#beaumogen

[distant--shadow]

take one for the team

[immult]

since i'm already talking abt beau i might as well talk about beaumogen. beau having a one night stand with imogen and instead of that trope of them accidentally switching ties they accidentally switched circlets in a rush.

[immeasurable-depths]

Thank you Marisha for validating my Beau/Imogen feelings, hot disaster lesbian instantly recognising slightly younger hot disaster lesbian!

Bonus: Laura’s look of glee when Beau and Yasha are talking about opening their relationship

[chetneysdad]

Someone stop me now.

MONTHS ago I already developed an intricate headcannon for a poly Beauyasha + Imodna + Fearne fic and now I’m ACTUALLY going have to write it

I DONT HAVE TIME TO START ANOTHER GAY CRIT FIC GIVE ME A FUCKING BREAK MARISHA STOP GIVING ME MATERIAL

[acebender]

Imogen and Yasha have so much in common: Lightning theme, sapphics, Kord, Beau...

[nightphlox]

OKAY YEAH YEAH KISS AND TELL BUT ALSO REALISTICALLY IF BEAUYASHA PROPOSITIONED IMOGEN SHE WOULD PASS OUT AND Laudna would hurry her off to take care of her (and end up comforting her by showing her her tits) and Fearne would have the threesome.

[clar-a-m]

i think it would be very funny if marisha gave matt specific instructions to flirt with imogen as beau if beau ever showed up as an npc again

i feel like we as a society need this to happen, it would be so funny. matt flirting as beau, imogen being incredibly flustered but having to reject beau bc she's got a gf now and marisha being jealous of her c2 character as her c3 character IT WOULD BE GOLD

[nikdoeswrite]

Snippet of the Beau/Imogen fic that I am writing, 219 words

for minimal context, this is an au where beau travels to marquet and joins the bell's hells to hunt otohan/the cerberus assembly

Beau called out, “Hey, you look like you could use a drink.”

The woman, Imogen, turned back. “I’m not even sure if I know your name, and you’re just… rollin’ with us now?”

“Seems like it. I’m Beau. Hey, the least you could do after almost knocking me out with those spells is sit down with me and have a drink, yeah?”

Imogen sighed and stepped over to where Beau was situated. She had kind of a hardened look, from what Beau could tell, and didn’t exactly seem too willing. Nevertheless, she asked, “And what kind of drink do you have there?”

Beau shrugged. “Booze. It’s, um, a magical flask. And it was kind of gifted slash stolen from someone, so I’m not sure exactly what kind of booze, but it’s definitely got a good kick to it.”

“Why the fuck not,” Imogen muttered. “I’ll have a drink with you.” She pulled a chair over, and Beau handed her the flask.

Imogen took a swig, not as hearty of a swig as Beau would have taken, but then she said, “I shouldn’t have hit you with those spells earlier. I was real worried about my friend.”

Beau took a moment. “You know, people getting in my head is kind of a fucked up thing for me.”

“Yeah, me too.”