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🎞️ 𝑙𝑒 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑡𝑒 𝑑𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑜 — 𝖽𝗂𝗋. 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗍𝗁𝗂𝖾𝗎 𝖽𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗉𝗈𝗋𝗍𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗑𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗋𝖾 𝖽𝖾 𝗅𝖺 𝗉𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗋𝖾  ❲  . . . 🕯️⌛🪞🐺📜 ⠀༝ ⠀ ❳

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LE COMTE DE MONTE CRISTO (2024)

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2025 MOVIE DIARY

THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO / LE COMTE DE MONTE-CRISTO (2024) dir. Matthieu Delaporte and Alexandre de La Patellière

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I love Haydée and André’s sibling dynamic in LCDMC so I thought I’d make this set of doodles hehe

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Amsterdam (Edmond Dantès x Reader)

On a late-night stroll through Amsterdam, Edmond meets you and sees the potential for the start of something new.

(Not my GIFs)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/64244908

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The Last Piece

Ghost Edmond Dantés x neutral reader

did I decide to insert an angry little Frenchman from a classic book adaptation into a play about a whole different one because I like him ? yes I did. hold my beer and enjoy.

absinthe- very strong old timey liquor

gougeres- cheesy puff buns

rated 💖M for Murder💖

“I believe he’s back.” Haydee glided through the door to the room where you stood polishing the ornaments, humming under your breath.”

“Was the phantom bald and riding a lion this time? I read somewhere that’s a bad sign-“

She shot you a withering look. “No. He listened to me play.” She ran a loving hand over her guzla instrument. “I swear I remember my songs and my home in Greece better than before. Maybe he’s an angel, sent here to purify this place from the bloodshed. And answer my prayers.”

“That might be.” You smiled thoughtfully and shook your head in exasperation as soon as her back was turned.

A long time ago, “this place” had been the heart of culture for the elite in this province of the country. Exceptional food, dancing, absinthe, a brothel, and best of all the opera- where any and every story could be told. As long as they never held criticism. Revolutionary ideas.

Then came the mysterious deaths.

Baron Danglars who never rose from his seat, foreign poison draining from his lip. Officer Baron Monego, who uttered a strange apology before succumbing to a deep chest wound in the aisle, seemingly from the pistol in his hand. Gerard de Villefort, who, according to his son, attempted to drown him in the winding river by the gates, but was swept away himself by a sudden rush.

Without its bourgeois patrons, it fell through over time to playing children and acting troupes passing through town. Hardly recognizable, as you were.

Oddly though, in the time after the last noble visitor left, no further tragedy or scandal had happened. Although visitors said it thronged with ghosts, nothing paranormal had been seen either.

Except for this new change in Haydee.

If it happened again, you had to know why. And why would be in the theater.

A sword prop lay on the stage gleaming through its scratch marks. You picked it up and began to dive and duck clumsily, avoiding an unseen force that seemed to strike it.

Finally, you dropped it and folded your arms. “Alright, be a gentleman and introduce yourself.”

Slowly, a pale form- apparently a man- materialized from the dry air. Although he had the white edge of a dagger by his hip and his face-if you squinted- was covered by a mask in the character of a count, his eyes looked kind.

“It hardly matters.” His bitter tone reminded you of wind against a loose door.

“Well…are you the spirit Haydee told me about as her audience?” At his silence you added, “The girl with the funny sort of lute.”

“I am. I have never heard anything like it here.”

Forgetting to be polite, you asked “Was your murder within these walls?”

“No. It was far away. If I had known my wife was not a hostage, I would not be here. I played the count and will in death unless a ritual is done.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you. what was the ritual?”

“I do not know.”

His faint smile was unsurprisingly bitter. “It is usually penitence for sin that a spirit can only return as the class they hated. The character one played. But for me it is a contradiction.”

“I agree… a little.”

“What does that mean?”

“It does not make sense, but the anger is still in your heart, no?”

He snorted. “Did I not make that obvious?”

“So why would you not continue your revolution as Count? More could be done.”

“I would becoming unfeeling. Forget.”

“You already are.” you retorted. “And yet, I’m fascinated.”

“Are you saying you intend to break my bonds out of sympathy?” His voice was far gentler than it had been a moment before, and something prickled in your chest.

“Not at all. I’m negotiating.” You took a pouch from your cloak. “My father is sick, my sister has not had an education, and I need loads of crepes and gougeres for the depression. I want a portion of your wealth in name worth-“ You shook the curtain behind you, “the amount of velvet on this stage.”

To your surprise, he did not protest. Or hesitate. “It will be done.”

“Then I’ll think about it on my way home, strange phantom in my mind.” (As it turns out, that was exactly the idiot thing you did.)

He seemed to open his mouth as if to say something, but turned, as if hearing a sound only audible to the dead, before fading into the woodwork.

As you stood up from the pianoforte, the dust scattered into words:

Edmond Dantés

The cemetery down the hill from Marseille

Please

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feel free to talk to me in comments/asks I’m lonely

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Just a Taste

Edmond Dantés x vampire! reader (androgynous)

T for typical vampire things and him being in character. VERY soft

side note but this is the cuntiest gif I’ve ever seen of a man

*** “This was…Durand blood, you said?”

“Fresh from the veins.”

The ship rocked suddenly on the port side, and you steadied your cup to sip without splashing.

“It’s…alright.” You scrunched your nose. “The aftertaste is a bit acidic.”

“Their sins tainted the flavor, hmm?”

“Something like that.”

He smiled fondly, pulling the curtain over the big sea glass window staring into the rain, and came to sit closer, clicking his tongue scoldingly with each step. “Such a waste of good vengeance.”

“I could try it frozen. You know I don’t mind what you do otherwise.”

“You’re only this agreeable when you crave an Archambeau.”

You nodded and sighed, sinking back in your chair. “I really loved the spice and bone. Made me feel warm inside to drink on nights like this.”

“You know I kept every drop for what they did.”

“I hear,” You leaned towards him with a wicked smile, “they have a second cousin once removed in Normandy.”

“And what have they done to you?” His tone was teasing, but you knew he was ready and riled for any difficult confession you might make.

“Kept the Comte de Monte Cristo from pleasing his lover. A war crime.”

“I can’t disagree.” He averted his eyes. “I have nothing to keep you comfortable tonight, mon tresír. I am sorry.”

You moved into his space, cradling his face with your palms and gently rubbing your thumb over his aged cheek. Ironically grown just like his mask when you first met.

“Why do I think I followed you, Edmond? You are what I need. Your companionship, your touch. I never loved the taste of Archambeau as much as your own when you let me be close.”

“is that what you need right now?” In return, he stroked your cheek with the back of his hand as if it were made of glass.

“if it’s fine with- I know you are-“

”of course.”

As you settled in to the strong curve of his neck, with his hand smoothing through your hair, the hard rain and waves outside and his heartbeat and stifled moans soothed you so that when you had had your fill you drifted into sleep right there, chin tucked into his chest.

*** will continue this but I need a little time to cook first (suggestions welcome)

please annoy me with comments/asks it’s lonely here.

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EWAN MITCHELL as BILLY TAYLOR The Halcyon (2017) — requested by anon!

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Pierre Niney as Edmond Dantès in Le Comte de Monte Cristo (part ten)

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Pierre Niney as Edmond Dantès in Le Comte de Monte Cristo (part eight)

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Pierre Niney as Edmond Dantès in Le Comte de Monte Cristo (part nine)

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JULIEN DE SAINT-JEAN as ANDRÉ DE VILLEFORT in Le Comte de Monte-Cristo (2024)

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to bring justice

Edmond Dantés x gender neutral reader

no one seems to be writing these after the new film so I’m writing my thoughts. i’m in love with him

C’est débrouillard = it’s resourceful

The heavy wood door opened slowly, at least with the full force of your spine. Your usual ability to move about in complete silence saved you from blame where you were from.

But even with that unavoidable scraping on the floorboards and light flowing in, Edmond still flinched at the sound of your voice speaking his name.

“What is it that you need?” His voice was not…harsh, but cool as his rough hands ran a rag over the blade of his constant dagger.

“I meant to ask the same of you.” Intentionally avoiding his gaze, you continued, “I have seen things the Villeforts and their companions have done that you have not. And was vowed to secrecy. I wish to guide you in twisting the knife.”

Something flashed through his eyes before he turned away again. “I need only justice with me.”

“Well, I can be an excellent stand-in.” Without thinking, you moved to the curtain in front of the table, wrapped it around yourself and tried unsuccessfully to tie the sash around your eyes with scales tucked into your elbow.

There was a rich, unfamiliar sound, almost like a laugh, and he reached over to tie it for you as he had done with Mércede’s apron strings.

“What do you think?”

“C’est…débrouillard.” It sounded as if he would say something different, but thought better of it. He lifted your leg to examine a small tear in your clothes on your thigh, and ran the dagger experimentally around it, cutting it wider.

His tentative hand put down the dagger and gently touched the strip of skin to ease the scratch, as if it were bunched velvet.

How often had he thought of doing this, in the fourteen last years of hell? Enough that he knew his hair, bits of rags and sailcloth, and the hot midday sun through the little high window could not compare to the way you were…alive.

While your eyes were covered, he had one blessed moment to look upon your face honestly, not noticing the way your breath hitched in response.

“Have you reconsidered?” Your voice trembled more than you had heard it before.

He pulled away as if it were fire, reaching forward again to gently pull the sash over your head.

“My Justice is not blind. Mend that and we will see.”

You were left warmer than before, gazing into empty space and pondering the way he had said the word.

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feel free to send my asks about headcanons or things to write i’m lonely

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Don't cry, Haydee.

@lgbtqcreators creator bingo: quotes

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Vivez donc et soyez heureux, enfants chéris de mon cœur, et n’oubliez jamais que, jusqu’au jour où Dieu daignera dévoiler l’avenir à l’homme, toute la sagesse humaine sera dans ces deux mots : Attendre et espérer ! 

Alexandre Dumas