Dear Readers,

This is it, the final day of CoLu Week 2019!

After the emotional bomb that was yesterday, I did bonus day to cheer you up a bit!

I want to again thank Dragon'sHost for being so awesome and hosting this ship week. As you can see on my profile, this is the first ship week I've participated in and I really, really enjoyed it. Sticking with some of the more random prompts was super challenging, but some of the hardest ones (Grain) sparked the best ideas! I am excited to see when the next one starts.

CoLu fans… I hear you. If you liked what I've done with this ship week, watch out. I've got a few stories to finish before I do it, but CoLu is definitely on my radar for a multi-chapter.

That's all I got. I love you all, thanks for reading my random stories, and please, if you like what you've read, drop me a review. Even if you hate it, let me know so I can improve :)

Love ya!

Reminders: Desna owns the Pradesh Family. Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail. My beta reads everything I post, and she is wonderful (GoddessxNyte2).

Enjoy!

Bonus Day: Download

He felt like a spy, sneaking around his own damn house, but if Lucy was going to be ridiculous then he was going to take drastic measures.

The first thing he'd done was obtain her password, a task that he assumed would have been difficult. So several nights in a row, when she got into the bathtub he snuck off, opened up her laptop, and tried password after password, until the computer temporarily locked him out.

It was only when Lucy had returned after starting her bath one night to grab a glass of wine and a novel to read that he got caught, and how he then found out that he was an idiot. She'd caught him red-handed, and simply tilted her head to the side as she asked him what he was doing.

"I'm fucking trying to open up this damn computer so I can google a good dessert to make with the ingredients we have in this goddamn house, but it won't let me in."

Not his best excuse, nor his most eloquent line ever, but he was flustered and nervous and doing all he could in that moment to not awaken Scary Lucy.

She, instead of committing murder like he had assumed she would, just laughed, "You need the password, you dumbass! Just type in sugar bear. Capital B, hyphen between the words. And try not to burn the house down, I'll be in the bath for a while."

She ruffled his hair and made for the kitchen, seemingly deciding she needed the entire wine bottle rather than just the glass she'd already poured, and returned to the bathroom with full arms. While he sat there, pondering how he could have been so stupid to forget how trusting she was.

That little task out of the way, his next step was a thumb drive. So he traipsed his way to the store the following day, looking for a device large enough to hold the massive series of files he was trying to get from Lucy's computer. Something easier said than done.

The first drive he looked at was fine, but expensive, and while he didn't know much about electronics, he was pretty sure the item was grossly overpriced. Looking at all the other electronics around him, he noted that they all were grossly overpriced. So he promptly took his business elsewhere.

Three days and twenty-three stores later, Erik finally found what he was looking for.

The next step was a call to a little blue haired woman named Levy McGarden, setting up a time to meet that would work for both of them, at a location where they were not likely to be caught conversing. That had been the easiest step by far, but now that it was done, he had to accomplish the most difficult task.

Getting the files.

Hence why he felt like a spy in his own home, sitting in the dark, staring at a computer screen at three in the morning, begging it to hurry.

"Download, download, download…." he whispered to the computer, as if it might encourage it to work faster.

It did not.

"Goddamn it, you stupid fucking bullshit piece of machinery, download…."

The threats hadn't been any more successful.

Finally, fucking finally, the little thumb drive that could had finished downloading. He pushed that little button in the corner to safely eject the hardware, and he was home free. He was pocketing the drive when he heard her sleep-deepened voice calling out to him from the hall.

"Erik… is everything okay? What are you doing?"

He nearly jumped out of his skin, but thankfully, held it together.

"I-I was just looking for a good breakfast, yeah. Yeah. I wanted to make you breakfast in the morning, and was looking for a recipe. Can't believe you ruined the surprise, Bright Eyes!" the panic in his voice was plain as day even to him, and damn it if that didn't make him want to gouge his other eye out in humiliation.

"...Sorry, sugar," she apologized with a yawn, turning back to walk down the hall and get in bed, "didn't mean to scare you. G'night."

For the millionth time, he decided he didn't deserve anyone as fucking wonderful and trusting as Lucy Heartfilia. But he was a selfish bastard, so he wasn't going to let her go anytime soon.

"What… is this?" Lucy held a copy of a book she'd bought at the store earlier that day, staring at her husband of ten years with a question in her eyes.

"That is a book, Tink. You read them all the damn time."

Lucy rolled her eyes at him, "You fucking know what I'm talking about."

Erik looked almost sheepish, sitting on the sofa with his arms crossed over his chest almost defensively, but he didn't say anything.

"Why does this book have my name on it, Erik?"

He sighed, and looked at her, deciding to bite the bullet, "Well. You see, that would be because you wrote it."

She sat down heavily next to him and smacked him on the head with the very book they were discussing.

"I know that. Why is it somehow being sold in stores throughout Fiore? When I have no recollection of sending it to a publisher."

He stood up and started pacing, "Because it's damn good. Just like all the other ones you've written, and stored away on your computer, and claimed over and over again weren't worth shit. You looked me in the eye and told me that you weren't good enough to publish your work, and that's bullshit, so I fucking did it for you, and if that's some sort of fucking problem for y-"

He was silenced by his wife, when she stood up and hugged him tightly enough that he couldn't pull in the breath necessary for him to continue his rant.

"Thank you, sugar…"

He pulled back and kissed her happy-tear-covered face, cupping her cheek with one hand and tangling the fingers of his other hand through her beautiful blonde hair, "I told you, Bright Eyes, when I put that ring on your finger. I'll always believe in you more than you believe in yourself, and I fucking meant it."

The tears only increased as she threw herself into her husband's strong embrace once more.