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Gonjo but it's mitski's cover of how deep is your love.
Yeong's entire life is breathing, sleeping, living devotion to his pyeha, deep as an ocean. He'd give up his life; take any hits or danger for himself while asking for more if it'd guarantee gon's safety.
I love old man yaoi.
They’re gonna ‘run lines in his trailer’
New OMG meaning dropped!
From now on it means: Oh My Gonjo.
(i made myself cackle too much not to share? And no offense - I'm just silly?)
What made you want to start writing Unbreakable?
(PS I got tumblr for your Gonjo theories lol)
Wow, thank you so much for asking! And first of all let me say that I’m really honoured that you care enough about my theories to make this account 🥺 I need to post more to be honest, but right now a lot of them are caught in a trap of being spoilers for the next important project.
As for why I wanted to write Unbreakable… the short answer is that, as a Yeong stan I was unsatisfied with Taegon, and it annoyed me so much that I felt compelled to write a fic to fix that SKFSLKJFKLJK something where Gon would have to face consequences for how Yeong was mistreated, before eventually they would be able to make each other happy for the rest of their lives. This was… perhaps inspired a little by my own life at the time, where I was in a complicated situation with a straight girl that I liked, a kind of situation where it was almost as if we were together even though we weren’t… and recently she’d got a boyfriend, and I was pretty heartbroken despite having no real reason to be 😅😅 it’s embarrassing looking back, but I connected with Yeong a lot because I saw my situation at the time in how he might have felt about Taegon.
The longer answer is that while that was the initial reason, it quickly became more than that. I have a bad habit of writing the first chapter of a fic without really knowing where it’s going, I just know where I want it to start, and only when that first chapter is done do I really start thinking about “cooler” twists and turns for the story to take. The act of writing the fic itself made me start thinking about Yeong’s family, and wanting to explain the age gap between Yeong/Eunseob and the twins while also trying to explain why Yeong is the way he is. I have a habit of making myself sad while daydreaming about my beloved blorbos, and my general rule of thumb is “ohh this would be awful - let’s write it!”
The surprising thing for me, however, was how as the story progressed… it stopped being a way to vent from Yeong’s point of view, and I started to really identify a lot more with Gon as I was writing. Obviously I was still feeling Yeong as well, but what started off as a way to complain about Gon turned into something where I really wanted to explain his point of view in a way that was sympathetic and understandable. To be honest, I think a lot of this came from my friends at the time telling me that they think I’m autistic, and then me looking at Lee Gon and going “wait a damn minute… why does the research I’ve been doing seem to fit with how I’ve been writing him?” Then I started projecting, and from about chapter 11? 12? onwards I started doing what I’d accidentally been doing before on purpose, and that also became a big driving factor. This is a hill I will die on, and at some point in the next… well, few years, being honest with myself about how fast I’m working now I’m at uni, I do want to make a post on this headcanon for Gon because it’s important to my heart, but I want to finish my detailed rewatch of the show first. TL;DR, halfway through writing I switched sides from being a Yeong defender to a Gon apologist, and then that became a big driving force for the fic.
But mostly… they just live rent-free in my head, and that was the summer after I finished school so I had a lot of free time to write, and I really enjoyed working all my headcanons at the time into a fic that tied up enough loose ends to satisfy me after the show just left me feeling frustrated. Nowadays, Unbreakable is kind of out of date for me honestly - working on another fic with @irregularpeach has created so many more headcanons than I ever could have dreamed up on my own, and now the multiverse is pretty extensive in my mind 😅
I hope you didn’t regret asking me this question - it’s perhaps a mistake to get me talking about my precious blorbos, because I will talk. From my part, thank you for giving me this opportunity to shamelessly witter on about my fic, this really made me smile when I saw it!
open like a hinge | 37k | explicit | the king: eternal monarch | jo yeong/lee gon | jo yeong has a secret he's been keeping for years. now, it's trying to break free
link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43788819
Hi,
I am trying to find a fanfic. I do not remember the name or the author.
It is The King:Eternal Monarch fanfic in which Jo Yeong dies at the night of the coup and Gon had to leave his body in the past. When he comes back to his timeline, he asks Lady Noh about the person who saved his life. She tells him that they buried the stranger (Jo Yeong) with honour. She shows him Yeong's grave.
Please help me find this fic again.
Merthur & Gonjo fans, unite !
Hello,
Just a quick announcement, because I believe that if you love one of those ships then you’ll love the other too, so go already check it out ! (both series are on Netflix - (BBC) Merlin and The King: Eternal Monarch)
The endless devotion Merlin feels for Arthur.
The endless devotion Jo Yeong feels for Lee Gon.
The way(s) Merlin says ‘Arthur’.
The way(s) Jo Yeong says ‘Pyeha’.
The way(s) Arthur says ‘Merlin’.
The way(s) Lee Gon says ‘Yeongie’ and ‘Yeong-ha’.
The banter, the looks, the smiles, THE LOVE.
I could go on and on, but seriously ? They are just each other most important person to each other, no matter how you might want to exactly define it.
SIGH. HUGE SIGH. I’M DREAMING YET IT HURTS.
Free hugs for everyone, feel free to come and shout and cry with me ?
Another part of the build-up to The Saga of Jo Yeong, Badass Prince Consort of the Kingdom of Corea! (First part is here) At some point, I will get to the actual Badass part, but I need to deal with some shit first XD
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The worst part, by far, is having a security detail. Yeong tries to be gracious about it, but it’s really hard. More often than anyone is comfortable with, he finds himself in the Guards’ headquarters, looking over everyone’s shoulder and having opinions.
“You have to fucking stop,” Captain Park In-young tells him bluntly one afternoon when they drink soju, hidden away behind a camera blind spot neither of them pretend exist. “If someone pulls a gun, you’re not supposed to jump in front of him anymore.”
Yeong frowns. “Did you talk to me like this when I was Captain?”
“I didn’t have to talk to you this way then.” Then she adds as an afterthought, “Your Highness.”
“You know my husband can have you beheaded.”
In-young gapes and stares. “Did you seriously just…?”
Yeong grumbles. “I did, didn’t I?”
“We had higher hopes for you, you know. Min-kyu who thinks the least of you, apparently, still had five months before you’d throw His Majesty at us.”
“You’ve been betting on me?”
“Of course we have.”
There’s a really weird comfort in that. He serves her more alcohol and is about to fill his own cup as well, but she takes it and refills it for him.
“I’m serious, Your Highness,” she says as they both raise their cups and empty them. “It’s a problem that right now, step 1 is always ‘make sure the Prince consort doesn’t jump in front of the king at first sign of danger’. It’s going to end up putting both of you in danger.”
“I know.”
“Do you trust us, Your Highness?”
“No.”
In-young snorts. “Thanks.”
“I don’t know what it is,” he admits, sighing. “I trusted you with his life before, and I don’t care enough about my own to not trust you with it, but--”
“Yeong,” she says, holding up a finger. “Don’t say things like that. Your life is important.”
He moves her hand out of his face, glaring.
It doesn’t scare her in the least and she just pours them more alcohol.
“If you don’t want to take my word for it, ask your husband,” she says, lifting her glass again. “If there’s something that will actually get us beheaded it’ll be failing to protect you.”
“I’ll talk to him.”
“No, you’re going to stop being an idiot and let us do our job in peace.”
Yeong lifts his own glass, immensely grateful to be called an idiot to his face.
“I’ll promise to do better.”
In-young smiles and raises her glass as well. “That’s all I’m asking, Your Highness.”
