Out Of Cathedral: Do you make oneshot pieces of fanfiction? Can you write oneshot drabble for Frollo x User or Fluff!Frollo x Phoebus?
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The metallic clanking of armour snapped the minister from his reverie. It had been getting uncomfortably warm as summer approached, yet he did not complain. Tired and sweaty, he sighs softly as his stomach growls. He ignores the feeling, wanting to finish reading his paperwork before allowing himself the relief of taking a break. A bead of sweat trickles down his neck as his gaze flicks up to meet that of his captain of the guard; one Phoebus de Châteaupers. The minister’s expression remains neutral, which doesn’t deter the other in the slightest. With a warm smile, the captain stands at attention before his superior.
“You’re here to report I assume?”
Phoebus looks down at Minister Frollo and shakes his head affably.
“Actually sir, I came to check up on you-” Before the minister can interject, the captain raises a hand. “Now before you try and claim to be fine, I know for a fact you haven’t eaten since yesterday eve, and goodness knows if you’ve even slept. Being cooped away in your office for so long can’t be good for you sir.”
Frollo grumbles. He knew he hadn’t eaten anything, he’d been so consumed with his duties he hadn’t found the time to stop and take a moment for himself. Annoyed at his captain of the guard for pointing out the obvious he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Your point being, Captain?”
The captain’s smile widens, and procures a small basket. Frollo doesn’t have the time to question where, or why before it’s placed on his desk. His parchments get shoved roughly aside which causes the minister to stiffen with annoyance, but he’s quickly distracted by the mouthwatering smell of freshly baked bread.
Tentatively he asks, “Bread.. I- for me?”
“No, I bought the bread for Achilles. Of course it’s for you sir! Here-” A warm loaf is handed to the older man, who brings it up to his nose for a sniff. His lips twitch as he resists the urge to tear into the bread then and there.
“No need to be shy your honor, please eat. It’s not good for you to neglect yourself for so long.” Frollo winces internally. Damn that blonde airhead, as annoying as he was Frollo had to concede that the captain did have a point. He exhales softly through his nose with only the slightest hint of a genuine smile peeking through, before he resumes his grumbling. “I am not a child to be reprimanded. I was going to eat… eventually.”
Phoebus gives a chuckle that causes a warm flush to spread on the man’s face. Wanting to avoid eye contact, the minister busies himself with the piece of bread, before moving on to some of the cured meats and cheese that were also in the basket. Captain Phoebus stands at attention once more, waiting to be dismissed.
Wiping crumbs from his mouth, Frollo looks up once more. “Ahh, you are dismissed Captain.”
As Phoebus turns to leave Frollo clears his throat. “And… thank you.”
If the captain of the guard heard him, he didn’t show it, which suited Frollo better. Humming softly, Minister Frollo continued his meal with a small, content smile on his lips.
