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The Captive Prince Week has “ended” (honestly, it never ends for me), but we’ll see each other next year for sure!

We were a lot more this year than the last one, and that makes me very happy because it means people who weren’t able to make it least year made it this time AND it also means there’s probably many people who have joined the fandom recently (welcome!!).

Thank you all for your lovely contributions! All the fanart is gorgeous, and I will now proceed to drown in feelings by reading all the fics ❤ I hope you all had fun creating your stuff! And remember that it’s never too late to post an entry! 

(If any of the stuff you made for the week isn’t featured on the blog, please do let me know as tumblr often doesn’t show posts even when they’re properly tagged.)

Let’s keep sharing the love for the series that captivated our hearts…

And this was supposed to be for the last day of CaPri week but I couldn’t make it on time after all And this was supposed to be for the last day of CaPri week but I couldn’t make it on time after all

And this was supposed to be for the last day of CaPri week but I couldn’t make it on time after all *sobs* ….x’D Well…better late than never hahaha I wanted to draw them with silly things


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Capri Week Day 5: Courting / “I speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart.”“I would

Capri Week Day 5: Courting / “I speak your language better than you speak mine, sweetheart.”


“I would court you […] with all the grace and courtesy that you deserve.“


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Capri Week Day 4: Legacy / “He would do anything for his little brother”aka my excuse for drawing ti

Capri Week Day 4: Legacy“He would do anything for his little brother”


aka my excuse for drawing tiny Laurent with his big brother


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Capri Week Day 2: Freedom / “I think before you came, he didn’t really trust anyone.”“He looked at t

Capri Week Day 2: Freedom / “I think before you came, he didn’t really trust anyone.”


“He looked at the gleam of the gold where Guerin placed it, halved, on the workbench. […] It drew him forward and he touched it. It was still warm from the skin of his neck, like it was part of him.”


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