#art is coming y'all!!! but first here's the fic 🤪

[ohsnapitzlovehacker]

Long Live the Queen - Colt x MC

Author/Reader’s note: I usually write Izzy as the studious, stubborn girl who grows to love Colt against her will but it’s just... not enough to make her ever stray from the path she has for herself. I’d never entertained the idea of her running away with Colt. Until now. SKJFJF ENJOY!!

(This was originally meant for Colt’s day, but I actually think it’s a better fit for MC’s!) 

Summary: If Izabel Parker had attended college, she’d have a degree by now. Funny how things change. 

Word Count: 1600+

tag list: it’s been too long and looking at old tag lists confused me?? I’m sorry y’all

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The music is so loud it pulses, and Izzy feels the beat everywhere in her body. She’s attended too many sideshows to count now, either on business or for the sheer hell of it, and she can’t help biting back the grin that spreads across her face each time. There’s an energy that thrums when people of all walks of life get together in L.A. and Izzy is addicted to the feeling. It’s a bit like returning home. She almost appears to be the innocent girl of a few years ago; the one who’s biggest problem was butting heads with her detective father for independence and certainly didn’t sport a tattoo denoting her allegiance to the Mercy Park Crew. But she didn’t need inked skin to prove a thing.

Colt made good on his word and slowly rebuilt from the ground up, the autobody shop only a portion of the changes that had taken place. Word soon spread that the MPC was functional again and new leadership had taken the helm, and Izzy was by his side through it all. Turning her back on family and friends had been the hardest part, but she argued that they’d be fine without her and they wouldn’t truly understand. Life would go on, just like it had when her mother passed. 

A part of her would always belong to Colt, and with a heavy heart, Izzy began the next part of her own life, more terrified with how weightless she felt over any fear of straying from her original plans. She became a powerhouse in her own right who didn’t take shit and had even less patience for those who did. The others deferred to her leadership, and the power was dizzying. Izzy used to think she was playing pretend until one day the division between past-her and present-her was no longer distinguishable. Physically, she wasn’t very intimating and she knew it, but those who’d underestimated her had learned too late what a mistake that was. Those who hadn’t learned unfortunately never received a second chance to do so. Her cold, ruthless way had earned her respect as well as a few enemies, and while Izzy had made her bed with criminals, she couldn’t bring herself to regret any of it. She’d laughed at Colt’s insinuation that they could rule the streets like royalty, but here they were years later doing exactly that. She’d never been more in her element.

“Whatchu doing out here all alone, Lil Mama?” Izzy’s attention turns from the drag race she was partly invested in to the heavily pierced man with skin so smooth she aches to run her fingers along it, and candy yellow shoes that cost twice as much as the 2018 Verge Paladin she’s spent the past week fixing up to be resold to a special buyer with deep pockets. The sparkle dims a bit in her eyes as she sizes the stranger up, shifting into her steeled persona with ease. She’s always on but she finds that some people tend to be distracted by a pretty face against their best intentions. She has no qualms about taking advantage of it. 

“And what makes you think I’m alone?” Izzy bites berry colored lips, her tone suggesting she could be flirting back, but she’s pleased that this interaction only confirms that many people outside of the crew don’t truly know who she is. Her body’s on display tonight but it’s not for the consumption of the men or the women who take second and third glances at her braided updo paired with her plunging neckline and body-tight jeans. She doesn’t always dress up, but when she does she can’t help when it becomes a production. It’s a breather from being covered in grease and smelling like exhaust fuel. The stranger takes that as an invitation to step closer, but Izzy doesn’t do anything to close the distance. Instead, she gives him an amused smile, anticipating his next move. He grins back, all white teeth and a dimple in his left cheek that plays down the metal in his ears and face. He could at least pretend not to be so eager.

“I didn’t see you come in with anybody...” Izzy laughs, full and bright, noting that he doesn’t look offended. His confidence will be his downfall. She tucks a loose curl behind her ear, remembering the magnetic pull of a friend she hasn’t seen in years. She channels Mona and it works like a charm every time. Izzy pulls back her wandering thoughts before she forgets where she is, hoping her expression didn’t change.

“So... you’ve been watching me?”

“Can’t help but notice you.” Izzy shakes her head, laughing a second time, and the young man’s responding smile is smug, like he holds all the cards. He puts even less space between them, so sure of himself that Izzy almost feels bad for him. Almost. She presses her lips together before looking into his eyes with a solemnness that snuffs out any heat between them. “As long as you’re just noticing, then I guess that’s alright.” There’s a warning laced in her words, but like many pushy assholes who refuse to read between the lines, it goes unheeded. “But where’s the fun in that?” His eyes have dropped to her breasts and Izzy swallows back a sigh. 

There’s movement behind her and she knows who it is without turning around, even if he didn’t speak and stood as stoic and intimidating as his late father. But Colt’s smart mouth won’t pick silence where sarcasm and carefully spoken barbs are his weapons of choice. Colt slides an arm around Izzy’s waist, slowly pulling her into his side, and when Izzy turns to take in his expression, she catches the fire in his eyes. The blood drains from the stranger’s face as he puts the pieces together. Colt smiles, but it’s the dangerous kind, and the exact one that sets off a twin flame in Izzy. She’s annoyed that she’s turned on right now, especially when she’s annoyed he’s unnecessarily stepped in. “Aww, Collins, didn’t anyone tell you I’ve never been a fan of sharing?” Izzy hides her shock behind a placid smile, trying to recall why the name sounds so familiar. People lie about identities all the time, especially when dealing with the crew, but sometimes names stick out in her memory. She brushes the thought aside to turn over later. 

“I didn’t...I thought...we were just...” Collins stutters, taking in Colt and Izzy’s closeness, the processive arm the MPC leader has around who he didn’t recognize as “The Queen”. There’s true fear in Collin’s voice and stance as he trips over words in half uttered apologies. Colt doesn’t have the patience to watch him grovel and guides Izzy away. She doesn’t miss the way his hand slides lower, caressing her ass, and Izzy scoffs at his antics. He only smirks in response, reminding her of her fury. “Don’t think I’ve seen this shirt before, Izz.” It’s a worthy distraction from her irritation but not enough to skip straight to forgiveness. Colt knows her too well, pulling Izzy into an all-consuming kiss that leaves no room for discussion and barely any air to breathe. Izzy finds herself leaning into it before she remembers herself. In retaliation she sucks Colt’s bottom lip between her teeth and bites down hard enough without bruising. She goes to pull back but Colt holds her close, a challenge in his dark eyes. “Don’t start shit you can’t finish, Izzy.” His voice is measured, but Izzy knows the things he’d do if they weren’t in public, and that his composure is nothing but a thin veil that could easily tear.

“Oh, I always finish what I start. And I didn’t think you’d be coming tonight,” Izzy pulls away, crossing her arms with a pointed look at Colt. He laughs at this, and her belly flips at the soft look it suddenly morphs into. Their only weakness is their love, but no one’s been stupid enough to use it against them. Colt eagerly awaits the day someone attempts to, however. “Had an unplanned run in with the LAPD. Cut the fun short.” He shrugs nonchalantly, but Izzy knows him well enough from the way his jaw tightens that someone screwed up big time. He’ll elaborate later when it’s just the two of them, but Izzy thinks of the girl they just brought on a few weeks ago and knows that Colt isn’t big on second chances. Izzy cups the side of his face, lightly tracing his lips with her thumb. “Well. The night’s still young here,” she smiles, a bit of the hard edge falling away to reveal the woman Colt fell for all those years ago. It prompts him to kiss her once more, just a bit longer than the last time. 

“I don’t know if I’m in the mood to watch people stare at your ass,” he muses, but Izzy isn’t surprised by his poor attempts to hide his jealousy. Some things never change. “And I wasn’t in the mood to watch you play savior when I clearly had it handled.” She arches an eyebrow at him, and Colt has the grace to hold his tongue, hands up in acquiescence. She rolls her eyes. “What? Nothing to say?” Colt lowers his hands, placing one on each of her arms and Izzy fights back the shiver traveling down her spine. she wants to yank his hands away, but she also wants to pull him close. She settles for a stern look, waiting him out. 

“What’s there to say? You call the shots, Izzy. Well...unless you change your mind. And in that case…” Colt’s hands slide down to her waist and Izzy can feel the heat through her jeans as easily as if she were naked. Her heartbeat quickens in time to her racing thoughts and she knows Colt has her cornered. Lord knows how tempted she is to go back to their shared apartment and show just how willing she is to reverse the roles and be at Colt’s mercy. But this is her night off, damnit. She pecks his lips once, hard, then slips from his embrace, making her intentions clear. “We’ll return to this conversation later.” She holds out her hand, and Colt scoffs but takes it without hesitation. “Is that a promise?” Izzy’s only response is a grin before she tugs him along, back into the fray.