A/N: Hello fellow Jerza shippers! After the latest FT chapter, I felt the need to incorporate our beloved Crime Sorciere into this silly fic. I love including them in my writing, they're so much fun xD

Also just wanted to say thank you so much for reading and leaving such kind reviews! Keeps me smiling for days on end, honestly.

ANYWAY, we all know Jellal is secretly an incredible baker. I explore that concept in this story. ENJOY :)

Title: Code Blue
Rating: M for language (sigh, Erik has such a potty mouth)
Summary: His talents in the kitchen are enough to win over a dessert enthusiast like Erza.

"She was a curious girl, a wanderer, who spent her summers chasing fluttering pieces of prose and eating strawberries." - Michael Faudet

Code Blue

Erza Scarlet peered up from under her cards to flash a challenging smile at her opponent. "Stumped, are we?"

"Quit rushing me, woman!" Sawyer snapped indignantly, matching her smile with an angry glare. "And here I thought playing with Erik was bad—"

"Nah, you're just shit." The dragon slayer in question chuckled, crossing his arms behind his head before sucking in a sharp breath. "Oooh, don't want to do that, pal…bad move."

"WOULD YOU GET OUT OF MY HEAD?"

"Jeez, try to help a guy out and this is the thanks I get—"

And just like that, they were at it again, up on their feet, snatching each other's collars and growling like a pair of rabid animals.

Erza did not approve in the slightest.

She set down her cards, folding her arms across her chest to glare at them irately. Times like these, the quarrelling pair reminded her of a certain pink haired dragon slayer and an ice mage…of course, had it been Natsu and Gray, she wouldn't have tolerated such behaviour for longer than a minute.

With Erik and Sawyer? Because she was still fairly new to Crime Sorciere, she allowed them exactly a minute and a half before biting both their heads off. After all, she was a generous person.

With their stretch now coming to an end, it was time for them to face their inevitable doom.

Erza stood up, mustering her most threatening, stern voice at which upon hearing, Natsu and Gray would always know death was near. "How many times—"

But she was interrupted by a flash of pink. Meredy ran into the guild hall, arms waving wildly as she approached them, a big smile plastered to her face. "CODE BLUE!" she yelped, causing Sawyer and Erik to pause in their brawl to stare at her with wide disbelieving eyes whilst Erza arched a brow curiously.

"What's that? Are we being attacked? Has the council located Crime Sorciere?" she asked in a panic-stricken voice, though received no reply. The others seemed to be in a panic of their own.

Sawyer's mouth dropped open. "Are you fucking with me right now, Meredy?"

"NO! It's really code blue!"

"Shit—she's telling the truth," Erik whispered, springing away from Sawyer to bolt towards the hallway. "EVERY FUCKING MAN FOR HIMSELF!"

And with a frown, Erza realised all the other guild members were also aware of what 'code blue' happened to be too as they clambered to their feet, rushing after the dragon slayer with desperate yelps while she trailed after them in a daze, her brow furrowed in confusion.

"Meredy, what in the world is code blue? Why is everyone acting so strangely all of a sudden?" she asked once she'd caught up to her.

Meredy laughed, grabbing Erza's hand tightly before pulling her after them, gaining speed on the rest of the guild who had shot out of the hall like bullets out of one of Bisca's trusty rifles. "Jellal is baking again!" she announced happily.

"He bakes?"

"Yes! It's such a rarity though. That's why whenever he puts that apron on, we sound the alarm for code blue." She giggled, looking over her shoulder to smile amiably at Erza. "It practically turns into a civil war!"

Erza registered this new information, feeling the anxious knot in her stomach loosen and instead unfurl with a nest of butterflies.

Jellal baked.

She didn't think she could love him any more than she already did, but that proved to be untrue.

Crime Sorciere, or say in that moment, the group of excited pre-schoolers, burst through the kitchen door with ecstatic squeals, Sawyer in the lead with a triumphant sneer at having 'won the race to the real nirvana', Erik accusing Richard of squishing his foot to a pulp, while Erza and Meredy brought up the rear, peeking over Sorano's shoulders to sneak a glance at the man who was the source of all this commotion.

Standing in front of the kitchen counter with a blue apron on and cheeks powdered with flour was Jellal Fernandes. He scratched his head, flipping to the next page of the recipe book, all the while completely oblivious to the pack of hungry wolves standing behind him.

He seemed to be in a world of his own and as Erza watched him stir the contents of the mixing bowl with a lean arm, she decided she also wanted to get lost in that world of his. Desserts and Jellal Fernandes, what a heavenly world indeed.

But in the guild's case, they were here solely for the desserts part. They stood around Jellal in a semi-circle, watching with awestruck expressions as though he was stirring all of the world's greatest secrets in that mixing bowl.

Erza could have sworn a few of them were actually drooling.

Jellal turned around slowly, his hazel eyes scanning the room as though he'd only just noticed them. His eyebrows shot up. "Is there a reason you're all here?"

Sawyer sneered at him from under his nose. "Whatcha bakin' there, blue balls?"

Jellal squinted. "How did you all find out?"

"I'm sorry!" Meredy burst out, pushing past the others to smile apologetically at him. "I just saw you in your apron and had to tell someone!"

Sorano was next to leave a comment, flicking her hair over her shoulder to stick her nose in the air. "This is your one and only talent, Jellal. Why don't you make proper use of it?"

"Yeah, maybe we'd all fucking like you better if you baked more often. Ever think about that?" Erik said tauntingly, resting an arm on Jellal's shoulder to grin wolfishly at him, one pointed fang peeking out from under his lip.

Jellal shoved Erik to the side with a roll of his eyes, peppering him with flour and in return, receiving an indignant grunt from the dragon slayer. "Watch your mouth. Otherwise, Erza and I will be the only ones eating these cookies."

Richard's eyes lit up with new-formed interest as he stepped forward, almost knocking Sawyer and Meredy off their feet. "COOKIES? Such a delicacy, OH YEAH!"

"Where's Macbeth?" Sorano frowned.

Sawyer chuckled slyly. "Left him sleeping. That way there's more for us."

"I like the way you think."

"Some criminal tendencies you just can't shake, right?"

As the pair continued to conspire to keep the cookies for themselves only, Jellal stretched his arms out wide like a human barrier, shielding the cookie dough away from Meredy, Erik and Richard who had slowly begun to edge closer with wide eyes and even wider menacing smiles.

Erza stayed back, her own eyes the size of orbs as she regarded the scene in front of her. It was like something out of a horror movie, Jellal being the protagonist protecting the wellbeing of his desserts whilst the others played mindless zombies with only one goal: cookies.

And people back at Fairy Tail told her she was the one crazy over desserts. Preposterous.

Jellal let out an exasperated sigh, giving them all a flat look. "If you leave now, I may just let you lick the bowl."

"What? Do you think we're little kids?" Sorano scoffed. "Please."

"OH YEAH!" Richard bellowed, tears of happiness pooling in his eyes as he swept forward, scooping up Sorano, Meredy and the boys in one full sweep before launching himself towards the hallway, Meredy kicking, Sorano complaining about him crumpling her new feather skirt, Sawyer swearing very colourfully and Erik shaking his fists, calling back to Jellal in a raged voice about how 'he can hear his thoughts' and 'he never intended to let them lick the bowl in the first place, the bastard!'

Jellal's lips lifted up in a satisfied smirk. "And that's why Richard is my utmost favourite."

Erza laughed, strolling towards him with her arms laced behind her back. She peered over his shoulder, eyes sparkling with interest. "I didn't know you could bake."

"It's just a way to pass time." He shrugged. "Things have been quiet recently."

She edged closer to him and he watched amusedly as she eyed the mixing bowl. "Mind if I have a taste?"

"Not at all."

Erza timidly dipped a finger in the cookie dough, scooping up a dollop sprinkled with chocolate chips. She popped the mixture into her mouth, her face breaking out into an approving smile that made him laugh out loud in delight.

"What do you think?" he asked, though he knew the answer already. He could tell just by the way she was eyeing the rest of the dough that she'd liked it; her eyes always gave her away.

With a small cough, she brought her gaze up to his. "You're quite talented in the kitchen."

"He's also pretty talented in the bedroom!" Sawyer called from the hallway in a muffled voice.

"KISSASS! You think he'll give you extra cookies if you act like his fucking puppy?" Erik snapped, followed by a loud slap and clang.

Jellal rolled his eyes, turning back to the oven to hide his flaming cheeks. "And this is why I don't bake regularly."

He crouched, grabbing a mitt before opening the door to the oven, only to let a delicious aroma fill the air. Erza inhaled deeply, feeling her love for him increase to even higher heights.

"They're not done just yet," he said, turning back to her with a frown.

He blinked. He blinked again.

Erza was hunched over the mixing bowl, one hand sweeping her hair over her shoulder whilst the other held a spoon topped with a generous amount of cookie dough.

"Erza?"

She jumped, dropping the spoon with an awkward laugh, cheeks blazing. "Are—are they finished?"

"No, perhaps a few minutes more."

"Alright."

"Yes."

"That's fine. Err, are you going to check on the cookies now?"

"It's only been a minute since I last checked."

"I see…what about now?"

Jellal eyed her suspiciously. "I suppose I could take another look."

He turned away from her, ears pricking at the sound of a spoon scraping against the bottom of a bowl.

His suspicions had been confirmed.

He whipped around to see her eating more of the cookie dough.

"Erza!"

"You can't have checked already!"

Jellal sighed heavily, peeling her hands off the bowl and giving her a look that resembled an adult scolding a child. "You're almost as bad as them."

"Sorry, that was shameful."

His face softened as he shook his head fondly at her. "Don't be sorry. You can be the first to have one as soon as they're done."

She nodded and just as he said, a few agonisingly long minutes later, Jellal emerged from the oven carrying a tray of chocolate chip cookies, his cheeks pink from the heat and a smile bright on his lips as he cautiously set them on the counter. "Careful, they're hot."

She had sparred with Natsu enough times to know better than letting a little heat stop her. Nothing would stand in the way of her and those cookies.

She gingerly lifted one from the tray, blowing on it a couple of times before taking a bite—soft, melt-in-your-mouth, buttery goodness—they were amazing.

She couldn't help but take another bite, feeling as though she wasn't holding a cookie, but was holding pure unadulterated happiness in the palm of her hands. "This is heavenly."

"That's not the only thing that's heavenly—"

"SAWYER, WOULD YOU SHUT UP?" Erik's voice boomed through the walls, followed by a loud crash and an indignant yelp.

"I can see why they act the way they do," Erza said, a satisfied smile crossing her lips. She neared him, reaching up with a hand to dust his cheek. "You're covered in flour."

"Baking tends to do that." Jellal laughed, enjoying the feel of her warm hand brushing his skin.

"Hm."

"Erza?"

"I didn't know you could bake so well…" she murmured, lacing her hands around his neck to peer up at him through hooded eyes.

He said nothing as she leaned forward, closing her eyes and also closing the distance between them to gently press her lips against his.

For a second, he watched her quizzically, his heart drumming in his chest, but not a moment too soon, he allowed his eyes to close too, letting himself melt into the kiss and the feel of her body against his and the way her fingers threaded through locks of his blue hair—

But as quickly as the kiss had begun, it had come to an end.

Jellal opened his eyes, only to see that the tray of cookies had disappeared, as had the oven mitt and Erza.

He stared blankly at the kitchen door, blinking and scratching his head confusedly.

Outside, voices erupted in celebration.

"ERZA! ERZA HAS THE COOKIES!"

"BEST ADDITION TO THE GUILD EVER! LET'S SHARE IT OUT, COME ON!"

"TOGETHER, WE CAN UNITE AGAINST JELLAL!"

"THIS IS THE HAPPIEST DAY OF MY LIFE."

"Back! Back, all of you! Stay back! These are mine."

And the sound of a sword being unsheathed filled the air, the victorious cheers quickly replaced by a range of piercing screams, and well, Jellal knew all too well where that story was headed.

He shrugged, turning back to the mix to whip up a new batch of cookies, his lips still tingling with the sensation of Erza's mouth against his.

Maybe he should bake more often after all.