First years with a Lamia!Reader
The greek legends say that Lamia was once a beautiful Queen that the king of the gods himself fancied, much to his wife’s ire. When the Queen sired her many children, Hera struck them down by either sending fits of madness into Lamia’s mind, or by her own hand. In her tears, Lamia devoured the children of other mothers, slowly transforming into a terrifying, snakelike demon, who was blind by day, but free to hunt at night.
It is similar to the concept of the Naga, which is a semi-divine being that is half human and half cobra. The Naga is a powerful race, as each can transform between fully human, fully snake, and true naga form at will.
For this particular request, I have combined the two into a very…interesting creature.
Tw// monsters, snakes, physical violence, attempted cannibalism (as a joke), fish cannibalism, eating a “dog” whole, biting, mentions of poison/venom
Characters: Ace, Deuce, Jack, Epel, Sebek
There is simply something about you that makes it hard to look away. It’s similar to the Leech twins, in a way, or to the Diasomnia housewarden. There’s something in your eyes, in your movements, in the words that slip from your tongue. The prestige that Leona neglects to carry, but the sociability that Malleus himself lacks.
It seems as though you float, slink, and slide everywhere you go. It seems like one minute someone could be positive they’re completely alone in the hall, and the next they can feel your breath on their neck.
It isn’t uncommon for a non-humanoid to attend Night Raven College, it’s fairly common. It doesn’t make it any less nerve wracking.
All the upperclassmen have to remind themselves that at least they aren’t a first year, like you. They can leave sooner.
There’s very few that would be bold enough to actively start a fight with you. Just like the Leech twins, you’re tall, insanely strong, and a bit intimidating. But very obvious warnings can’t stop this idiot!
No, he’s the first freshman to try and make friends with you, and he wastes no time immediately trying to fight you.
But oh, how the tables turn. You catch him alone in the hall between classes, seemingly lost, and walk to stand behind him, reading his schedule over his shoulder. Letting out a ‘tsk’ that sounded more like a hiss seemed to startled Ace, however. He let out a terrified squeak and jumped away panicked.
“Hahahah, you sound like a little mouse!” Your sharp teeth were on full display as you laughed, only remembering after a moment to cover your mouth as you did so, “You look a bit like one too, all wide eyes and big ears.”
“Hey! My ears aren’t big! They’re completely normal sized!” Ace pouted as he nervously covered his ears, “whatever, did you just come to make fun of me, or are you gonna help me get to class? Not that you’d be much help, you probably don’t know where anything is either.”
With a closed mouth grin, you took his schedule from him, “Class 1-7 alchemy? It’s right around the corner, three doors down on the left.” You handed it back, a smug look on your face.
“How’d you even know that? We’ve been here like, four days!”
“Maybe I’m just smarter than you.” You grinned, showing sharp fangs, “If you want, we can walk around campus after classes until you’re familiar with where everything is. It’s what I did.”
Ace raised his eyebrows for a moment, then shrugged, “Sounds better than flamingo duty. Our housewarden is such a stick in the mud.”
You laughed and leaned over him a moment to watch him squirm before simply patting his head, “See you later, Rat tail. I’ll pick you up in the dorm hall, yeah?”
Deuce isn’t a coward in any regard…except for when he’s scared. Listen, he can’t just unleash his delinquent side every time there’s an issue, and he has enough sense to not start shit with you.
However…he can’t naturally escape you. You’re friends with Ace, his best-friend-sometimes-enemy-sometimes-no-homo-boyfriend, so you’re friends with him whether you like it or not!
What he doesn’t seem to realize for a while, though, is that you actually don’t mind his company. He’s a good boy, he does his homework, he doesn’t cause trouble intentionally, and he seems to have enough street smarts to assess situations pretty well, even if he’s gullible and clumsy.
Honestly, nothing could have prepared him for this.
“Deuce,” you start, “Your sleeve has a tear.”
He blinked a moment before looking down at his arm, and, sure enough, there’s a long tear going all the way up his forearm. Not just that, but it’s deep, and he’s bleeding.
“Where did you get that?” You question, voice low, “Was it a fight?”
“N-no! At least, I don’t think so! I don’t remember it.”
You frown and take his arm, holding him tight when he instinctively tries to jerk back. When you run a finger on the cut and frown deeper, he begins to panic.
“Nobody touches what’s mine.” He hears you murmur before letting his arm drop, “I’ll walk you to the infirmary so they can check it out. If you didn’t feel it before, you might have a numbing agent or poison in your system. I’ll mend your shirt and sleeve after it gets washed.”
He doesn’t quite know what to do, but nod dumbly and let you guide him away.
Ace and Deuce see your snake form for the first time together. It seems as though it isn’t something you prefer around here, or around them, but instead something you save for emergencies.
The emergency in question is that their dorm leader is having a mental breakdown and getting pretty close to killing the dorms population.
It’s a few beats into him trying to beat Ace with a rose bush that looks more like a tree before Riddle’s movement stops and he screams in anger.
When Ace manages to peek beyond the shrubbery, he sees you. He watches as you coil yourself around Riddle, restraining his movement with your long snakelike body, face showing a small amount of remorse as you squeeze him until he looks like he’s about to pass out.
Deuce is running to Ace, now, pulling him to his feet.
“Deuce- Deuce, look at the dorm head.”
“No, I mean the snake- it’s- y/n….”
“I noticed, yeah. Kinda cool to have a snake friend, right?”
Deuce and Ace looked to you at the same time, watching as you opened your mouth to bite a now unconscious Riddle. You paused, locking eyes with them, then closed your mouth and instead let go of Riddle, carefully laying him on the ground.
“Thank you for not eating him, Y/N.”
“I dunno, Deuce, I kinda think they should have.”
The best kept secret of NRC is the vow of silence everyone is Heartslabyul was sworn to about how Riddle was defeated. The worst kept secret, though, is how Leona was defeated.
No, you hadn’t really talked to Jack before your investigation into the mysterious accidents right before the spelldrive tournament, but he became a close ally near overnight. Unfortunately, that overnight happened to be the one before the morning Leona overblotted.
Jack looked worriedly between you, the braincell duo, Ruggie, Leona, and Riddle. He needed to find out where to prioritize his needs - you’re built strong, but do you need protecting? Where is he needed most right now?
It’s when you lunge toward Ruggie to get him away from Leona’s grasp that he jumps to action, scooping up Riddle just as his signature spell on Leona fails. He manages to pull him out of danger, and before Riddle can reprimand him, he pulls him back to the ground to avoid a fireball.
He turns to see you trying to throw a spelldrive disc at Leona’s head. Seriously, this is the one who defeated an overblot?
He’s dumbfounded when it works though, and Leona passes out from the hit. Jesus, do you eat steroids for breakfast? Is Leona just that weak?
And he really doesn’t know what to do when you pick up a black gem and lick it. What the fuck is wrong with you. He does a double take when you eye Leona with what he can only describe as hunger.
Jack isn’t sure what he’s doing when he walks over to you, quietly whispering in your ear, “Please don’t eat him, he’s a prince.”
He’s more than happy to find out that you’re actually really cool, though. The more he sees of you afterward, the more he finds himself warming up to you. It seems like you sneak into Savanaclaw just to take naps in the sand, or to cheer him on when he does his morning laps. He appreciates all the little doodles you bring him of animals. Birds, cats, mice, and dogs, mostly, with the occasional giraffe or fish. He keeps them in his binder to look at when he’s feeling sad.
He first sees your snake form when Azul overblots. At first glance he misses you - there’s a lot of skinny long things waving about. But when he counts how many eel merfolk there are in the fight, he notices there’s too many. Or at least, he thinks so.
That’s when it clicked with him. He watched as your scaled body wrapped around Azul’s middle and you tried trapping his arms down, hissing and glaring at him as he writhed in your grasp. It seemed an octopus wasn’t ideal prey.
“Yamakagashi-chan! Bite him!”
Jack’s eyes went wide, “DO NOT BITE HIM.”
“Don’t worry, Jack-kun, Azul himself is venomous. It’s unlikely this will kill him.”
“DO NOT BITE HIM PLEASE, Y/N, I KNOW DAMN WELL YOU WONT STOP AT BITING.”
Suddenly, it seemed Azul’s mood shifted from angry to scared, and in an instant he shrunk down to his normal humanoid size, the blot leaving him.
Man, you really had a way or ending fights quick, huh?
“Do you think he tastes like Takoyaki?”
“I KNOW he tastes like Takoyaki~ I used to chomp on his tentacles all the time when we were younger.”
You aren’t ever on Epel’s radar until you’re on Rook’s, because he won’t shut the fuck up about you and it’s really starting to freak him out.
“Ah, the Règle de forme seems to be enjoying some minced meat pie today, how fascinating, how exquisite!”
Epel let’s out a huff before excusing himself from the table to walk up to where you sit, surrounded by your idiots.
“Excuse me? You’re the- uh, Rook called you the Règle de forme? You fought the overblots, right?”
Your eyes flick over him before leaning back in your seat, “I suppose I am. Did you need something?”
“O-oh! Well, uh, I just wanted to tell you that Vice housewarden Rook has been…uh, hunting you? He does that a lot, but it’s definitely getting uncomfortable so I wanted to tell you in advance of him doing something stupid.”
The easy smile on your face as you lean back forward, head resting on your hand tells him that maybe he shouldn’t have been concerned.
“Will you protect me from him, then?” Epel’s eyes widened as you laughed, “you’re quite adept at spelldrive, surely you can handle this as well, can’t you?”
Epel let the soft boy look on his face drop and he gave a little evil grin, “Yer darn tootin’ I can!”
He watched as you raised an eyebrow before patting the empty seat next to yourself, “Take a seat, cowboy. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a royal retainer.”
Epel first sees your snake form on accident. After a long week at college you had disappeared into the woods to ‘blow off steam’, but you hadn’t come back for a few hours, and coincidentally, Rook also disappeared.
So in his nervousness, he ventured into the woods himself to find you.
It wasn’t long until he was lost - he would never admit he was, but he didn’t know the area as well as he knew home, okay? - and heard someone calling his name.
He assumed it was you, and called back, “hello?” He took a tentative step off the trail, “Y/N? Is that you?”
What he didn’t expect was to be met with glowing yellow eyes, large teeth, and a snarl from a creature pouncing on top of him. It’s matted black and brown and grey fur stunk of moss and rot, it’s slobber dripped on his shirt and caused it to sizzle and burn like acid.
He tried to scream, but the wind was knocked out of him from the beast before him. He felt his head growing dizzy and silently wrote his will.
Then the weight was gone, and a hiss cut through the pounding in his ears.
Now atop of him laid a cold, scaly body, and even farther away was you, biting down on the creature and -
How you managed to move afterward was unclear to him, but it was clear you were very tired and pretty angry as you slithered back to him.
Your eyes seemed clouded as you hissed out “mine. Nobody else gets my prey, just me.” But the daze seemed to pass when you made eye contact.
Your body slithered off him and he heard bones cracking as you transformed back to your human form. There was a pause of him staring at the sky and you panting before you walked over and offered to help him up.
“On your feet, retainer. It’s time we get back, isn’t it?”
Sebek only ever saw you as a threat to his Lord and Savior Malleus Draconia, Crown Prince of Briar Valley, and as a result made sure to steer clear of you.
He did, however, have one interaction with you.
It was late at night just after Equestrian Club called it a day when you strolled up, on two feet, but scaly and looking distinctly non-human.
“You.” You said, staring at him, “Sebek Zigvolt, aren’t you?”
“That is correct.” He said firmly, almost aggressively, “And you’re the snake of the school, yes?”
“That is correct,” you mirrored, lisp sliding into your voice, “I require help. You attend to a dragon, don’t you?”
“I do more than simply attend to Lord Malleus! I protect him with my life!” He cried indignantly.
You simply hummed, looking tired, “Do you know a remedy for insatiable hunger, half-fae?”
He stared, trying to decide between terror and feeling affronted. He settled on being helpful. “I do. I will get the recipe from Master Lilia, and bring you a copy.”
Your lidded stare made him feel uneasy before you just smiled, nodded, and began to move away, “That would be appreciated. Meet me at the ramshackle dorm. I don’t believe I should be around many people for a while.”
He watched as you walked away with all the grace of a sea-legged pirate, then began to internally freak out.
In the end, he did get the potion recipe from Lilia, and simply knocked on the door of the ramshackle dorm to make sure you were there, then slid it under the door when you hissed a reply to do so.
He still feels queasy thinking of it.
