#yes this is the plot of the crown and the flame but carlos is kenna and reader is val. olive this tag is for you

[musicallisto]

anddddd if I’m allowed to request multiple, can i please ask for Carlos sainz with fantasy au?? love youuuuu

· · · · ♡ fantasy au!carlos sainz…

"that's enough. let him go." her voice ripples through the crowd of mercenaries, their bony, leather-clad silhouettes moving aside as she walks. deliberately, with the confident diligence of whom knows themself to be in charge. a complacency carlos knows all too well, too. "are you the leader?" he addresses her, trying to enunciate as loud and stern as he can with the tip of a blade pressed to his chin. it's rhetorical, really. he knows power, knows its quiet waves. for a fraction of a second, though, her smug demeanor is replaced by the purest surprise, flickering on her face when she meets his eye. then it's gone. "prince carlos. your highness," she addresses him, equal parts amused and disdainful, clearly holding no esteem nor reverence for the honorific. "you're a long way from your palace." she sees him for what he is, for what she saw all those years ago on her only trip to the capital—a child in fine silks smiling at the crowds from a gold and red carriage, and those big brown eyes that have never had to beg for food. or for his life. "an usurper sits on my throne," he speaks. at his words, the guard dog presses his blade harder against the fallen heir's neck, but carlos only steels himself, facing the mercenary queen dead in the eye. she knows this, of course—rumors of a coup and a crown prince on the run are worth a king's ransom. "I came to you to take my kingdom back. your manpower... in exchange for my riches." murmurs rise from the crowd, some outraged, others perplexed, but without so much as a gesture she has the assembly quiet as soon as she speaks. "a bold offer." "I am a bold man." she stares him down a moment longer, reading the very fires of grit in his soul. the candid face of a man who still believes there's such a thing as a noble death. "speak, your highness. I'm listening."

send me a driver + a concept and i’ll give you a moodboard + drabble not taking any more of these!