Opposites attract: Helluva Boss Loona x Reader

A ghost from the past

Your face falls numb, the echoes of gunfire returning to your ears like clockwork as your paws begin to tremble in anger, "Gabriel T Rorke?!" You growl, "Where?"

"He's got my daughter held up at an apartment in Chicago" JJ noted, matching your fury.

With this, you immediately storm out of the room, your mind becoming intoxicated as you enter the break room and throw open your locker. "His fucking daughter" you snarl as you grasp at your old arsenal consisting of a silenced rifle, assault rifle and heavy revolver, its Golden plating engraved with the name Victor Sullivan, "I'll fucking make sure of it this time" you mumble, assuring your thoughts.

As you were about to close the door, a sudden force pulls against your shoulder, forcing you to refocus on the room around you, "Hey, don't you fucking ignore me!" Loona stated sternly, "What's going on?"

Her sudden switch to a more soothing tone caused you to break out of your sleeper-like state, "It's him, he's still fucking breathing!" you utter.

"You sure?" her eyes began to seek out yours, your thoughts recollecting as they met.

Snatching a few more items, you shut the metal door and snap on its lock, promptly holstering your guns and strapping on your rucksack, "I'm sure"

You both step back into the foyer, the discussion still flowing with your absence, "This prick there right now?" you ask sternly.

JJ smirks, "Glad you're so amped up for this, yeah he should be there within the hour"

"We've got some unfinished business" you note, prompting Blitzø to furrow his brow.

He shook his head apologetically, "I'm sorry to hear that, he's a piece of work"

"You sure you don't want to sit this one out, Eli?" Blitzø suggested, forcing a growl to grow in your throat as your eyes glared towards him.

"I'm going after this guy, with or without you all" you stated. Noticing your irritated state, Loona discreetly grasped your paw, promptly reverting you to a subdued state.

Blitzø sighed unsure about you're mental state, "Okay well, I guess we're taking the job then, Loonie your on dispatch"

This didn't sit right, it was clear the job would be brutal even with the five of you, "No, we'll need her, Rorke will have at least sixty men around him at all times, if shit goes down out there we'd be better off with all of us" you explained.

This seemed to irk Blitzø driving a sense of hostility into his usually sarcastic voice, "Absolutely not, it's way too dangerous out there normally and..."

"Blitzø, this is not your fucking decision to make!" Loona jutted in, throwing him off balance.

"Bullshit, its not, you'll get hurt" he continued, evidently firmer with his words.

"FUCK, you can't just keep controlling my life like this, Blitzø!" she argued, "You're not even my real dad!"

"I'M NOT CONTROLLING YOUR LIFE, I'M PROTECTING YOU FROM THE DANGERS OF IT!" He yelled catching everyone off guard. Blitzø nervously coughed, giving everyone an awkward look before continuing, "Look, no matter which way you look at it, I've got the book, so I get to choose who does and doesn't go to the overworld"

Suddenly, a wide ring of fire ripped open on the adjacent wall, "He makes a good point Blitzø" Millie noted, gently smiling toward you before snapping the book shut.

Blitzø began to scan the room with a loon of betrayal, "I'm sorry, but I'll be taking the lead on this one, if you're not okay with that, then you can stay behind, but I'd like to say we'd be stronger with you" you sigh.