A/N: So, my laptop died and I had to recover stuff and I couldn't get my prompts back! I need you to send more in if you want more of this fic, I will literally take anything.
Marinette is in a bar for a college assignment, so they're aged up to legally get into the bar. That's all.
Prompt: "one person is a bar and someone is hitting on them so the other person rescues them." -tumblr anon
Anything for you, cutie!
~Enjoy!
Marinette really just wanted to get this assignment done. She hated it, and hated the location her evil design teacher had given her.
Marinette was about to call it quits, just going to design a cocktail dress with flannel and call it a night, then a man slide over to sit next to her at the bar. He was taller than Marinette by at least a head and a half, and at least twice her age. His clothes hung loosely to his thick frame, hinting that he had once been thicker than he was, but not as muscular.
"Well hello there, gorgeous, what brings a little lady like you down here?" His voice oozed with sickening sweetness. His eyes glinted with a sort of fire, a hungry and powerful fire. Marinette shivered as she met his eyes, nothing about this man seemed friendly.
Marinette caught a whiff of his breath and took a double take, it smelled just like the bar she was sitting at, like week old booze that had been left in the heat too long.
Marinette decided to just play it safe, and she put up her guard in her response, "I'm just doing some homework, but I've finished, so I'm heading out."
Marinette closed her sketchbook and rose to her feet. She tried to sneak past the man, but he wouldn't have it, his hand snatching her wrist and pulling her close.
"Not so fast, sweetness," his voice was heavier, harsher as he pulled Marinette closer to himself, whispering in her ear, "I have a problem, and you're gonna fi-"
"Ah, Marinette, my princess, I was about to send the search parties for you!" The man and Marinette both turned shocked expressions to the new comer, a boy about Marinette's age wearing a skin tight leather leotard with a cat theme.
"Chat Noir..." Marinette's voice was tense, she had no idea what the boy was thinking, and she was going to make sure he knew that.
"See, Marinette and I were meeting up for some important business, but I couldn't find her, so then I got worried. But you, my good sir, you have found my princess." Chat chuckled, dropping a heavy hand on the man's shoulder, discreetly digging his claws into the man's shoulder.
"Aw geez! What's your problem, pussycat?" He sneered, letting going of Marinette's wrist to wave away Chat's hand that was about to break skin with his razor sharp claws.
The man turned his glare from Chat Noir to Marinette, who was doing her best to not faint, she was so relieved to not have to fight her way out.
"Are you with this guy?" He jabbed his thumb angrily at Chat Noir, who gave Marinette a wink and a nod, letting her know that he was on her side.
Marinette gave a nod to the man before she shifted over to stand next to Chat Noir, "yes, I am here with Chat Noir, let if you'll excuse us, we've got some important business to discuss." She took his hand for extra measure before she led the superhero out onto the bustling Parisian night.
"Well, that was fun!" Chat laughed, bouncing on his toes when Marinette dragged him into an alley.
He took one look at the small girl, and instantly knew this was no laughing matter. Her eyes were livid, her posture stiff and rigid like a wall.
"Chat, what the heck were you thinking?! You transformed and then went into a bar!" She tugged at her pigtails, letting out an angry growl before pushing in front of the stunned silent hero.
"Just think if it had gotten violent, huh, what if a reporter saw you? You're lucky Alya wasn't there or this little scene would be all over the LadyBlog!"
Chat's head was spinning, first she was thankful to see him, then she had held his hand and now she was yelling at him, Marinette was a confusing girl.
"Marinette, calm down, no one saw me enter the bar as Chat Noir... how did you know about the transformation?"
Chat managed to make Marinette completely shut up with one question. Marinette stopped her pacing and stared wide eyed at the boy clad in black. She had been her cover chastising him about being careful with his identity. Great.
"I-I... uh, lucky guess?" She smiled unsure of herself and the boy that stood before her.
Chat began to laugh, causing Marinette to huff and cross her arms stubbornly, "and what's that supposed to mean, kitty?"
"N-nothing! I just always assumed you were Ladybug, but I didn't think a small slip would be the thing you used to tell me!" Chat was doubled over with howling laughter, like this situation wasn't jarring at all for Marinette.
"Whatever, now you know... is this, um, is it okay that's it's just me?" Marinette asked slowly, Chat looked into her eyes and saw that she made her whole self vulnerable with this question.
With a nod, Chat answered her, "only if it's okay that this is me." With that, he released his transformation, giving his trust to his lady.
