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could you write a yandere author who sees you in a book signing and changes their work just to appeal to you?

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yandere! author x gn! reader

warnings: yandere, nsfw, short, more of a Drabble tbh, use of the word “fuck” to describe sex lmao

“Oh my god, I love their work, I can’t believe we’re actually here!”

“I know! Their most recent book was definitely the best so far… I just wish it had a little more of a slow burn, you know? The main characters were in love by chapter three.”

“Yeah, but—“

The author tuned out your friend’s response, their lazy, tired eyes moving to inspect you. They’d never seen you at a book signing before, if they had, they would have surely recognized you.

Slow burn, hm? They looked at the book in front of them, opened to the back of the cover for them to sign their name. They swiftly wrote in it, sending away the fan.

A slow burn… that wasn’t a half bad idea. They always felt that their works were missing something big, something exciting… perhaps a more… slow approach was what they had been looking for.

Nearly a year later and you were at yet another one of their book signings, this time for one of their greatest hits yet: a slow burn enemies to lovers.

Their heart skipped a beat upon spotting you in the crowd. Did you know that you had been their inspiration for this latest masterpiece of theirs? Did you know that they thought of you with each word they wrote?

When you finally reached their desk, placing your book in front of them, they prayed to every god there was that you wouldn’t notice the way their face tinted crimson.

“I think this is one of your best books yet.” You confessed with a peppy smile. “Oh, my name is Y/N, by the way.”

“Y/N…”

“Yeah, uh, so you can write it.“

They cleared their throat and nodded. They swiftly signed your book with sloppy cursive.

To the wonderful Y/N, signed Syd Rhodes.

“Thank you so much!” You cheered, taking the book. “I don’t want to take up too much of your time, but have you ever considered writing a horror, rather that ro—“

“Come on, outta the way! There’s a whole line behind you, you know!” Yelled a boy behind you, lightly shoving you out of the way.

You laughed anxiously and waved to Syd before taking off.

Their eye twitched a bit, fighting the overwhelming urge to kick the man out of the store.

A horror? You certainly didn’t look like the type to enjoy being scared, but whatever his self-proclaimed muse wants, they get.

Writing a book wasn’t easy. It typically took years, hours upon hours of desperate work. Yet, here you were, at the premiere of Syd’s latest novel, a romantic horror, only a few months after the signing.

You were over the moon that your favorite author had actually taken your suggestion to heart. There was no other possible answer for their sudden shift in genre. You couldn’t contain the butterflies in your stomach no matter how hard you tried.

Syd scanned the crowd of enthusiastic fans. It didn’t take long for them to spot you, they could recognize you by intuition alone.

“Y/N.” They greeted, and your heart jumped to your throat as you turned to look at them. “I thought about what you said… I want to thank you for inspiring me to write again. It was becoming repetitive, a chore… but you reminded me of my passion. So… thank you.”

“Oh, wow… I’m honored! I’m a huge fan!” You exclaimed, putting your hands over your heart. “I just know this book is going to be perfect! You have a real knack for—“

They tuned out your energetic rambles. Not because they didn’t care, but rather, they cared more about watching the way your lips moved, the way your eyes lit up… the way you smelled. When you touched their arm, their senses were completely overwhelmed with you.

Only you.

You hadn’t read it yet… they smiled in anticipation. What would you think by the time you finished their masterpiece?

Would you recognize the description of the main characters, each vaguely inspired by the both of you? Would you blush or bite your lip while reading the dark, twisted, passionate scenes they’d described?

How about the scene when the protagonist kidnaps their lover, then they share a loving kiss and fuck like they’ve lacked human touch all their lives?

How would you feel about that?

They were desperate to know.