#martha x bob velseb

[apatheticcrossovers]

Hey i was wondering if you could do a one shot fic of Bob velseb martha from helluva boss and it's love at first bite? (pun intended) what if Bob was a canon character in Martha's universe?

Of course! I'm not sure how I feel about this, but I hope you like it! Fic will be under the cut!

Love at First Bite

Fandoms: Spooky Month, Helluva Boss Ship: Bob Velseb (Spooky Month)/Martha (Helluva Boss) Characters: Bob Velseb (Spooky Month), Martha (Helluva boss), Martha's Family (Helluva Boss, brief mention), I.M.P. (Helluva Boss, Brief mention) Tw: Cannibalism, Murder, Romanticization of one's own death Summary: Bob Velseb remembers the say he met the love of his life. A beautiful southern belle, the sweetest lady ever, and had the most beautiful laugh when she tried to eat him. If only he could've gotten her name before she killed him.

Bob liked to remember the day he met her. He hadn't known her for long, he didn't even catch her name, but he already knew they were both soulmates. He had been sneaking into her house on another hunt, assuming that he could take out one of the kids, and if not, then the whole family would work too. What he didn't expect was the family being far more prepared to deal with a break-in than he expect. Next thing he knew, the mother had him pinned to the ground, pinning him down with her shoe to his chest and a shotgun pointed to his face. He would've attacked her, but, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, everything about her was just perfect.

"Say your prayers you, lowsy-" Just before she could finish her sentence, a look of realization crossed her face, her eyes widening slightly as she seemed to recognize him, costume and all. "Oh wait, your that Bob Velseb fella, aren't ya?" She let out small laugh as she lowered the gun slightly, putting a hand to her chest. Her laugh was the most beautiful thing Bob had ever heard, it made him feel something he thought he had never felt before.

"Wait, you... you know me?" Bob tilted his head in confusion, letting out a small chuckle as he looked up at the southern belle.

"Oh of course! Me and my family are huge fans of your work!" she had said, smiling at him sweetly. Bob was confused for a moment, fans? How could someone ever be a fan of him when he was not only a cold-blooded killer, but a cannibal? "You don't know how excited I am! I can't wait to tell the kids we'll be eatin' their idol for dinner!" That's when Bob realized, this lady, and her whole family, were cannibals just like him. Though he did question it for a moment, raising an eyebrow.

"Uh, don'tcha mean you'll be havin' their idol for dinner?" suddenly, the barely of the gun was pointed right back at Bob's face, his eyes wide as the lady's smile turned sinister.

"Eatin', havin', same thing isn't it?" Before Bob could even respond, she pulled the trigger, killing him and sending him off to the deepest parts of hell. It wasn't too bad though, to his surprise, he could practically do whatever he wanted down there without repercussion. Plus, the ram horns were kind of cool, like a permanent reminder of the costume he wore when he was alive.

So, he became a butcher, with the meat he sold being the best quality he could find, which was hard, not many demons down in hell had alot of meat on their bones. In his free time though, when he had nothing to do, no customers to help, and no need to slaughter anyone, he would sit in his butcher's shop, and daydream about the southern belle, the wild look in her eyes, the sweet saccharine of her voice, and the butterflies he felt in his stomach right has she shot him in the head.

It was just another slow day in the shop with he heard a familiar voice call out from the doorway to the shop. "Well well well, long time no see~". Bob looked up, and despite how hell may hay have changed her appearance, he could still recognize that sweet southern belle that killed him. She looked much different now, looking more similar to a lamb, though, her eyes and snout were more wolf-like than anything... 'A wolf in sheep clothing' was all Bob could think, quite fitting for a beauty like her.

"Well what a surprise! Did the police finally catch up to you?" Bob tilted his head, leaning his arm on the counter gently as he smiled at her. She was surprised by such a warm welcome, she would've thought he'd be at least somewhat vengeful for what she did to him.

"Oh now, it was actually some other demons that were paid to kill me! It's a long story though, you probably wouldn't care." She waved her hand dismissively letting out a small chuckle as she approached the counter. Bob only smiled wider as his expression softened, letting out a sigh. He had seen adverts for a company in hell that did that, but he never thought someone would actually pay to have their enemies killed, it seemed like such a waste of money.

"Well, That's certainly not a way to go out, I can't imagine anyone hating a pretty lady like you that much..." Bob's voice was sweet and soft. He was trying to flirt with her, thought= he wasn't sure if it would work, he almost felt like she was out of his league. "But I've got nothing better to do today, so I'm all ears. I'm sure the stories mighty interestin' anyways." Bob let out a laugh, straightening his back slightly before crossing his arms. "Oh, by the way, whatcha name? I never caught it before I died!"

She was still surprised by how welcoming he was being, but she certainly wasn't one to turn it down. He was still her idol after all, even if they were both dead. "Oh, I'm so sorry darlin'! I guess I should've told you, I was just so excited to finally get to eat my idol, I just couldn't wait! The name's Martha~" She held out her hand for him to shake, which he happily took without hesitation.

"Martha..." Bob repeated, almost left breathless. He would've imagined that name belonging to an angel, which in his eyes, she was an angel. He pulled his hand away and dusted himself off. "Well Martha, How about you tell me whatcha want from my little shop here, and then you can tell me all about your little encounter with the demons, alright?"

It might've been the fact she was in hell, but Martha felt a bit warm around Bob. She had grown a fondness for him over the years, she might as well call him a crush if it wasn't for the fact she had eaten him. Still, Martha felt a warm feeling in her chest, and she knew that she'd enjoy knowing Bob as much more than just a meal.