Wizard's Wish - (Kinda) Yandere SGE x reader

Chapter 139: Samsara

(guuuuys, am I perhaps finishing book 6 before 2026 (my time that is)? Seems so!)

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When it comes to wedding preparations, a girl can only take so much.
Which is why Y/n was in the dank sewer, her boots stomping along the path that bordered a river of sludge. Sophie had told her there would be sandalwood incense down here, changing the color of the sludge to a resplendent blue, even turning the dungeons into a nightclub party on Saturday nights for the highest-ranking Nevers. But it seems that in Sophie's absence, Professor Manley had seized control of the school and restored everything to its old, decrepit gloom. But to be honest, it felt quite nostalgic.

Y/n was back in her old questing clothes for the moment. After its last transformation into a foxdress, Evelyn Sader's dress seemed to have died, her spirit finally being able to move on, like it was finally at peace. Evelyn had been a complicated person, and she had done many things wrong in her life. But in the end, by helping Y/n, she had also managed to sort of redeem herself. She could now also have a Happily Ever After.

Y/n ran her fingers over the walls, struggling to see down the tunnel. Soon the solid stone turned to rusty grating and Y/n found the keyhole, using her magic to pry the door open. She'd wanted to escape the wedding planning for just a moment, to catch her breath and be with her thoughts, but something had compelled her towards the Doom Room, even though she hadn't the faintest clue why. She'd never even been in there before, and everything surrounding it had just been bad memories for her. She'd never met the Man-Wolf who ran it, only seen his dead corpse in the sludge. Sophie had killed him, her first step to becoming a villain.

But for some reason the room called to her, all these years later. Y/n stood alone in the dark, taking in the bare walls, as if there was something here for her, something she couldn't yet see. She closed her eyes, listening to the silence, the creack of the gate, the flit of a moth. Her heartbeat picked up, a tight pitter-patter, as if struggling to keep control. She tried to focus on the river sounds, a thick soothing rush. But now the sludge had a life of its own, churning faster, harder, its roar thundering in her chest, swallowing her up. Something brushed her ear, the kiss of fur. Heat clawed her body, the threat of an animal's touch. She tasted tears.
"I'm sorry," she gasped. This is why she'd come: to find her beast, to make peace with it. The one she couldn't save. She could feel him now, the beast inside her, entwined around her heart, pulling her towards en ending, pulling her towards a kiss—

A chill hit her.
She started awake.
Something was there.
In the darkness.
Two coal-black eyes.
"Y/n? Is that you?" a voice echoed.
She turned to a thin shadow coming down the tunnel for her—

Y/n spun back to the dark, her finger lit.
But there was nothing, except the memory of a ghost.
She ran, as far as she could.

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The next morning, that same bride had been in her last fitting, poised on a pedestal in Good Hall as tall, floating nymphs poked her with pins and clips and measuring sticks. Leaning against a wall stood her princess, watching over the nymphs work. The groom lay on his back on the blue marble, sweaty and shirtless from a workout, eating chips out of Merlin's hat and reading the Royal Rot.
"You shouldn't be here, you know," Y/n warned him, as the neon-haired nymphs hovered over her. "Bad luck for you to see the dress before the wedding."
"Bad luck for me to get my head cut off too, but here I am," said Tedros, his nose in the paper, but Y/n could see a wicked grin on his face. "We've also done other stuff that would be considered bad luck before the wedding."
"Don't bring it up then!" Y/n said, feeling a bit humiliated as her face flushed red, but Agatha couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't think he can see much anyway with all those nymphs hovering around you," said Agatha. "Even I can barely see you."