Not a Pawn But a Queen

Official Pemberley Park based story~

Featuring:
Georgiana Darcy and Fang

Follows after:  

(story summary below the MASSIVE wall of text, feel free to scroll on down for all your non-reading needs~)

     True to Fang’s nature, he didn’t just ring the doorbell and ask nicely to see William Darcy. Fuck that guy. Besides, due to his previous arson, battery, and animal endangerment, Fang was not allowed anywhere near the mansion’s grounds. Bark and prod at the underground electric fence all he wanted; he was not welcome. But shouting enough obscenities long enough it was causing an unnecessary scene. He was reluctantly ushered inside to meet with the man in charge. The man that was letting his dumb management team come down on Chris for stupid kid’s stuff like a pack of dickheads. And Fang wasn’t going to let that happen. 

     He glared at any of the staff that even thought to look his way, setting the tone right away: don’t fuck with me. As if he wasn’t used to stares and disgusted looks or even curious wonder. Snarl and growl enough and people left him alone. He wasn’t out to make friends with the kissass service members of some rich dude’s egotistic slab of marble and dumbass paintings of people no one knew. 

     He first noticed Tequila was present in the bigass office room he was guided to by Durant; his wrangler at this point. He scoffed at her, “No one invited you, bitch.” He didn’t need her to get to this douche. 

     Tequila tipped her chin up without even so much as a huff. He was in her house now. He had to play by their rules now. “Be grateful we even let you in,” she said plainly. “William, this is my brother Bart. Bart, this is William Darcy. I suggest you call him Mr. Darcy if you want this to get anywhere.” With that, Tequila stepped back and took a seat off to the side of William. She crossed her legs and put her hands in her lap. That was all she would allow herself to say. Let Fang incriminate himself all by himself.

     “Fuck with that,” Fang scoffed like that was the dumbest idea he had ever heard. “You better call me Fang or I'll find a better name for you,” he threatened to William. “Believe me, I've got options,” he tapped his temple where he stored them all. 

     He didn't take the obvious open seat before the massive desk, instead marching right up to it and leaning forward with his hands on it. For their first true encounter, Fang was coming in aggressive, unable to gauge William's personality, and yet seeing a certain smug aura about him. The kind that really got on his nerves. “We've got some shit to sort out, you and me. Let's get right to it because neither one of us is interested in playing nice, are we? Your little park peons have been fucking with the people around me and you're going to have them back the fuck off. You got shit to take out on my ass for being a dickhead, fine. Take it out on me. I'm the one who told Santos to post our dumb little picture. Not Chris. You leave him the fuck out of this. If you fire him, I'm going to do a lot more than let a bunch of horses out of their stalls.” Leading with threats wasn't his first plan of action but something about that eerie calm, dark expression rubbed Fang in all the wrong ways and fanned his hardheaded flames. Anything for the people he considered friends or more was an easy emotional trap for Fang. 

     William Darcy simply let a brow rise in response to the accusation hurled towards him. Not a beginner at the business table, the language used didn't become him in any way. “Playing? I'm not keen on playing unnecessary games if I don't have to, Fang. But I am fair. You see, Mr Camacho had a choice, just like everybody else. Nobody, as far as I am aware, tricked him, twisting his arm and making him do this choice.” He paused, knowing well that Camacho had many times gotten himself into trouble due to his lack of self-awareness. To put it in simple turns, the man was not more than a tool. 

     “Life doesn't come with a safety net, as you well know I'm sure,” William continued, leaning back in his chair. “Both of your friends knew quite well what the rules were when they sat down at the table with me. It shouldn't be my fault to carry the head of the dog for their choices. The rules have not changed since they signed their papers. However, I'm willing to listen to what you have to say.” William nodded towards the chair. “Sit.”

     What a real piece of shit. No wonder he treated his own daughter like some procedural transaction rather than the person she was. He didn't break eye contact, snarling as Durant put a paw on his shoulder to enforce this sit command. He unconsciously jerked his shoulder out of Durant's grip before huffing as his butt hit the chair a moment later. “I am not here to buy your shit,” Fang growled. It made Tequila shift uncomfortably, scowling hard at him for how much he barked. She had to grab her own hand tight to keep from reacting, pursing her lips. She would love to march over there and slap that shit right out of his head. What an embarrassment. 

     “People aren't fucking words on a piece of paper, asshole. I don't fucking care what bullshit you think they owe you on some pretty little paper. You can choose to have a fucking conscious. You know damn well the common denominator is me so let's not be a jackass and pretend otherwise. I've broken the law enough to know the punishment should at least fit the crime. So Chris makes one little slip you don't like, you don't fucking sentence him to death. So, here's how we level, motherfucker…” With that, Fang leaned back more in his chair, ready to fight back. “Chris stays. I don't care what bullshit story you have to make up but he's not going anywhere. You're not going to threaten him when all he did was like one fucking picture. He covered your ass at the media booth, you do the same for him. And I know what you really want to hear. What the fuck do you get out of this?” 

     “I already know you're keeping me here because a little birdy bitch told you all about me. About all the ugly shit her family hid in their own backyard.” He didn't have to look over to Tequila to see the frown on her face. “Why else would I still be here if I was such a threat to your brand? Keep your enemies closer. Probably the same reason you like knowing where Georgie is at all times and had her hunted down like an escaped prisoner when she tried to leave your lying ass, sweet daddy dearest.” Fang was slowly turning over his cards. Yes, this was a dangerous gamble. He was well aware that he was approaching the territory where a nobody became somebody who knew too much. And people who revealed they knew too much about the wrong people could find themselves as an unsolved mystery that vanished off the face of the planet, never to be heard from again. But that's why Fang made sure this was a meeting where Durant was present. His loyalty would be tested to the point where he'd have to make a decision: his boss or Fang. Another gamble Fang tied that thread of trust to even if Durant might not realize it. 

     “I'm not going to explain how I could shovel all the shit I know onto your front lawn for everyone to see. Between both sides here,” he gestured to William and Tequila, “both of your families are heartless monsters.” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees for a little closer share and tell, “I could tell you how I could easily get pretty close to people you love and ruin them and I don't even need a stupid fucking contract to do it. In a matter of a couple hours, I came to know your daughter more than you ever will in a lifetime. She's fucking awesome and I'd really, really hate to leverage her in this situation. She's had her life ruined by your shit enough. Don't make me add to it.” 

     He leaned back again, unafraid to keep pushing, “But what I will offer instead is my ass on a platter. Brody told me you want me to take a lie detector test. You want proof I'm a cold-ass killer. You want to know just how bad can this loudmouth scourge really be? You think I'm all bark and no fucking bite? I'll take your fucking test. And when you see I'm telling the goddamn truth, you can have that pretty little paper you love so much. Then you can wave that over my head, the Brannons if you so please, do with it what you will. Because with that, you'll know so long as Chris is here and you have that proof, my mouth will be fucking shut about everything I know. You'll have your own shock collar on this poor little poochie. Because I would never do something to make you use that shit on me against Chris. Because I do have a conscious and fucking loyalty you'll never understand if you think you can put this on paper.” And with that, his cards were turned. 

     There had been a moment when William had played with the idea of giving Fang the same chance in a contract. That idea had evaporated into thin air the very moment Fang brought up his daughter and the audacity to mention her as leverage. Perhaps the biggest reason for him being so triggered by the fact was that his father had done the very same thing - for 20 years - robbing him of her entire childhood, and making them almost like strangers to each other despite that she had grown up believing him to be her older brother. Fang had no idea what that was like. He had no right.

     “The test...and that you stay away completely from Georgiana, no exceptions, no even words to her after this meeting. Those are the terms.” William looked up at Durant, without waiting for an actual acceptance from Fang. Just crossing that line might have put Burton's entire future on the line if it hadn't happened to be who Burton was and what Darcy predicted his future to be. What might have saved Burton was the fact that it wasn't actually him who made the threat.

Small context not depicted: Fang and Georgie have met and had some fun shenanigans involving Fang sharing a blunt with Georgie and they gave each other sharpie tattoos and giggled all night long

     If Durant hadn’t dragged Fang out of there, he’d still be in there telling him what bullshit terms those were! That dumbfuck, horrible excuse of a father really thought isolating his daughter even more from the world was going to solve a damn thing!? So, he came on too hot! He wasn’t going to just ditch Georgie because “daddy says so”. He had no right to tell him who he could and couldn’t hang around! He didn’t agree to those terms! He wasn’t going to either! This was the same shit he was trying to get Chris out of and now it was landing on Georgie! STOP ATTACKING OTHER PEOPLE FOR HIS CRIMES! 

     Taking responsibility was the loudest, most repeated criticism he kept hearing again and again. Even Chris slapped him over the head with it. How his actions were a threat to everyone around him. And it was true, even when it was unintentional. He stretched his neck from side to side, taking a deep breath. “Just fucking fix it,” he whispered to himself and then rang Georgie’s doorbell. He gave a wave at the little camera lens above it, not unaware that there were eyes all over this place. Durant being here was probably the only thing keeping the SWAT team from raining down on his head. This was his last swing at fixing anything and he didn’t have a lot of time. 

     “Hey, uh, Georgie,” Fang greeted her at the door, hesitating to call her Short Ass. Best to at least get off on the right foot this time. “Can't stay long,” he leaned to the side, gesturing to Durant's truck a short distance away. “So, unsurprisingly, I managed to stick my dick in a bear trap- metaphorically,” he snorted through a chuckle before she had to physically check. “Shit, I don't even know where to start…” he didn't exactly plan this out. In as little words as he could come up with, he broke down the whole picture fiasco, adding, “Santos and I can't work together and Chris is getting fucking fired. So I'm trying to fucking sort this shit out on my own and march my ass up to your daddio because this is all fucking backwards. I shouldn't have even mentioned your name. He kicked my ass out and gave me a bullshit deal like he thinks I'm some psychopath that's going to wear your skin. Never talk to her again, reeee,” he mocked like William was some archvillain from a comic book. 

     Fang slumped his shoulders, casting his eyes downward. Genuine hopelessness. Part of him just wanted to succumb to whatever happens like watching a school bus catch fire and not trying to help save anyone. But that part of him was quieter than the stubborn will that kept him alive all these years that refused to lay down and die. “You're the only person I've got left here I can ask for help that might not get totally fucked over… Chris is in trouble, Santos is in trouble, Durant is in trouble, and soon you will be too. It's all I'm fucking good at… I know we kinda had a bad start for a hot minute and I'm not really even good friend material, honestly, but, fuck, I know when someone is getting treated like shit and I'm just trying to stop it. Would you hear me out?” He figured he'd lead with the nice things so when he had to drop the not-so-nice information, maybe she'd take it easy on him. But he wasn't going to lie about it this time. 

     “Of course you are...friend material, Fang...” Georgie began, noting his sad look and tried to think of something to say. “I'm happy to have you as a friend...” she continued before gesturing for him to come inside. “I will of course help you Fang. I mean, if I can, you just tell me what you need.” She took a seat “You know, you don't have to worry about you getting me into any trouble. Tequila didn't want me to be near you either...but...I went to see you anyway. It was my choice to do so. They can both say what they want me to do or not, but that doesn't mean I have to. Tequila doesn't know how it is… to wake up and realize that your whole life has been a covered-up lie. To find people not being who you thought they were.” She glanced at Fang. “You know more about what it's like than anyone I have ever met so far, Fang. We are alike even if we are different too at the same time...” Kindred lost spirits, in a way. 

     Oh sure, just be super nice. Fang groaned internally. Fuuuuck, there were freshly baked cookies too. He might as well be tossing a kitten into the fireplace. “For real, I respect what friendship we have. I'm usually a little more loyal than how I was behaving.” He raised a hand like he was being sworn in at trial, “I was too wrapped up in saving Chris's ass and I fucked up. I used one friend to save another and I have the fucking nerve to come crawling to you. You're gonna hear it eventually from either me or your dad. I'd rather you heard it from me because fuck knows how he'd word it to you. I…” he stalled, half shrugging sheepishly, if Fang could even manage to look sheepish, “kiiiiinda used you as a threat.” 

     “Now,” he threw up his hands in defense, after taking another bite of the cookie in his hand, “That should piss you off. Totally get that. Kick me out if you want. Just lemme say, I wasn't actually gonna ever, like, do any shit to you. All I said was I know you, you're awesome, and it'd be a fucking shame if I did something to, like, fuck your shit up. But I'm not a fuckhole like that! I don't fuck over my friends.” Eh, probably more of a lie. He doesn't intentionally plan to fuck them over, just kind of happens naturally without him trying like right now, for instance. “But he doesn't fucking know that. I thought maybe that'd make things a little more personal and he'd agree to leave Chris alone. But nope, he basically told me it's only a deal if I vanish from your sights forever and ever and then kicked my ass out without even letting me say fuck no. So I am on borrowed time here with Durant out there before he sends a fucking execution squad after me and has me lynched from my dick.”

     Her gaze went down to her lap and on her hands that rested there. She listened as Fang continued but she didn't look at him nor did she say anything for a moment. As Fang explained that he would never do anything to hurt her she stood up. She wondered why it stung as it did since she and Fang hadn't been friends for that long, and she wasn't even sure how good friends they actually were. Could it still be seen as she wasn't sure what it would be, a betrayal? By the sounds of it, Christopher Burton had more value to him as a friend than herself. 

     “I swear I wouldn't do anything to you. Why the fuck would I?” He reiterated sincerely. Truly, he had no motive to bother her. She was just as much in this shithole. Only she could leave if she wanted to. Just to be stalked by her creepy grandad probably. “So,” he lowered his hands back to his lap, “That leaves me to take the deal and this is it for us. Or… ask if there's anything you would or even could do for the shit-fuck that used you as a pawn piece. Just because I…” don't want to lose Chris was his honest thought but he couldn't bring himself to say something so gross like that. “I don't want my fuck up to ruin someone else that actually has a purpose being here. I fucking don't. But because of the shit in my past, I'm being held here like a prisoner. It'd be nice if I could keep the friends I made here.” 

     Perhaps it was something in the tone of his voice that made her lean on that it was more than that. Chris was something more. More than a friend. A lover? He had told her he had no interest in women. Why else would Fang have used her as leverage? Some deals were made like a game of chess. And it chess you used, as Fang had even said the word, a pawn. Perhaps that was the thing that was hurting. All that she ever was, was a pawn. There was nothing else for her to be. She walked up to the counter again, her back towards Fang. 

     "I will see if I can do anything more but..." she said, turning back to the seating area and placing the bag of cookies in front of him to take with him. Just because she felt hurt didn't mean she should let that stand in the way. Wouldn't that be childish? Would a true friend do that if it meant happiness for the other? A friend was better than a pawn. Arms wrapped around herself she remained standing. “William...” she made sure not to call him her father by any means or names “can't claim the right to decide who I'm friends with or not, nor who I chose to be with. He can try all he likes, and so can Tequila. They might try and act all parentlike but...” She swallowed. It felt hard to make herself truly belong to her family. It felt fake. “It's only me that decides what I do...”

     Another pause, a deep breath. “If you feel it helps you and Chris...take the deal. I want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy. The deal might say you can't see me, but it doesn't have my signature on it promising to keep away from you nor does it dictate my view.” As Georgie said it, and while she knew it was perhaps silly or even childish of her to think in such ways, she couldn't help but wonder. How did it feel to be someone's first choice? How did it feel to love someone so much that you tried everything for their sake? How did it feel like to be the person someone did everything for? 

     Fang groaned, leaning back in the seat, rubbing his face. “Fucking spare me of that shit. I want you to be happy, you deserve to be happy,” he mocked in a high-pitched voice. “I'm not! And I don't deserve shit!” He raised his voice, leaning forward again. “You think I'd be having this conversation if I was happy? I would have just taken that shit deal without a fucking word to you and left you out to dry. But it's a load of moody ass bullshit from that dickhead because I'm not good enough to fucking be here and I threaten his lie of a peaceful veil. So he's just being a bitch and keeping everyone away from me.”

     He huffed, trying to calm himself down and not be so snappy. He hated that white knight bullshit victimhood kind of shit. The kind where someone falls on their sword for his sake. Stupid! “I don't want to take it, dumbass! I'd rather you fight with me than die for me!”

     “I don't want to have to keep looking over my fucking shoulder just to say hi. I don't want to have to get into a fucking fight every time you want to come over and he threatens everyone around me again. I will gladly take the punishment I'm owed but it doesn't involve your shoulders too. Fuck! I just want to fix my shit!” Fang doubled over, bopping his fists against his head or else he'd pull his hair out. Fang got so easily frustrated with himself. Why did he ever think he could do anything here? He was a speck of dust that thought he was mightier than the cloth.

     Fang hopped up, grabbed the bag of cookies, and marched over to her, “I don't want to give another ounce of either of our freedoms away.” He held up the bag, tapping a finger on it. “This. This makes me fucking happy.” Then he about tipped over trying to pull up his pant leg, only able to show the bottom of the skull she drew on his leg while they were sky high one blissful weed-filled evening. Just two people released from the tensions of their lives for a few hours to have genuine youthful fun. “Haffy-” he concluded, taking the bag of cookies out of his mouth. “Not bending my asshole over to your dad any more than I already fucking have. If you're as pissed off at him as I am for deciding who you can and can't be around, what the fuck you can or can't do, or who you should be in his eyes… then I am begging you to help me defy that tyrant holding us all to dumb pieces of paper. You are the only one here that has that kind of voice. I fucked up because you aren't a pawn, Georgie. You're a fucking queen. Or knight? Or some shit, I dunno how the fuck that game works. Whichever one does the cool shit.” 

     Not a pawn but a queen. Was it even possible? In chess, the queen was the most powerful of all the pieces. How powerful could she really be? What sort of voice did she have?

     She blinked, her mind whirring away at the possibility there was anything she could actually do for him. “You...you have signed something with Mr Durant, haven't you? About your tasks that you do here? Does it say anything about that you can't take assignments from any other than him? On what kind of tasks you are allowed? Most in the family have a personal assistant in some way or the other to help keep track of different meetings, events, and such. I don't have one since I...I'm not really… If you add to your contract with Mr Durant, before anything else is signed that you are my assistant…” Yea. This could work. “William couldn't say anything because how can one be an assistant to someone you can't be around? It would count as a breach of contract on his part. It's the only thing I can think of right now...to start with at least...it doesn't even have to be much...but like a half day per week-” 

     “Holy…shit…” Fang dropped his bag of cookies, stepping forward with his arms wide open. “Fucking yes!!” He clamped his arms around her, picking her up with little effort, and twirled her round and round! “That's fucking brilliant!” He laughed, setting her back down, only just making sure she didn't fall over before galloping to the door. He slid to a halt and scampered back, “That's so fucking perfect! Fuck, you're smart! Yes!” He about fell over, scrambling to pick up the bag of cookies he dropped. “I'll tell Durant! I need more community service anyway! Bad poochie! Hold that thought! We gotta write this shit down! YEESS!” He blasted out of her door, cookies in one hand, leaping over the porch steps, calling to Durant loudly! YES! 

     “Wazzup, motherfucker,” Fang greeted nonchalantly, plopping back down in the chair in front of William. He looked like he had just about the same kind of night by the look in his eyes. No Tequila this time? Good. For now, Georgie was still outside of the room, saved for when he got a few sentences out. Let him think this was all over with. Fuck this guy. 

     “My offer still stands. I'll take the lie detector test, you keep the results. It's all yours. Chris stays put.” Fang tapped the folder he held on his knees. His contract to Georgie and all the terms and conditions they could think of to cover their ass without a super official lawyer to help. Fang was more or less just moral support rather than a source of knowledge on the matter. Fang grinned, thinking about the three of them, mostly Georgie, hunched over a piece of paper full of ideas to get this right, notes books and a little laptop littered the table they shared.

     “However, I can't ethically accept your terms. Durant?” Fang looked over his shoulder, “Can you let in our guest?” He turned back and continued, “See…when I said it would be a shame if I ruined anything for Georgie, using her as leverage… I don't think you interpreted that the same way I meant it.” At the same time Georgie was let into the room, Fang handed over the folder with the printed contract, sliding it over the desk for him to take as he leaned back again. He made an open hand gesture to Georgie, “She's actually my employer of sorts. You're looking at her assistant,” he grinned, doing his best to not look like a shit-eating fiend. 

     “I really did mean it; I wouldn’t want to do anything to ruin my boss’s day. She’s awesome,” Fang repeated. “As my employer, I can't just shut the fuck up and not have any contact with her. You understand. Communication is key. Figure it's best if we just keep the terms limited to the two of us, eh?” Fuck! They might actually pull this off! 

     William didn't say a word during the minutes he looked through the papers handed to him. That he was angry was an understatement, and one had to be a simpleton to miss it. Nothing of significance was missing in the contract. Nothing that could legally tip it in his own favor - this time. It wasn't like he had been close to even considering ‘get rid’ of Christopher Burton in the first place but... His eyes went from the papers to Georgiana who stood silently beside her ‘assistant’. He had almost expected her to look anywhere but at him but he met her steadfast hazel eyes. They had her fire. His heart felt like it was pinched. Ana had stood before his father like this. Defending him, herself, and her unborn children. He clenched his jaws. He didn't want to think back about his own cowardness at the time. His own reluctance to admit how he truly felt. His eyes narrowed as his gaze moved to the cheshire cat grinning rugrat in the chair. 

     He simply pushed forward another vanilla colored folder with the other paper for Fang to sign, the one about the lie detector test, after crossing over the small paragraph at the bottom regarding Georgiana together with a note on the side about that this line was to be dismissed and his initials to make the change valid. “Fine...”

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im so sorry; this really is the SHORTENED version 😭

TLDR SUMMARY;

--Fang going straight to William Darcy to go sort this "Chris in trouble" nonsense

--Fang's negotiations go as:

--hey, you can have my lie detector test to wane in favor I'm a murderer

--also, i'm buds with your daughter and boy wouldn't that suck if I ruined her day too?
--William throws his ass out with the counter of never speak to Georgie ever again

--No. Fang's not taking that deal. Fuck that guy

--So Fang goes to Georgie and tells her he did a bad and kind sorta maybe used her as leverage

--Georgie sad

--Fang sorry but if there's anyone that can make it right, it's Georgie; William owes her that much

--Aha, Georgie figures out how they can get around it: If Fang has a contract as Georgie's personal assisstant - well, he can't not speak to his employer~

--William has little choice but to accept the terms. He mad.

--Chris stays, Fang has to take the lie detector test eventually, but he doesn't have to write Georgie off <''3

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Ain't nobody reading all that.

Housecleaning means shoving multiples bits into one piece and trying to turn 24 pages of text into something fathomable to look at x'''D And skipping over other parts or I'd be stuck forever :''D So pretend there was fun Georgie and Fang bonding over a joint art somewhere in the galleries <''3 It went like this:

-cough cough- whooooa dude your tats are neat~

you want one??

yeeeaaaaaaah

Followed by karaoke until the wee hours of the morning lololol

And Georgie and Fang became unlikely friends~

And then goes and does this. Whoops. He felt bad, didn't think it was going to bit quite so, uh, personal? Even if that's what he was aiming for?

So now Fang works for Georgie? What an absolute WILD turn of events I could have never predicted! But the more I thought on it, the more delighted I became lmao What better way to upgrade than to hand your leash over to "the royal family" of Pemberley? Special boy with his special people~

Look at him with his gold plated studs~ Should have dusted it with some diamonds lmao As a scheming, yet loyal, shitbag, Fang knows exactly how perfect this is for him and everyone around him.

Congrats on your new mutt, Georgie!

I keep using the dog and leash analogies because that's what Fang refers to himself as. "Poochie"~ Probably a deeper rooted PTSD trigger, ya know, not claiming himself as a "human" but "lesser than". But let's not dive too deep. Poochie starting to collect handlers as he realizes he's trapped without them. Durant, Chris, now Georgie - people he's giving his trust to. But don't be fooled - he can "slip that collar" at any point if he feels like he has to. Domesticated by choice. Feral by nature.

And the gold of course to represent the FANCY Darcy family~ Tarnished for obvious reasons - all of Georgie's past and the hush hush secrets etc. How she's not exactly thrilled to be put in the situation, it is, in a way, a good shot at defying William. The Poochie no one likes around sitting at her footsteps looking just as delightful as he can be....

Should have added in the contract he should be muzzled lmao

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