FanFic Friday – The Bar Scene


In honor of this outstanding April Fool’s Day Tweet , I present “The Bar Scene” from my Once Upon A Time Fanfic, “These Dreams.” In this fic, Killian and Emma are trapped in the magical world of the Dreamscape, falling in and out of each other’s dreams, as well as the dreams of the good people of Storybrooke.

This, of course, leads to some interesting scenarios…

The music was pounding, reverberating so loudly that it was shaking the doors as Emma pushed her way inside. She’d made it part-way to the bar when a hand gripped her arm, turning her around.

“Swan?” He raised his voice to a shout in order to be heard over the music.

“Killian!” She gripped his hand, pulling him along. “C’mon – as long as we’re here, we might as well get a drink. I could use one.”

“Excellent thinking!” he agreed, smiling at the feel of her hand in his, and devilishly wondering what it would hurt if she were to get a little…tipsy. He elbowed his way into a space next to her, signalling the bartender – who happened to be Anton – to set them up for a round. Emma was just leaning in to talk to him when a familiar voice carried over a lull in the music.

“Hi beautiful. You come here often?”

Emma froze, her face a mask of comical horror as she slowly turned and faced an oblivious David.

“You don’t remember me?” she asked, eyebrows raised to her hairline.

David gave her an annoyed look. “I wasn’t talking to you, honey.” His eyes shifted to Killian, and he winked.

“Who the hell’s dream is this?” Killian thundered. Emma’s jaw dropped as she took in the bare skin and leather and sequins everywhere.

“We’re in a gay bar,” she said in disbelief.

“No kidding, sweetheart,” David said sarcastically. “When are you going to introduce me to your friend?”

“Uh…he’s not…” Emma sputtered. “He’s…”

“You’re wasting your time,” said a shirtless, oiled-up Leroy with a serious load on. He was leading a tiger on a leash, and his chest was painted in glitter. He threw a careless arm around David’s shoulders, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You know…once you go dwarf…you never go back.”

“Whose dream is this?” Killian repeated again incredulously.

“C’mon,” Emma laughed, pulling him to the door, but the door turned into a guillotine, and she never got to show him the place with the fabulous cheesecake pizza.

You can read “These Dreams” on or at Archive of Our Own (AO3)

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