Second One-shot!

For: Ynot7

Prompt: Crona meeting Blair for the first time (requested through a PM)

Main characters: Crona, Ragnarok, Blair, Maka, Soul

Note: As far as I know, Crona has an unconfirmed ambiguous sex. To my knowledge, "they" can be used as a singular pronoun for those outside of male and female genders, and that is how I will be using it in this story.

Crona followed Maka and Soul up the stairs to their apartment. Maka was smiling and chatting excitedly to her partner while simultaneously keeping a death grip on Crona's arm. Maka glanced back and gave them an encouraging smile. "Come on! We're almost to the apartment!"

"Oh, yeah. Great!" Crona said, trying to cover their fear with false enthusiasm.

"You'll just love Blair! Her cooking is amazing!" Maka said, picking up on Crona's jittery nerves and trying to put them at ease.

"It better be amazing. I'm starved!" Ragnarok muttered from Crona's back.

"You know what else is amazing about Blair?" Soul asked, wiggling his eyebrows. Maka let out an irritated growl before grabbing a book from her bag. Soul tried to dodge it, but he wasn't fast enough and ended up a drooling mess on the floor. "I was going to say her milkshakes-." That brought another powerful hit from Maka, completely knocking Soul out. She grabbed his arm and proceeded to drag both the unconscious Soul and the terrified Crona to the apartment.

"Blair! We're here!" Maka called out as the door swung open.

"I'm in the bath right!" a feminine voice sang back. Soul's nose started to drip a little blood, something Maka noticed with a glare. He quickly wiped it away. "I'll be out in just a minute~!"

"We brought Crona along!" Soul shouted. Whatever reply Blair was about to make was cut off by the phone ringing on the wall. Maka dashed to it and answered, her greeting getting cut off by whoever was on other line. The call lasted less than a minute before she replaced the phone on its hook and turned to Soul, looking serious.

"That was Lord Death. He said we need to get to the school as soon as possible." Maka turned to Crona, and apologetic look on her face. "He said that it would only take a little while. Do you mind staying here with Blair until we get back?"

"Uh, sure," Crona said, not quite sure why they were agreeing to stay.

"Hey Blair! Soul and I got called back to the school for a little bit!" Maka yelled at the bathroom door. "We should be back in about half and hour, and we're leaving Crona here until then!"

"Alright. I'll hurry up then," was Blair's reply. Maka turned away from the door with a smile.

"She'll keep you company," Soul said with a suggestive wink.

"Come on," Maka growled, grabbing his arm and yanking him out of the apartment. The door swung shut behind them. Crona looked around.

Now what?

"Let's go get some food," Ragnarok suggested, eyeing the refrigerator greedily.

"Not yet! We need to wait first!" Crona protested, heading over to the couch instead and sitting down.

"Come on, you baby! What are we waiting for? Let's grab some grub before that lady gets out of the-"

"Well, aren't you a cutie pie?" It was a female voice, presumably belonging to Blair. Crona and Ragnarok jumped, spinning around to face the origin. Before them stood the cat monster Blair, in nothing but a loose, low cut purple t-shirt that just barely passed as a dress.

The reaction of the fused pair was instantaneous: Crona, surprised by Blair's sudden appearance, let out a shrill shout of alarm and tried to scoot away. Ragnarok, on the other hand, let out a wolf whistle and tried to lunge forward, blood spurting from his nose like a faucet. Their contrasting movements resulted in Crona falling over on their side

"You're Crona, right?" Blair asked, her cat ears twitching in amusement.

"Yeah, that's the pink-haired squirt!" Ragnarok shouted before Crona could say anything. "And I'm Ragnarok, their much better, manlier partner." Blair just looked at them for long enough to make it awkward.

"Aw! Are you two going to have dinner with me? How sweet!" She pulled Crona into a tight, pillowy hug that made Crona tense up and Ragnarok shout with excitement. "I've made my best dish: salmon! Maka and Soul just love it and I'm sure you will too!"

"Woohoo! Hot and can cook? What a babe!" Ragnarok was practically drooling now, his stubby hands reaching for Blair.

"Come on then, there's plenty!" She pulled back, dragging Crona to the table.

...

They ate the deliciously cooked salmon in a relative peace that was only broken by Ragnarok making lewd comments or by Blair making small talk with Crona. She wasn't pushing anything out of them or forcing them to talk about anything they didn't want to, something Crona appreciated. As the meal went on, Crona began to relax, finding that they actually kind of enjoyed Blair's company.

Once they finished up, Crona found the courage offer to help clean the dishes, something that Blair refused to let them do.

"You're such a sweetheart for offering, but I've got it. You can go sit on the couch and warm it up for me," she said with a smile and a wink that nearly sent Ragnarok to an early grave.

"You should get on that, Crona," Ragnarok growled in the living room, eyeing Blair as she used her magic powers to clear up the table.

"I don't- I don't really want to," Crona stuttered out. "She seems very nice, though."

"All done~" Blair sang, coming back from the kitchen and smiling down on them. She then climbed onto the couch and crawled towards them.

"What-what are you-"

"Hot dog!" Ragnarok shouted, clamping his arms over Crona's mouth, trying to stop the meister from scooting away. Blair ended up on top of Crona, resting her head easily on their chest.

"I could use a nice rest after that meal," Blair said with an easy smile. Crona began stuttering again, body tensing up with nervousness. "You don't mind if I nap here, do you?"

"No! Of course they don't! Nap anywhere you like!" Ragnarok yelled, not wanting to lose the view he was getting.

"Thanks~!" Blair said with a wink before vanishing in a puff of smoke. Crona let out an alarmed gasp.

Then the smoke cleared, revealing Blair in her cat form.

"What a cheap shot!" Ragnarok cursed. Blair gave Crona another wink before settling down on their chest in a little ball. Crona reached a cautious hand up and began to stroke the dark fur, making Blair purr in delight. Crona felt a small smile form on their face as they watch Blair's breathing as it matched up with the purring that traveled from the small cat body into their chest. It had a calming effect, draining out the stiffness that had been their before. After a few minutes, Crona was drifting off to sleep.

Aw. This turned out so much cuter than I planned!

Blair really is such a great character. I love her so much. I feel like she would be a great friend to Crona.

I actually wrote this and then remembered that Ragnarok existed to that was a thing.

This one-shot ended up being about 1100 words.

I hope you all enjoyed it! Please tell me what you thought of it!