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More Cute Then Deadly (For Now)

Olivia comes back from a job injured, and ends up acting like a five years old as a result.       

Manfred saw Olivia park as he exited Home Cookin’ and watched as she got out, limping, shaking and pale in the setting sun and he ran straight to her.

She was just about to fall when strong arms looped around her back and under her legs, lifting her with ease and relatively smoothly and the killer didn’t hesitate to wrap her arms around the conman’s shoulders.

“You going to patch me up?” She asked, voice a little slurred and it made a shot of dread go through him.

“No, Fiji will, I’m only good for a quick stitch job.” He replied, the blond giggled, waving her left hand before crying out in pain, bringing it back to rest against the man holding her.

The woman relaxed into his hold as she was carried to Fiji’s home/shop and wasn’t surprised when the witch suddenly opened the door, looking horrified, gesturing them in and leading them to the couch.

“What’s wrong?” Fiji asked as she began to rush around.

“Lacerations to my right leg, fractured left wrist and abdominal bruising.” Olivia reeled off even as she started to fade out, another giggle falling off her lips, drunk off pain and blood loss as her body released a hundred and one chemicals to keep her functioning.

“We need you out of those clothes.” Fiji muttered, bringing supplies over and shooting Manfred looks, completely surprised when the Gypsy easily found one of the blond’s knives and started cutting her clothes. Olivia didn’t even blink as he first cut up the middle of her top before slicing through the arms so the whole thing came off, moving back to let Fiji work her magic. (bad pun fully intended)

He gently removed her shoes and cut away her trousers that probably cost more then he wanted to think about. Checking the cuts wrapped in a make shift bandage that was soaked through, but had dried a dark red, gently peeling it away to see what looked like a wound from wire being wrapped around her calf and he felt anger swell in his chest.

Manfred sighed, knowing he wouldn’t be much use and pressed a kiss to Olivia’s forehead, seeing a grin taking over her lips, another giggle escaping and Fiji looked disturbed by it all.

It wasn’t long before he returned with one of his shirts that would reach well down Olivia’s thigh, he wouldn’t be getting that shirt back either and the wounds were all but gone, even the fracture dealt with.

Fiji got thanks from both of them as Manfred carried the killer outside and to the pawn shop where a worried Lem hovered outside in the now dark night.

“Lem!” Olivia cheered and reached one arm towards the vampire and hugged him the moment she was close enough but refused to let go of Manfred. Bobo came out and looked horrified by the way Olivia was behaving, she was like a five year old on a sugar rush.

“Come on Olivia, let’s get you to bed.” And Lem moved to take her but she whined, snuggling closer to Manfred.

“Warm.”

It took everything the Gypsy had not to laugh as he bit his lip.

“Take blood loss, add pain and throw in some exhaustion and sometimes the human body produces as many happy chemicals as it can to keep you awake and going and they can make you pretty loopy, they’re wearing off now which is why she’s getting sleepy.” Manfred explained, having seen it before in a few of his cousins, and it was true, Olivia had rested her head on his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck. Dressed in the oversized shirt she looked unbelievably cute but no one dared take a photo.

Manfred made his way inside and deposited Olivia on the bed and stayed there the rest of the night, making sure she was okay and watching with growing relief as she gained more colour eventually falling asleep besides her.

Olivia woke first, just, groaning and wanting to smoother herself with the pillow, she felt like shit and remembered every bit of how she acted the night before.

“Calm down, no one is going to hold it against you.” Manfred mumbled, pulling himself up and stretching. “Now I’m going to go get a quick shower and change before picking up breakfast, what do you want?”

Olivia sighed, feeling her self soften and told him.

The Gypsy spent the rest of the day with her and besides a few digs at how cute she was the incident wasn’t mentioned, though she did find it funny to find out just how terrified people were of her being like that.

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Levationem Doloris

On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/12027582 

On a night when the ghosts become to much Manfred asks Lemuel to take the pain away. And wakes up sharing a bed with Olivia.

According to Google Translate Levationem Doloris means Alleviation of Pain

Manfred’s head was ringing as he made his way home, everything was so loud and it felt like an overwhelming pressure was building inside his skull as the ghosts screamed and cried all around him.

A sudden spike made him double over as what sounded like a banshee’s shriek echoed through his mind to the point he didn’t even realise he’d been moved until he was inside the quieter pawn shop stairwell, Lemuel supporting him as he tried to find his legs again.

“Lem.” His voice was almost hoarse. “Can you leach physical pain?” The Gypsy leaned back against the wall, feeling the blue eyes wonder over him, considering.

Olivia was out of town and had been for a few days so no doubt the vampire was hungry, and right now Manfred would do just about anything to stop the pain he was in.

“I’d need to take blood from you also.” The dark skinned man finally spoke, voice soft, almost as if scared of saying it to loudly.

“From my shoulder?” It was both a question and an offer that was accepted when Lemuel gently curved an arm around the other’s waist, guiding him up the stairs and into the rooms the vampire shared with Olivia.

The human’s leather jacket made it’s way onto the coat rack and his shirt was hung over a chair. Manfred could feel his body tensing without his consent before a cool body slid behind him, strong arms circling his torso.

“Relax, breathe, I have you.” The deep voice sent a shiver down his spine but he did as he was told, leaning back into the vampires chest and closing his eyes, feeling the cold but soothing breath against his cheek even though they both knew the vampire didn’t need it, Manfred wondered if it was a reflex, a lingering trait of being human.

The psychic gasped, it started with a sharp stab of pain before his world faded into perfect bliss. A sweet nothingness that washed through him leaving behind euphoria. Under it all there was a weakness as the energy left him but nothing like the last time Lemuel fed from him. This wasn’t the quick and almost burning rip of energy that left him exhausted and aching, this was a slow pull that surged through his body taking everything away and leaving perfection in it’s place.

When the vampire stopped feeding Manfred started to feel again, but it was only the slight exhaustion that came with having energy syphoned in such a way, both from his mind and body, most of his weight resting on the vampire who held him as if he weighed nothing.

“Sleep.” And Manfred used his last thought to wonder if compulsion was also a real things as he gave in without a thought.

When the psychic awoke it was with a warm weight curled into his chest and from the smell of eucalyptus shampoo it was Olivia. The blond must have returned last night. He could still feel the lingering affect of the feeding, his body and, more importantly, his mind feeling lighter then he could ever remember.

Olivia stirred, probably noticing the change in his breathing patterns because she was scary like that.

“Sleep well?” She asked with a smirk.

“Did you?” He looked at when she was still in his arms making her grin a little wider. “What time did you get back?”

“About two and it is.” She pulled herself up a little to look at the clock, blinking in slight surprise. “Just gone twelve.” And she wasn’t the only one surprised, he wasn’t sure he’d ever slept that long.

“Come on, up.” Olivia poked him in the side, doing it again when he whined that he didn’t want to before finally flicking his shoulder, right over the bandaged bite mark making him yelp and finally move, grabbing the girl around the waist and tickling her without mercy as she shrieked and begged for mercy. Soon enough they were rolling around, grabbing at skin, eliciting shrieks and laughs.

“Children.” They both froze at the sound of the vampire’s voice.

“Sorry.” They muttered sheepishly, climbing off the bed slowly to get changed, Manfred finding all his other clothes by the chair so he was only dressed in his underwear. Once he was fully clothed he waited for Olivia before swinging her up onto his good shoulder, making her her hold in a yelp before he felt the movement of her body as she giggled, silently and he had to hold in his own.

The people and visitors of midnight looked at the two in pure surprise as they raced towards the dinner, lightly pushing and shoving each other, only slowing as they entered the door under the watchful glare of Madonna. As they walked into the Midnighter’s neither could stop sniggering, and it was only made worse as all present shot them looks, not that they cared, they’d never been ones for normality.

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Safety Net (Episode 9 Spoilers Riders On The Storm)

No no no. Everything in Olivia’s mind screamed as she preformed CPR.

No please! Wake up, come back! Don’t leave me!

When Joe pulled away all she wanted to do was cry and scream, run away from it all and pour her heart out but she couldn’t, because the one person she trusted with that was laying there, skin a grey pallor, eyes glassy and unseeing, heart stopped cold.

When Creek lay besides him she wanted to grab the brat by her hair, tear her away because it was Olivia’s heart that was breaking as she lost the closest thing to family she’d ever known. Oh she loved Lem and he took the pain away, but Manfred, Manfred held her through the pain, kept her close and let her move through it. He was her safety net and she needed him more then she ever wanted to admit and he’d always known that, promised he wouldn’t leave her, he couldn’t leave her.

She felt her muscles tremble, wanting to shake apart and collapse, but she’d fall and break without him close, without, without him alive.

The gasp he gave as he woke was music to her ears, she nearly sobbed but kept it all inside and when their gazes met, she felt the strength seep into her bones as she stood just a little straighter, they were still in this together and she could fall time and again, he’d still catch her.

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Chasing Away The Ghosts

When the past keep Olivia awake and Lemuel can't help her she seeks out the other person she trusts with her past. Malivia Brotp.

Manfred was surprised awake when he felt a weight settle on his bed given that Creek was out of town. Looking across he saw Olivia settled under the blankets, already settling in.

“You okay?” He mumbled.

“Hum, just need some company and Lem’s working.” She answered, her voice completely void of all emotion meaning they were really in turmoil.

“Sleep well, wake me if you need me.” She just hummed as the Gypsy fell asleep.

When he awoke again it was with the blond in his arms. Olivia looked completely peaceful and Manfred let himself relax back into the bed, thumb absently stroking over her skin, drifting in thoughts of everything and nothing until he felt the other stir.

He knew Olivia was awake but she didn’t move, seemingly content to rest there, enjoying the warmth of another human rather then the slight chill that came with a vampire.

“My step-mom liked pills, a lot, when my asshole of a father cut her off she decided to sell me out to get them, my dad was never around enough to know.” The killer paused, breathing in the conman’s scent, one that had begun to mean safety, family, a real one. “Sometimes the nightmares creep up about it, usually because of a target who was like them.” She hissed the word but still Manfred didn’t interrupt her, keeping up the soothing motion of his hand. “Normally Lemuel leeches the pain but I was so exhausted I just needed to sleep.”

Manfred pressed a kiss into her hair, hating to hear the sadness, the tears in her voice, holding her a little tighter. It was a promise and a comfort, he would keep her secret.

“And if you tell anyone about this I will gut you like a fish.” She murmured into his skin, only half serious.

“Huh, thought you would have flayed me first.”

“Normally I would but I like you.” Olivia smiled against his neck and he chuckled softly.

“If you need me I’m here.” The psychic reassured softly.

“And if Creek’s here?”

“I’ll just have to come to you.”

The blond looked up, gaze searching before she smiled, planting a kiss to his lips and snuggled back into his chest.

“Tell me about being a Gypsy.”

And he did, telling her their history, where they came from in Europe and fighting demons and ghosts, letting the blond rest as he chased away her demons as best he could.

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Assumptions Hurt

A discussion about Asexuality and what it means for a Gypsy after a girl's stupid assumptions hurt him.

Manfred was talking with Madonna, which was unusual but the woman’s aunt had just passed away, her spirit now standing over the psychic’s shoulder as he relayed the message, tears sparking in the bartenders eyes and a happy smile laying on her face, even more so when she knew her aunt had moved on.

He’d just walked out into the night air when Creek waltzed up to him, her smile seemingly fixed in place and it made him worry.

“Nice ring.” She said with a grin before her hand darted out, smacking him hard enough that his head whipped to the side and he could feel blood slowly seeping down his cheek from her nails.

“Wow, what did you do to deserve that?” Olivia sauntered closer, Lem chuckling behind her.

“She figured out I’m ace and apparently that’s enough for her to hate me.” He shrugged but knew better then to think that they missed the pain in his voice and watched as Olivia went cold and Lemuel sighed. The vampire walked into Home Cookin’ while the blond grabbed the Gypsy, dragging him to his home.

Moments after entering the small blue house he was made to sit down and a handkerchief was pressed over the cut for the brunette to hold.

Olivia didn’t talk until she started to disinfect the injury, leaving him to dwell on the hurt twisting in his chest, it wasn't anything knew, but it stung all the same, this wasn't the first time someone he cared about had reacted badly.

“Why didn’t you say you were asexual?” She wasn’t accusing, just curious as he tried not to wince at the sting of alcohol.

“I’m wearing a ring that states it to the world, they just don’t know it, besides it doesn’t affect me.” The blond made a questioning sound as she applied the healing salve Fiji made, way better then anything off the shelf. “I don’t find people attractive, doesn’t mean I can’t think they’re beautiful or that I can’t like them as more then friends.”

Manfred paused as Olivia stood, walking to the fridge and pulling out an ice pack and then a towel, wrapping them together and pressing them to his cheek. “And I still have a sex drive, it’s just easier to ignore.”

“That explains a lot really.” The blond mused. “You’re surrounded by a lot of really good looking people and not once have you given a look like you want them, should have guessed really, though the way you were watching Bobo’s ass the other day...”

They both laughed, Manny wincing as it pulled his cheek.

“Thank you.” She looked at him surprised, frowning lightly. “Not everyone let’s me explain, they either see it as something weird or just assume.” The ‘like Creek’ was left off but they both knew it was there.

“Nothing to thank me for.” She gabbed a few beers from the fridge without asking and dropped down besides him handing one over for a silent toast, neither of them talked as Olivia leaned into him, the Gypsy hugging her close. Right now they were more then content to just stay there.

In the morning Creek would apologise, but only because both Lem and Madonna had chewed the girl out. He’d forgiven her but things were a little cold between them, especially when Olivia decided that the best option for a chair was her favourite Gypsy, Manfred wasn’t going to complain.

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Cold Night

Midnighters help each other, even if it's just to make sure they don't freeze to death.

Though Midnight was basically a desert it wasn’t always warm, in fact sometimes the nights were bitter cold and tonight it had actually managed to drop close to freezing, when some idiot had manage to knock out the power for the entire town.

Olivia shivered before giving an irritated huff and yanked the blanket off the bed and yanked her boots on bundled up before making her way out of the building and to the small blue house next door which had a warm orange glow.

Manny dragged himself out of bed slowly at the sharp, impatient knocking at his door and unlocked it, stood only in his briefs thinking this better be something good.

Seeing Olivia he swore, her usual stony expression was set into a glare but what drew the reaction was the fact her lips were blue. He all but picked her up to drag her into the house and before the door had even closed he had his arms around her, their chests pressed together and he winced, she was ice cold.

The blond said nothing, just pressed her face against his chest and waited until Manfred moved. The Gypsy pulled her over to the bed, took her boots off and threw the blanket over the bed. He didn’t even blink at her black lace underwear, he just pulled her into the bed and it was a testament to how cold she was that she let him.

They stayed there for a while, the room lit by candles and a small but powerful heater connected to a car battery keeping the room at a decent temperature.

“Where’s Lem?” The brunette spoke after a while as the minute trembling that were the Olivia equivalent of shivers stopped.

“Helping with fixing the power problem, not that he’d be much help now anyway.” She breathed lightly and Manfred pulled back just enough to look her over and make sure her lips and skin had returned to a normal colour.

“Okay, goodnight.” He closed his eyes and snuggled into the pillow hearing the blond chuckle.

“Night.”

Olivia groaned as she awoke, blinking as she looked around, the heater was off, the candles blown out and the shower was running only to turn off. After a minute or two Manfred walked out half dressed and gave her a small smile as he finished dressing before placing a white shirt and black belt on the bed besides her.

“Coffee?”

“I’m good.” She pulled on the shirt and wrapped the belt around her waist, adjusting it until she was happy with it, pulling her boots back on and walking out the door without a word.

Manny never got that shirt back but he did finally get a gun when a brand new glock appeared in his house. Along with a few lessons on using it.

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http://archiveofourown.org/works/11887140 

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Just Another Day In Midnight

One of Olivia's targets comes back to haunt Midnight, and in this town it's literal.

The group was gathered in the back of the pawn shop, talking about the recent issue with something that had been causing trouble around town, mostly harmless until a brake line was cut and someone nearly drowned in their own tub.

They’d gotten nowhere and Manfred could barely think over the headache this place was giving him.

“Manfred.” He jumped as he felt a hand on his shoulder and looked to the Rev before looking around to see everyone eyeing him with concern.

“You should go home.” Joe spoke softly. “We’ll let you know if we think of anything.” He gave a small smile before leading the psychic to the door so he didn't double over with the pain.

The brunette gave a grateful smile and Joe clapped him on the shoulder before making his way back inside.

Manny stood there for a moment, just breathing as the pain slowly subsided, only moving when a car pulled up and he saw Olivia climbing out. She was wearing something pretty similar to her normal attire with a dark purple wig.

“What’s with you?” Which was Olivia’s way of asking if he was okay.

“To long inside.” And he gestured over his shoulder to the pawn shop. “Who did you kill?” Did it go well? they’d begun to develop their own code.

“Some stealing coward who deserved it.” Quick and easy, I’m fine, don’t worry.

Just as Manfred moved and reached into the back for one of her suitcases smoke appeared in the road, the dark cloud forming into a man with a noose around his neck, his eyes glowing purple.

“You little bitch!” The poltergeist roared and charged towards them with a shuriken in his hand and Manny didn’t even think, grabbing the blond and dragging her towards his house as the street lights began to flicker and the ghost took a chunk out of the stone work with his weapon.

The moment they managed to get into the small blue house it began to shake and the lights flickered but from the roars of rage the ghost was giving he couldn’t do anything else and Fiji was getting a huge thank you after this.

“What the hell is going on?” Olivia burst out.

“Something was causing trouble, at first harmless like things suddenly being moved or going missing, then it tried to kill people.” He breathed out as the air got just a little colder. “He seems to be after you. He’s a brunette, was pretty handsome, killed with a noose and holds a shuriken.”

Olivia swore, violently at that.

“He was a serial killer who got off because his high class lawyer managed to call the police procedure into question.” She explained and of course that’s the target that had to hang about and be a poltergeist.

The house shook violently and the windows imploded making both of them fall backwards, small shard of glass slicing their skin. Voices sounded from outside but the ghost was completely focused on his revenge as he started throwing everything he could at the house. It was luck that the ghost wasn’t stronger or no doubt it would have been more then just bricks coming their way as they moved towards the bedroom, away from the brunt of the storm.

Magic started to swell around them and the house, Fiji’s voice rising and the roars turned into screams before the world went quiet, the silence echoing and the ghost gone.

Fiji burst through the door, looking at them with worry before the Gypsy engulfed her in a hug.

“You have no idea how much I love you right now.” He muttered making her laugh. The brunette let go for the blond to hug the witch as well before they slowly drifted outside.

“I’m going to bed.” Olivia walked away without another word and Lem shrugged, following.

“It was an old friend of Olivia’s.” Manny explained and no one was going to question that and waved good night, the Gypsy once again glad he still had his van to sleep in for the night.

Just another day in Midnight.

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A Wolf And A Lioness (A Shifter AU)

In a world where Manfred was born a Shifter, Olivia finds her happiness by his side in the Crescent City. Please note Olivia never made it to Midnight.

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Olivia smiled from her place against the door frame, watching with smiling eyes as her husband rocked their daughter to sleep, gently crooning 'A La Nanita Nana' to the new little treasure in their lives.

Manfred looked up a little, never pausing as he saw the blond, his warm brown eyes shimmering with love and warmth in a way she never thought she’d see. Never, ever did she think she’d have a life like this, where she’d be in love, married and have an amazing child and a full, loving family.

Olivia Bathory, because that’s who she was now, had come to New Orleans for a run of the mill hit that had turned into pure chaos when it turned out the man was wendigo. She’d been saved by a vampire called Elias and brought to the clans plantation house.

She was a wreck with slashes and bites all over her body and of all people it had been Manfred that took care of her, setting her at ease when he informed the assassin he was asexual, and it scared her at the time how easily he'd realised that was what the human needed to hear.

While she recovered she had met so many members of the clan, from the little children who had yet to go through their first change to the members who had lived through the world wars and many of them had served in them. But most of all she got to know the Bathorys. Erzsebet, the strong, steady and calm presences that could tear an army apart single handedly. Caleb the royal clown who was only serious when it came to someone harming his family. Laurent, the strong and silent one who preferred to read over social interaction but would be the first to play with the little ones and then there was Lizzy. She either acted like a five year old or a sadistic bitch, a finally tuned weapon by her own design, ready to be her cousins second.

And last of all she’d come to know Manfred. The future leader of the clan, a wolf who saw ghosts and dealt with death more then any of the others. Who saw through her armour like it was air and still accepted everything underneath. Someone who could be so sweet in subtle ways but still had a sharp tongue that sarcasm rolled off.

She watched as her husband placed Xena in her crib before walking to the blond, another song falling from his lips as he took her hand, gliding them around the room to the tune, a story of a ‘changeling child’ setting a calm and haunting atmosphere and it matched them perfectly.

A wolf and a lioness, two killers that would fight to the death to protect what was theirs and together they’d make sure their daughter had the best life she could among the creatures of the night.