•Miss Peregrines Peculiar children Oneshots•

Protective

Y/n and Alma decided that it would be nice to get out for a bit and maybe go to a bar for a quick, small drink.

Obviously you two weren't planning on staying long so they both thought it wasn't a bad idea.

They went over the rules to the children and after a long series of the children fighting over who is more responsible, she left Emma and Bronwyn in charge.

Alma took them to the one bar she has been in once one time since it is the only place she has actually been in once.

As you and Alma make their way to the bar table, y/n feels a pair of arms reach on their waist and yank them back.

They let out a little gasp from the movement and shortly smelled the man behind her who reaked of alcohol.

Well, I know who's drunk...

Y/n looks up at the man who -just like she thought- was drunk.

"Sir, could you please release me?" Y/n asks politely, trying not to be too rude.

"Now what's a pretty lady like yourself doing out here?" He replies, ignoring her question.

"Sir, let me go." You reply firmly.

Y/n looks around for Alma. Not expecting her to save her, only hoping that she wasn't dealing with the same problem. After all, she was her Alma and if anyone touches her they are dead.

"Why?" He says, his breath reaking of alcohol fumes. "I can show you a real fun time, y'know."

You were internally panicking but trying to remain calm. You spotted Alma finally up at the bar stand ordering the drinks.

Okay, I need to figure out how to get away.

Y/n looks around for something to use until they felt a hand on her, yanking her away from the man.

Oh thank goodness.

Y/n turned around to thank the person who helped her only to see Alma.

"Stay away from her." She says, the most stern you have ever seen her.

"Y'know, I could work with two gals, what's the harm?" He says as he reaches for her but she merely slaps his hand away.

"That is not how you treat anyone." She says.

"I'm just trying to be a gentleman. Y'know?" He says reaching for you again.

She locks his hand tight midway and glares at him.

"Sir, you wouldn't know anything about being a gentleman even if it slapped you across the face." She says and he glances at her.

"Want me to demonstrate?" She says and raises her hand.

Y/n knew she wouldn't, she was just making herself seem intimidating.

He flinched at the raise of her hand and shortly went off to the bar again.

After he leaves, y/n didn't realize the tiny marks he left on her waist from him grabbing her. She merely shrugged it off.

Alma checks you over and takes a moment looking into your eyes with concern.

"Hun, I'm fine." You say with a warm smile.

"I know, love. I just worry." She says. "Would it be best to leave?"

You nod and you both make your way out of the bar, waiting to see the children at home and (hope) that they haven't came up with any crazy schemes.