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Ben Finn x Reader
He reminded you of Elliott a little bit. Brown hair, dark eyes, a mischievous but kind disposition. It hurt you a bit.
“Princess, you look like you’re going to be sick,” Ben chuckled. “Do I smell?”
You smiled slightly and shook your head. “No, I’m fine. If anything, I’m sick of Hollowmen.”
The swordsman paced circles around you, a certain spark in his step at having the opportunity to tease you. “Ooo, too strong for you?”
Laughing, you pushed him slightly, beginning to walk the opposite direction.
“I’m only joking.” But he seemed to stop for a moment.
“What is it, Mr. Finn?” you prodded half-heartedly. “Winded from circling me like a hawk?”
“Never!” he began, looking directly at you, his eyes twinkling. “Say, when this is all over… when you become queen, don’t forget about your old friend Ben, alright? Perhaps, pay him back for his service with a few candlelight dinners?”
You stared at him for a moment before smiling grandly. “Of course, Ben. Anything for an old friend.”