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Ln'eta × GN! reader ○PART 1○

L'neta is basically a fem cathullu, who is an elder god / eldritch horror.
Shower thought- Everything's a dream made by elder gods. Lays say all roughly 50 of them wake up, highly unlikely, but feasibly possible, everything just stops existing! So you're in some godly beings dream! That's gotta be worth something, right?

smol_boi_1234 has requested a smut/ lemon, so just a warning I will be doing that *in the second part*. Whem that will come out? Who knows!
Theres also swears.

Y/n's POV
It's been months now. Scratch that, years. I've finally found what I've been looking for; the Necronomicon. Its expected to arrive today. I had to spend a fortune on it, hence why it's taken years. Not only from trying to scrape up enough money by taking on many jobs therefore sleep depriving myself for god knows how long, but also by trying to find the actual one. Not just some copycat that someone puts out for some novelty bull shit. My last ditch effort to get one is today, the delivery date.

I cant keep trying, I'm out of money, and havent been able to properly afford food in the house for god knows how long, my body is shutting down already, my health is deteriorating, my mental health, non existent. Sleep schedule? Nope. Food? Barely. Water? Not enough. I feel skeletal. A look in the mirror would prove that. My appearance has been appalling so I've distanced myself from everyone; friends, family, naighbors , ect. Not like they would want to interact with me anyways.

*knock knock*

That should be it. Moving my way towards the door slowly with partially foggy eyes from sleep deprivation, I make it to the door, miraculously without falling. Opening it up, I'm surprised to see no-one there, not even the doors to the stair well slamming shut like normal. It feels supernatural. Like the delivery want made by a normal person... (✨~foreshadowing~✨) Whatever. No need to dwell on oddities, its here.

Heading inside with the heavy package in my hands, I make my way to my desk to open it. I didnt even get it out of the box/ wrapping paper(?) Before noticing a major detail, it was pink. It was fucking pink. I poured everything into getting this, everything, and it was all for nothing. I've almost become homeless for this shit. I try desperately not to scream in anguish. I spend every scrap of sanity I might have left to not either throw this, this book or myself out and off the balcony. All of these sleepless nights doing soul crushing, dirty, hard, undignified, probably illegal work... for nothing. It was all a compleat waste.

I've tried all the others, whether it be out of desperation to hope that what I had done wasnt for nothing or just for shits and giggles, why would I stop now?

After trying to push away the overwhelming negative I feel, I open up the pink "necronomicon". Only to be pleasantly surprised to find really accurate eldritch language. Also surprising is the fact that I can read the first starkingly similar ritual to what you'd expect to see in the real deal.

First ritual
Grabbing what I need and setting the mood, I begin.

(Time skip cause I don't fucking remember the rituals)

It worked. It actually fucking worked!

"WHAT POOR SOUL HAS AWOKEN ME FROM MY SLUMBER?!" A huge being booms in my room, shrouded by a thick, pinkish tinted fog.

Coughing lightly/ choking slightly, I stare, breathless (literally because of the smoke) at the ethereal being in my main room.

"Oh, right mortals are finicky, I can clear the fog. Not like it matters because you're dead anyway." They remark unapollegeticly.

"T-thanks." I manage to choke out
They responds by humming in a dismissive way.

Now that the fog's cleared I can see them- I mean her better. Shes really tall with green skin and a dress that hugs her curves perfectly. Watching her closely I can see her wings twitch every so often, and her tenticles move as if they have mind of their own. Her bright pink hair that matches her sparkaling eyes in a perfect ponytail, her 'bangs' framing her face perfectly. Her curves with quite the revealing dress that hug them perfectly...

"My eyes are up here." She states sounding annoyed, but theres a hint of blush on her face.

"Uh- right, right, sorry." I quickly snap out of whatever haze I was in and apologize quickly.

She doesn't say anything as she decides to go sprawl herself out on my bed. But, shes a god, I'm not, so I dont argue.

Quickly getting bored, I pull out the book only to be immediately yelled at.

"WHERE DID YOU GET THAT?!"

"It came instead of what I ordered." I say rolling my eyes and leaning back in a chair to read some more of the pink necronomicon. After a bit and learning that I could now read the next ritual. I look up and see a flustered godly being.

"You good?" I ask after an awkward silent pause.

She just nods and looks away.

"I'm Y/n, what's your name?" I intrigue.

"For a human, you seem to be very calm given the circumstances." She states, observing me for a little while, staring intently into my soul. "Ln'eta."

"What?"

"My names Ln'eta."

"Oh! I see. Hello Ln'eta, it's nice to know your name. Anyways, I'm going to go see if I can do more of these-" waving the book in the air for emphasis, "-rituals and see what happens!" I say finishing my sentance.

"WAIT! You have NO idea what that can do, stupid þıøßł§þłøı, shes always trying to set me up with a date." She says, stooping me in my tracks.

"....what?..." I start to verbalize my thoughts. "This is to date you?"

"Uh.. yeah... its pink, not black isnt it?"

"Well, yes, but this is to date you?" I repeat
"And I got it?!" I breathe out.

"It seems so, just give it here, and I'll destroy your reality!" She says quickly, yet seemingly disappointed.

"No no, I'm keeping it. Listen, it's not everyday you get a fourth dementional hottie on your living room, AND this necronomicon is for dating?! Like hell am I wasting this opportunity!"

I then watched as her beautiful dusty green face blushes a pale rose.