It's a kind of magic. (Loona x Male Reader)

A bad event and even badder idea.

Y/N closed the door behind him, Loona waiting for him on the couch.

Y/N: "You know there was no need for me to walk all the way over he-"

Loona: "YES, THERE WAS A NEED TO!"

Y/N: "Okay, what's the deal with you?"

Loona: "You get shot, your mark gets fuckin' erased, you get captured, you kill your inner demons or something and now you have your mark again."

Y/N: "And? That's somehow a problem?"

Loona: "Which fucking human is able to endure all of that?!"

The Hallucination appeared leaned on a wall, a cowboy hat on his head.

Y/N (H): "It's simple, really. See, humans are demons are one and the same."

Y/N: "Okay, you can stop speaking now."

Loona: "What the FUCK is happening?"

Y/N (H): "Someone decided to stab me but forgot to remember crucial details about STABBING YOUR OWN FUCKING SELF."

Y/N: "How the fuck was I supposed to even know?!"

Loona: "I want an explanation!"

Y/N (H): "Hah, how can I sta-"

Loona: "No. From him."

Y/N: "You want an explanation? Fine, I feel like I owe you one after... everything. Sit back on the couch and relax, this one's long.

Y/N: "After Armstrong, strange things happened...

I carried hit after hit, job after job. I turned 18 and Armstrong got me out to celebrate. Something about being a good hitman. I never cared at all.

However, when I passed by the mirror, I sometimes saw a shadow painted red behind me but as soon as I turned around, it was gone.

So I started investigating. Only place where the shadow formed was with reflections.

Loona: "Y/N. I don't care about your life story or whatever bullshit you're going to tell me. I want to know what happened with the mark, dumbass."

Y/N: "Oh. That's- well, after I died, it appeared on me, Octavia helped me discover the power and then... everything happened."

Loona: "You lost it to Striker?"

That name instilled rage in him. The man who took away the only possible mean of defending whom he cared for.

Y/N: "Yeah. Striker. That cowboy dumbass."

Loona put her arm on the back of the sofa, looking up.

Loona: "I'm sorry for lashing out, by the way."

Y/N: "You've got a very poor definition of lashing out, miss. Normally when I lash out I break a bone or two. They're never my own, but I normally break at least some."

Loona: "That's anger issues."

Y/N: "I haven't exactly grown up in a good family."

Loona: "But we're your new family, in some way."

Y/N: "Oh come on, that's very clichè."

Loona: "But it's true, can't deny that."

Y/N: "Ha... yeah, I guess it is... What role in the family am I?"

Loona got up from the couch and walked in front of Y/N, looking at him.

Loona: "The son."

Y/N: "Blitzø is a bad dad then."