This is just a compilation of a bunch of imagines and one-shots I've come up with over years of writing. I'll take requests, as long as I know the fandom (I am willing to do my research). My favourites are Harry Potter, Hazbin Hotel, Helluva Boss, a...
Y/N was on a date with her husband. Or at least, she was trying to be.
Currently, she was leaning on the bar at Brews and Stews, trying to see over the crowd of people who were now swarming her husband, the famous Gilderoy Lockhart. Little did they all know that he was a fraud.
Of course, Y/N knew, she wasn't stupid. But beyond the need to be loved and admired by the Wizarding Population, Gilderoy was a very sweet man whom Y/N adored. She just wished that he would be there for her tonight. She'd even worn his favourite outfit of hers.
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As Y/N watched Gilderoy take out his quills for autographs, a man sat beside Y/N, where her husband had been sitting. She glanced at him, and he cleared his throat. "Oh, I'm sorry, is this seat taken?" he asked.
Y/N hesitated for a moment before she shook her head.
The man smirked. "Good. May I just say you look stunning tonight, luv?" he asked.
Y/N's head snapped to him. He was quite handsome, well trimmed but still had a bad boyish charm to him. "And who do you think you are?"
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"Scabior," he replied, sticking out his hand for her.
She grabbed it to shake, but he brought it up to his lips instead and kissed her knuckles. "Hm, you've got some balls to do this in front of my husband." Y/N tilted her head, gesturing to Lockhart.
"Ah! So you're Y/N Lockhart! The famed wife of Gilderoy Lockhart..." Scabior licked his lips. "Now, how did an oaf like that end up with a beauty like you?"
Y/N pulled her hand away and sighed. "Honestly, tonight? I don't know."
"Well... he might not be able to give you the attention you deserve..." Scabior purred. "But I might."
She chuckled lightly and shook her head. "Thanks for the offer, but I can't do that. As much of a pain as Gilderoy can be... he is still attentive to me."
"But it isn't fair to you for him to be doing this," Scabior whispered, tucking a strand of hair behind Y/N's ear. "Look at you... so lonely... so needy..." His hand moved to her cheek.
