to matrimony! And if you have not already, I highly encourage you to start with part one.

Snippet from my Librarian!Neris fic:

“So just tell Cassian we’re not, then?” he asked her, all innocent.

Jesus fucking Christ. She could not be going through this many surprises so close to Summer Reading!

“Cassian is texting you? How does he even have your number?”

“Facebook Messenger,” he explained with a wave of his phone. “I’ll spare you the obscene amount of profanity he used, but I think someone is feeling a little insecure about this heinous rumor. As he’s your problem, I’ll leave him up to you? Or do you wish me to? I’d be happy to, of course.”

Realizing the numerous ignored texts she’d received from him earlier were probably enquiring about this, Nesta grabbed her phone. Fucking Feyre and Elain. She should have known as soon as Eris mentioned the misunderstanding that it’d get back to Cassian. Because that’s just how life tended to go for Nesta; one fuck up mess after another to clean up.

Sure enough:

CASSian the Great (Ass): i know your still mad but feyre just told me the stupidest thing ever and i need to make sure its just feyre misunderstanding something.

CASSian the Great (Ass): are you and vanserra sleeping together??

CASSian the Great (Ass): eris vanserra

CASSian the Great (Ass): since theres a million of them

CASSian the Great (Ass): please dont tell me this is payback for the whole mor fight thing nes

CASSian the Great (Ass): i told you i already talked with mor and that the whole thing was a misunderstanding. Her humor is just shit sometimes

CASSian the Great (Ass): come on nes

CASSian the Great (Ass): i know your screening these

CASSian the Great (Ass): just tell me its not true

CASSian the Great (Ass): eris is such a fucking ass. You even said so all those times youd bitch about him to me

CASSian the Great (Ass): feys wrong right?

Nesta’s right eye started doing that annoying tick thing it always did whenever she was highly stressed.

What was she supposed to say to this? Did she let him know that yes, Feyre was completely wrong? And that even if she was sleeping with Eris, it was absolutely none of Cassian’s business?

Nesta bit her lip as she stared at the messages. She’d successfully ignored all of Cassian’s texts for weeks, but if she didn’t respond now, this would likely get worse. He was prone to hastily jumping to conclusions and recklessly doing something he’d later regret.

She added slimey, smelly sea creatures nibbling at Feyre’s feet to her calming vision. And the bright, hot sun to make her sister more miserable, too.

“Nesta?” She looked up at Eris, his amusement now morphed into slight concern. “He’s not mad at you, is he?”

She shook her head and set her phone face down on her desk. She didn’t have time for this. “I need to get back to work, Eris. My program submissions are due to Viviane in an hour and I’m only halfway through them.”

Eris nodded and stood up. Nesta breathed a sigh of relief, happy to focus again on things she knew. Things she was good at. She was just about to wake her computer back up when he stopped at the door, his hand on the handle, and looked back at her.

“What if we don’t tell them they’re wrong?” he asked.

“What?”

“Our family. Cassian. What if we tell them they’re not wrong and that we are dating? Or pretending to, at least.”

Nesta blinked, uncertain she heard him correctly, and let out a small, incredulous breath. Was he serious? He wanted them to go along with this? Have people think they were dating? “You want to be my boyfriend?”

“Fake boyfriend.”

She let out another incredulous breath. “Why?”