AU, in which things are how they are supposed to be: Swanfire is together, Hook and Neal are friends, Emma and Hook hate each other, and no one stands for those weird-ass floral shirts Emma thought was a good idea.
I guess this belongs in the “It’s Always Sunny in Storybrooke”: Emma walks in on Hookfire hanging out, during which Hook is failing at darts. Neal exasperatedly deals with the immature bickering between his girlfriend and best friend, who openly hate each other.
We're honouring Neal by naming our son after him.
I honour Neal by keeping reminders, like the keychain and the yellow bug and this photo.
I honour Neal by telling his son about him and teaching him to sail just like I once taught Neal, long ago.
I'll honour Neal by becoming a better man and here's how. I'm going to try to kill the mother of his child and make his friend my puppet for a while before killing him. Then I'll free myself from the dagger, gather all the power in the world and rule supreme as overlord of all the realm, using magic. That's what Bae would have wanted.
I am going to turn in my grave so hard you can use me as a turbine in the next power outage.