Congratulations everyone! We've made it to CoLu Week! Now, there's a couple things you'll need to know before we start our journey, and here, they are:

1. These prompts will all be tied in together to make one big story.

2. The prompts will be rearranged to better fit the flow of said story.

3. Some chapters may be posted late as I do have a job now, and I'm finishing things up at school. So please bear with me.

Other than that, there's nothing else you need to know...except that I'm not sure at all that I write Cobra to perfection. lol He's new for me, so forgive me if he's a little OOC. LittlePrincessNana says he's not OOC in my writing, but she loves me so she's kinda biased. lol

As always, Hiro Mashima owns Fairy Tail, not me. Sadly.

Day 1: Raspberry

Well, this was it. She was going to die.

She knew it as surely as she knew the number of sexual partners she'd had in the last year. It was all of one, which was pathetic enough all on its own, but when you considered the 9 month long dry spell she was currently living through, the depth of her pathetic state became that much clearer.

And still, that wasn't the most pitiful thing about her life right now.

No, the real tragedy was the fact that she was in fact probably only minutes away from making that dry spell permanent. It really was cause for alarm, but after lying on the soft, forest floor for a solid minute – or was it two – Lucy was finding it difficult to dredge up the necessary energy to actually freak out.

She was fairly certain it had something to do with the dart hanging out of her neck. Then again, she could be wrong. Maybe she'd actually lost her mind. Or maybe she was dreaming.

Was that possible?

Could she have dreamed up this whole mission? The nasty little bushy-faced man hiding in the forest, plundering jewelry from the carriages passing by? Could she have even dreamed up the poisoned dart he'd shot at her?

And the paralysis?

She paused at that as her stomach rumbled and suddenly found herself wondering, if she had dreamed all this up in her head, why on earth she hadn't dreamed herself up some lunch too.

She hated being hungry, but never more than when she couldn't actually physically eat something. Then again, that had never happened before. Still, she decided, it was fucking annoying, especially since, even if she had hands that worked – or a mouth for that matter – she didn't actually have any food with her.

A low whine began in her throat, and Lucy nearly cheered when the sound finally pushed its way past her barely parted lips. She hadn't actually been sure she could make sounds anymore.

Too bad no one else was there to hear it and celebrate with her. Or save her, for that matter. Mustn't forget she was dying.

Or maybe she was just paralyzed forever.

That would really suck. Who would dress her? Her mind instantly went to Erza and the swan dress she so proudly displayed in her room, and suddenly Lucy wanted to cry. Her friends wouldn't be that cruel, right?

Levy might take pity on her, but the poor girl was so much tinier than Lucy was herself. How on earth would she be able to maneuver such a thing? And she wasn't even going to get into the whole bathing thing.

At the very least, she could count on her guildmates to feed her, right? That is, if she didn't die out here first.

From across the quiet clearing, Lucy heard a crunch, and she found herself trying to move her head to see what was there. Only her body didn't want to respond. It could have been a bear. A wolf. A dinosaur! But how the hell would she know?

Maybe it was a nice grandma bringing her a basket of treats. Mmm...treats. Maybe brownies. Or cookies. Or...oh what if it was cupcakes?!

The sounds came ever closer, close enough for Lucy to hear the individual steps. And then, a head moved into her path of vision, and Lucy laughed.

Well, she grunted, but to her mind, it totally counted!

And yay, it was a person!

"What the hell..."

The person leaned in, and finally Lucy was able to make out their features. It took her a moment to place the single eye and maroon colored hair, but once she did, she tried to call his name.

Cobra!

….Of course, her lips refused to say it.

Stupid lips.

Didn't they understand the importance of greeting someone when they arrived? Especially someone who might save her life?!

She tried again, but once more, the only sound she could produce was a grunt. Stupid tongue was being stupid too.

Oh well, at least Cobra could tell her team she died. Of course, that didn't make her feel as good as she'd anticipated it would. After all, who wanted to die like this?

The man above her dipped his head where she could see him and huffed, "You're not gonna die."

Well, that was good news. Unless she was going to be paralyzed for life. Considering it would be Fairy Tail taking care of her, that might not be a good thing either. Mira would treat her like a doll, dressing her up in frilly dresses and moving her body around as if her limbs were attached to strings.

Oh Mavis, this was going to be bad. Maybe Cobra would just spare her the agony and kill her himself.

Cobra burst out laughing at that, then shook his head. "You're not gonna be paralyzed either. And I'm not killing your ass. Now shut up and let me work."

Lucy thought about that for a second, really thought about it, and decided that this Cobra might not be so bright. Cause she couldn't actually say anything. Cause you know...she was paralyzed, and that meant she couldn't talk.

So how could she now shut up when she hadn't been talking in the first place?

"Oh for God's sake..." He muttered before reaching across to the dart in her neck. He pulled it out, then held it up and licked it.

Ewwww...

Lucy blanched, or she might have...if she could. It was a little impossible at the moment seeing how she couldn't move her face and all. Still, she could at least be grossed out, and she was...

...Except now she was hungry again.

She wondered if he brought her any food. She'd take just about anything at this point. Well, maybe not anything. She did have standards.

Cobra laughed. "And just how the fuck do you intend to eat it?"

It? He said it. Did that mean he actually had something with him? Oh, how she wished she could move!

"No, I don't have a fucking thing to feed you, not that you could do anything with it if I did." He bent down, his face closer than she expected. "Now, sit still like a good fucking girl so I can suck the poison out. Okay?"

She supposed he meant that literally...like he was literally going to suck the poison out of her body, but all Lucy could think was how dirty it sounded.

Sit still like a good fucking girl...

Oh she could be a very good girl when she wanted to be. Like when she really wanted something...like food. Or sex. She was a very good girl when it came to sex. She vaguely heard a choking sound above her, and she wished she could see his face so she'd know if he was dying too. And how would that look? Her dead on the ground and him dead on top of her. He'd look like a zombie pervert going after her cookies!

Oh cookies...where's a cookie when she needed one?

"The shit you think about..." Cobra coughed. Well, it might have been a cough or it might have been a laugh. Lucy wasn't sure because well, she couldn't see him. And guys were weird.

He finally moved into her vision, and Lucy remembered what he was supposed to be doing. But how was he going to suck the poison out? Was he going to put his mouth on her neck and suck? Oh, maybe it would be like a hickey. She liked hickeys...well, sometimes. She knew she wasn't supposed to like them. They looked bad afterward, but they felt soooo good during. Was Cobra going to do it like that?

Her heart skipped a beat as he snickered and leaned in close. "Nope. Not even close."

His mouth dropped over hers a second later, and she could feel him softly inhaling against her parted lips. It was so not what she was expecting, and yet, it didn't really bother her.

Then again, nothing really bothered her right now. Well, nothing except her stomach. That was driving her nuts. At this point, she was fairly certain she'd kill someone for a piece of fruit. Mmm...yeah, maybe a peach. No, too messy with her mouth all fucked up like this. She'd never get it down her throat.

"That's what she said." Cobra pulled back with a laugh.

Good one...

Lucy watched his face as he moved over her again and found herself studying his lips as they descended. They were strangely red. Well, not exactly red. At least not the deep sort of red you'd see in a fire. It was more like...food.

Yeah, she hummed as Cobra burst out laughing again. Yeah, it looked like he'd rubbed a bright red raspberry all over his lips...

They looked so good. She loved raspberries, almost as much as she loved chocolate. They were tart and sweet and juicy. Were Cobra's lips were juicy like that?

Could lips even be juicy?

Lucy thought back to the men she'd kissed in the past and found herself scrutinizing each. It was a pathetically short list with the number just barely topping her sex list, and it depressed her marginally to think it might end there.

What if she never got another chance to kiss someone again? What if she died before finding out if lips could be juicy? If she died today, there would be no more sex. There'd be no more anything.

This couldn't be it! She couldn't die with a musty crotch!

Cobra coughed above her...probably choking on a piece of food he was hoarding from her, the bastard. But Lucy couldn't worry about that right now. She had bigger problems to think about.

Like the dust bunnies in her hoohah!

Feeling defeated, Lucy whined. She just wanted a kiss – one more toe-curling kiss. A really great one with lots of tongue. Well, maybe not lots. She didn't wanna choke, after all...or drown. In her mind, she could she see that old boyfriend, the one who'd always given her such horrible kisses. His tongue had been like a propeller in her mouth...like a propeller with an endless supply of saliva.

Ugh...she hated messy kisses like that. Messy downstairs kisses were great. Her panties could handle the tsunami from that. But regular kisses? Nope, they required a perfect balance of wet tongue.

"What the fuck," Cobra howled, shaking his head as he hovered above her. "You've gotta stop or I'm never gonna get the poison out of you."

Lucy watched him lean in again, his raspberry-colored lips moving back to their place over hers, and she couldn't help but think this whole thing gave new meaning to sucking face.

She felt Cobra shake against her, but he stayed resolutely above her, his lips still sealed perfectly over her own. She wondered what would happen if he didn't get it all, if he missed even a tiny bit.

The man lifted his head a fraction of an inch, too close for Lucy to really see his expression, and mumbled, "You die."

She thought about that for a second - about him essentially kissing her to suck out the poison, him failing, her dying - and found herself wanting to laugh. It would be an actual kiss of death. She supposed that wouldn't be too bad. If she had to go, it wasn't the worst way to kick the bucket.

Cobra sat back with a bark of laughter, past her line of sight, and groaned. "I cannot save your fucking life if you keep that shit up!"

She wasn't entirely sure what he was talking about. What the hell had she done to prevent him from saving her life? She couldn't even move!

His head appeared above her almost immediately, his face exasperated but...amused? "You think too damn much!"

She peered up at him and wondered how she was supposed to help that? All she could do was think.

"Just...stop doing it!"

But...she couldn't. Could she? Well, it was her brain, so shouldn't she be able to tell it to stop? Then again, her brain was what controlled everything in her body, even her breathing, so wouldn't that mean that she couldn't tell her brain what to do? It was all so confusing!

"Stop!"

She tried. She really did, but every time he said something, his lips moved. And then her brain did stuff. It wasn't her fault. Really, it wasn't. It was his. After all, he was the only one talking. She hadn't made a peep!

He was the one talking and laughing and moving his lips all over the place and making her think of things. So actually, he was the one that needed to stop!

"I swear," Cobra griped, a glare fighting with a smile on his face. "You're pain in the ass."

She'd heard that before...but where?

"Don't even start," he warned, trying once more to cover her mouth with his own.

Once more, she tried to do as he asked, tried to keep her mind empty, but just as she thought – completely without thinking, of course – that she'd gotten a handle on it, she felt a breeze go by. It felt nice, cool, refreshing.

There was only one problem. She felt it somewhere she shouldn't have.

Her breast. Her left breast...or was it the right?

Was her boob hanging out?

Was that why she felt that breeze against the soft skin there?

Slightly panicked, Lucy waited for another slight gust to come by to confirm her fears, and when it did, she nearly had a mental break.

Holy shit, her boob was out!

She was paralyzed, laying out in the open with a man she barely knew practically on top of her, sucking shit out of her, and now, her damn boob was HANGING OUT!

Cobra fell back with a pained laugh.

Did it at least look good?

"Okay, that's it." He sighed, giving her a critical eye that was wildly diminished by the grin fighting its way onto his face. "You asked for it."

She couldn't help wondering what she'd asked for. Was it food? Cause she knew she'd asked for food. Well, in her head anyway. And did that actually count?

"And that's exactly what I'm talking about! You think too damn much for me to get this done. Now, you get to sleep."

Sleep? Why did he want her to sleep? Did she want to sleep? She wondered if that would be like dying, cause she was pretty sure she was dying. Or she might be if Cobra didn't start sucking a little faster. That's what she said. Still, she didn't want to go to sleep!

Lucy looked up at him, an apology in her mind, but Cobra just shook his head and waved. "Night night Blondie."

She had no idea what he did, but suddenly, the edges of her vision were blurring. Things were going dark. It wasn't completely unpleasant, but she couldn't help but think there was something important she was forgetting. And then, it came to her, just as the light faded away.

Giving one final shout within her mind, she issued a command:

Don't look at my boob!

That one was actually loads of fun to write. My mind actually does make bizarre connections during conversations, but like most semi-sane people, I usually keep the majority of it to myself. lol Lucy however, doesn't have this option with Cobra around, which makes for all sorts of hilarity.

Anyway, for those of you wanting to know, my story will follow the prompts in this order:

Raspberry

Energy

Colour

Online

Answers

Excuses

Eternity

Aurora