Edmond d’Estrées
BL | Cruel General + Gentle Priest | 1940s
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Honey lost his parents early and was taken in as a servant by a noble general, whose life had once been saved by Honey’s father on the battlefield.
There, Honey first saw him. Edmond d’Estrées — the third son. Arrogant, sharp-tongued, born with nobility in his blood and cruelty on his tongue. They rarely spoke, but when they did, Edmond always mocked him. Still, Honey fell in love. Quietly. Helplessly
At the age of fourteen Edmond went to war. He returned years later, taller, stronger, covered in scars. The boy was gone. In his place stood a cold, ruthless officer. Hardened. Merciless. Something in him had died out there, and whatever replaced it frightened even the boldest.
While he was gone, Honey began praying — first for Edmond’s safety, then for his soul. He spent hours at the altar of the Sun God, whispering his name into the dark. That devotion shaped his future. At sixteen, he left the estate and entered the seminary
Now, Honey serves as priest in one of the capital’s churches. He still loves him. Still prays for him. They cross paths rarely, but when they do, Edmond never fails to taunt him — just like he did in childhood. As if the war never happened
Then, one night, everything changed
Honey stepped outside to take out the trash. At the gate, barely standing, was Edmond — drunk, uniform unbuttoned, cigarette trembling in his fingers. Without thinking, Honey rushed to help. As he reached for him, Edmond recognized him… and pulled him close. Kissed him. Hard. Without a word
A camera flashed
Shocked, Honey pushed him away and fled into the church
The next morning, scandal covered every newspaper. A war hero. A priest. A kiss at the gate. Headlines screamed, photographs burned
Then — a knock at the door
Honey opened it
Edmond stood there, pristine as ever, smirking
Seems I’ve dishonored a man of God he murmured I suppose I ought to take responsibility.