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A/N: I'm new to ff but I have fics uploaded on AO3, so if I make any obvious mistakes please do let me know. This is my entry for 2017 SwanQueen supernova. It's complete and I'll be posting a new chapter every day (or couple of days - time dependent). It diverges during season 6. Hook is involved in the story, but I tried to get rid of him as quickly as possible. Trigger warnings for hints of domestic abuse and mild violence. Nothing too bad though. It's rather angsty and a slow burn, but I do promise a 'happy ending!' I do hope you enjoy and please do let me know what you think!

It had become easier to lean into Hook's side and stay quiet. If she complied it made everyone happy and if the people she loved were happy, then so was she. It was all that mattered, because if the visions were to become a reality, her happiness should be at the bottom of the pile, anyway.

"Perhaps we could have it at Granny's," Snow said, smiling with a twinkle in her eyes, "we've had so many important moments there, why not add this one too?"

Emma smiled at her mother, whilst everyone turned to face her with a frown. They had crammed into the kitchen at her parent's loft, with the intention of deciding where their wedding should take place. It seemed to be becoming more about everyone else than it did about them. Or more to the point, about Hook, because this wedding was never about her to begin with.

David squeezed Snow's shoulders from behind, "I don't know, Granny's isn't really fit for a princess. Perhaps we could use town hall." Emma once again smiled at the princess comment, because David meant well. His hopes and dreams about raising a princess had been shattered due to their separation. It felt right to give him something back.

"Town hall?" Hook looked between Emma's parents as if they had gone mad, "it's hardly ideal for a wedding, it's a bit…plain, don't you think?" With one hand already on his chest, Emma glanced up to him and smiled yet again, to which she received a peck on the lips. One which would've been more than a peck on the lips if she hadn't gently pushed his chest and tipped her head to where her son was sat, perched on a stool.

"Maybe we could ask mom." He shrugged as if that were an obvious solution. Emma's stomach clenched, she opened her mouth, but then shut it just as quickly. Her absence was noticeable, only if she thought hard enough about it.

"You mean at the mansion?" Snow looked to her grandson and tipped her head, considering the thought.

"No, I…I wouldn't want to. It's Regina's home. I wouldn't want to put her on the spot." Or see eyes which flicker as if something had shattered inside. The engagement had been bad enough, she wouldn't want memories of her wedding etched into the place Regina had to sleep at night.

"I agree with the lass." Hook pulled her closer. Emma went back to smiling and stayed silent. "Why don't we have it on the jolly roger? It has enough room for everyone and it's the perfect place to start our life together."

The room hummed in response, perhaps it wasn't the best of ideas, but if it was what Hook wanted, then she wasn't about to disagree. Getting into a fight she had no idea how to win was far too much hassle. "I love you," she said, voice almost hoarse, but Snow 'awed' and clasped both hands over her heart and if seeing her mother proud wasn't enough, Emma didn't know what would be.

"Love you too, Swan." He was back to kissing her, not that she particularly cared for it. She supposed it wasn't bad, but it never seemed to elicit the same responses within her that it did in her fiancé…or any man she had been with. Emma had learnt to moan and hum at the right times, drawing it out for long enough for him to enjoy. There was a part of her which had hoped it would alter over time, but she simply guessed it was like this for everyone.

She pulled away, not looking to any other member of her family as tingles ran up her left arm.

"Just need to use the bathroom." One more peck before she headed to the bathroom, smile faltering as soon as she had turned around.

The door opened and slammed shut. Her body slumped against it. The vision hit in an instant, a hooded figure swirling in front of her eyes, with a sword which would one day take her life. It had never advanced for her to see who was under the hood.

Her left arm hung like a dead weight as the vision came to an end. Her breathing shallowed and the moment it had fully passed and the trembles which had ran through her body faded, she let her head drop to the door was a slight bang. Wincing, she hoped no one had heard.

It would be some time before the dizziness faded and her chest would loosen. Slowly, she made her way to the sink and ran the water to buy a few more seconds. She gulped in air as if it were in short supply, a headache piercing right between her eyes. The energy continued to drain out of her, drop by drop and Emma could feel it leaving her with each vision she had to endure.

As usual, she suffered in silence, not wanting to worry her family more than they already were. They had become aware of the visions, but it didn't mean Emma had to inform them of their growing consistency.

Hands gripped onto the edge of the sink and she glared back at herself in the mirror.

"You're the saviour," she said, turned off the water, perfected her smile then pushed any lasting effects of the vision to the back of her mind.

Then she returned to her family as if nothing had happened at all.

The arm draped over her shoulder was too heavy, coupled with how she had been trapped between his body and the wall, Emma felt a wave of initial panic set in. One she pushed out with a deep breath as she relaxed a head onto his shoulder. They'd decided on a quiet lunch at granny's and although Emma was glad to be out of the house and around other people, he had directed her to the far booth.

"What can I get you both?" Granny peered over her glasses, flipped open her notebook and waited. Emma opened her mouth to order, when Hook dug his fingers into her shoulder. She closed her mouth and let him take the lead.

"I'll have an omelette with a side of fries and a grilled cheese for the fiancé." He tugged her closer and she smiled at granny and nodded as if to confirm. She hadn't needed to; Granny had already scribbled down the order. Emma's mouth opened then shut when Granny turned around. She didn't need a milkshake anyway.

Not knowing what else to do, Emma reached her head up to press their lips together. "You know me so well," she said and pulled back, Hook looking to her with a dazzling smile. She leant her head back down and sighed, cuddling into his warmth. It wasn't like she had much of a choice either way.

"Ah," Hook said, after he had spotted Emma's parents entering the diner, "there goes our Saturday alone."

Emma flinched. She'd promised him they would spend the weekend together. The weekend beforehand had been Henry's weekend, same as the following. The weekends in between were supposed to be for the two of them to have some alone time.

"I'll make it up to you." She pressed their lips together again and pulled back as her parents reached the booth. Snow stood for a moment, Neal on her hip and smiled down at the couple as if she were laying eyes on love for the first time. Emma wanted to squirm under her gaze, but pressed herself closer to him.

"Look at you two." She sighed, placing Neal in the highchair David had brought over then slid into the booth opposite, "I've never seen you more in love."

Emma was back to smiling and she reached up to grip onto Hook's hand-

"Ay," he nodded and squeezed Emma's hand back, "don't think I've ever been this in love."

"As much as this wasn't what I imagined, I'm so happy you found your true love." Snow wasn't fazed by Emma's eyes hollowing out.

"I suppose we'll be saying husband in a few weeks." David sat opposite Snow now he had strapped Neal into the highchair and given him a few soft toys to play with. Emma relaxed, never having imagined she would have a husband by her side, but it was better than the other phrase.

Granny was back over, took her parents orders and then began to coo over her little brother. "Perhaps that one over there might give you niece or a nephew," she said, glancing over her shoulder at the couple.

"What do you say, Swan?" Hook was looking between them and perhaps having children with him hadn't entered her mind, but he already has a nephew, was the first thing that did.

She chuckled, a sound which sounded foreign to her own ears and snuggled closely. "Maybe one day-" she smiled between Hook, Granny and her parents, feeling her eyes sting. That day might not even come, not that anyone seemed to remember what had been happening to her recently.

Granny left and when she looked up to her parents, they were both smiling brightly. It was all smiles with them, with her and she was almost too tired to keep up the façade. Almost. Then granny was back and Emma hadn't participated in the discussion happening around her, no one seeming to notice how all she did was cling onto Hook, because if she didn't, there was a feeling she would crumble to the ground.

"One grilled cheese," she announced and put the plate in front of Emma. Hook made a show of removing his arm and Emma sighed. Hook got his food and Granny left again, the diner always busy.

"Oh, my, god," she grumbled as the delicious food filled her mouth, "tastes so good." Emma couldn't remember the last time she had had one of her favourite foods, but the moment she did it felt as if she transformed back to the woman who had first appeared in town and would spend far too much time in here, stuffing down grilled cheeses whilst having secret meet-ups with her son.

There was some guilt over that time once she had realised Regina would give her life for Henry, but that time was difficult and messy and there was too much in Emma's head for her to be able to think about anything other than the cheese.

The tasty treat was gone, but without the milkshake to fill her up, Emma gave Hook a wink and began to delve into his fries.

"Be careful, love, or you won't fit into your dress." The fries was half way into her mouth. She dropped it onto the plate, grabbed a napkin and wiped her mouth.

"Oh, she doesn't have to worry about any of that." Snow waved the accusation away and Emma was back to smiling and leaning into Hook's side. Perhaps it was a joke, but whenever Regina had commented on her poor food choices, throwing child in for good measure, it had never once hurt.

Without warning, Emma yelped as pain shot up her arm. It fell to the table, fingers curling inwards and arm shaking. Her attempts at stopping it, by holding it down with her other hand failed. All the while a hooded figure returned in front of her eyes and gutted her again. By the time she came back to, panting with a bead of sweat running down her back, three pairs of eyes were on her. Neal continued to play without a fuss.

"I'm fine," she pushed out, knowing if she didn't say something they would worry, "just a vision." The pain hadn't been that intense before, but she didn't feel the need to share.

"As long as you make it to our wedding day." Hook moved his arm so it was wrapped around her shoulders once more and Emma leant into him, unable to do anything else. Her parents didn't seem as convinced, but the sight of them cuddling had them relaxing for some reason Emma didn't understand.

Emma swallowed and nodded, not wanting to make a fuss about the pounding in her ears and the way her head spun. She closed her eyes and hummed, because she would make this wedding; after she'd dragged him back from hell, if all he wanted was a wedding then she would walk down that aisle. It was the least he deserved. What she wanted didn't come close to being a deciding factor.

As the phone rang, Emma curled herself up on one side of the couch. Her gut clenched, but she paid no attention to it. Her eyes did flicker, however, to the shadow in the corner of the room. Hook was stood behind the door and Emma didn't know if he had planned to hide or if his presence being known was intentional. It still sent a shiver down her spine.

"Emma?"

"Hi," she said, a shy smile appearing until the dread forced its way back into the pit of her stomach. Her version of making things up to him would've involved a nice dinner on the jolly roger, not an evening in where she had to cancel on the only thing she looked forwards to.

"Is everything okay? I was getting worried, you're usually here by now."

"Yeah, I'm alright…not really feeling myself right now." Green eyes flickered back to Hook. She was supposed to be telling her she would be spending the evening with her fiancé, but now the time had come she couldn't do it to either of them. "I'm not coming tonight," she mumbled, a well building behind her eyes which she hadn't expected. Emma regretted this call already.

"Emma, hey," she said softly, "if you're not feeling well and need some time to rest, don't worry about it, ok? Henry will be here when you're feeling better."

"And you," she whispered, the words slipping out now she felt vulnerable and in need of reassurance.

Regina sighed down the phone, a small smile Emma could imagine accompanying the sound. "And me. I'll be here."

"Okay," she said, voice sounding small even to her own ears.

"How have you been, Emma? Have you been having any more visions?" Emma paused, part of her wanted to confess at how bad they have become. She had one two nights ago and ended up sleeping for nearly an hour afterwards. Hook was still stood in the doorway and the last thing she needed to do was make things worse for herself. He would be micromanaging her life if he were to find out the severity. It made the decision for her.

"Just a little bit of flashes and shaking, but other than that I've had nothing." A tiny bit of guilt flared. Regina had been the only person constantly on at her to fight. She'd been the only person who has told her she could.

"Is everything else alright? Anything I can do to help?" There was a sound of urgency in Regina's voice which had Emma biting her lip. Come get me and take me away. She closed her eyes and pushed up a smile, even if Regina couldn't see. She was the saviour, if this was the price to give others happiness, then she'd pay it. She'd certainly come a long way from the woman who wouldn't believe.

"Yeah…no…I'm okay. I'm in work tomorrow, so…erm, I'll see you, soon, I guess." The tightness in her throat became more apparent with every word she spoke. Family meals were a recent occurrence, one which usually meant Emma wouldn't let anything get in the way of her Monday evenings. Until now, when all she felt was loss.

"Emma, talk to me, what's wrong darling?" If that didn't want to make Emma cry and curl into herself until the earth swallowed her whole, she didn't know what would. Or curl up into the softness of Regina's voice; the only one who seemed to care.

"Nothing."

There was silence for a moment, but then Regina sighed and let whatever was bothering her about Emma's tone, drop. "Will you be having Henry this weekend?"

"Of course, he's always welcome and I'll be fine by then," she said, noting how Hook had moved and was making his way to the couch. He sat down slowly and she gave him a tight smile before directing her attention back to the conversation with Regina.

"I'm glad, Emma and he will be too. He actually turned down an invite off Violet this weekend in favour of being with you."

"He did?" Emma frowned, knowing it hadn't been the first time. "Is everything alright with him? I thought he really liked Violet."

"I'm not sure, if I'm being honest. I've tried talking to him about it, but he clams up and says everything is fine. Sounds familiar," she said, voice mocking down the phone, "I don't know the last time he saw her, apart from during the school day."

"Do you think we should talk to him?" Emma had noticed something was off when it came to her son and his girlfriend, but couldn't say what it was. It made her feel awful, knowing she couldn't be there for him now.

"Yes, we'll find some time soon. Perhaps next week, let's see how things go." Emma gripped tighter onto the phone, knowing the conversation was about to end. Hook squeezed a hand above her knee. She twisted her head and smiled through tears. If he'd noticed, he didn't say a word.

"Okay. Goodnight, Regina." As much as she might have wanted to keep talking, there was nothing left to say.

"Goodnight, Emma. I hope you feel better soon."

"Thanks," Emma muttered, not ready to hang up. The line stayed connected for a few seconds, both waiting for the other to say something. Then it clicked off, Emma felt her heart shatter for reasons she didn't know and leant into Hook's side for the only comfort which was available. He flung his arm around her shoulder, the hook dangling by her neck and tugged her closer.

"Now I've gotten you all to myself." He wiggled his eyebrows and smirked before he leant in for a kiss. It took a moment for her to kiss him back, deciding to forgo any plans for dinner and a movie, knowing he would usually pass out afterwards and be out for the night. That way, she might even get a few hours to herself.

Emma had been right; the light snoring came from their bedroom as Emma stepped out of the shower. She always took one, no matter how many times he had tried to pull her in for cuddles. There was no way she could sleep unless she cleaned up and by the time she was out, it usually meant he was asleep.

After dressing, she made her way downstairs and made herself a cup of hot chocolate, a sprinkle of cinnamon added to the top. As she went to grab for it, each finger clenched and curled in on itself. She jerked from the pain, knocking the mug onto the floor. It smashed and the contents spilled over the ground and onto Emma's foot. She was wincing, but only acutely aware of the burning pain. All her focus was on the hooded figure who spun with speed and precision.

The sword swung through the air as she ducked out of the way, the pain rearing to life as she remained rooted in the kitchen. Her arm trembled and hand shook as she tried to lift it, as if she were shielding herself from the impending blow. As usual, the vision saw her disarmed, so she squeezed her eyes and crouched, even though no one was there.

The vision passed and her head spun, stars flashing in front of her eyes once she had opened them. When she did, the numbness in her arm began to fade and the pain in her foot became more apparent. Looking down she saw the red burn scolding the bottom of her foot, just above her toes. With a wave of her hand…nothing. She tried again.

Flinching, she stood and grabbed a towel, ran it under the cold tap before placing it firmly over the burn. Tears pricked her eyes and not because of the pain. Removing the towel, she once again called for her magic, for a small fizzle to appear out of her fingers. She placed the towel back, wrapping it in place around her foot.

After hobbling around and cleaning up the mess by hand, Emma found her phone and curled back up in the same position as earlier. It was a little after eleven, not that late if the extension of the family meals were anything to go by. She dialed the one person she desperately wanted to talk to and held the phone to her ear.

It took a few rings before Regina answered, "Emma, is everything alright?"

Emma's mouth hung open. It stayed that way then she swallowed, "yeah, sorry, I hit the call button by accident." Her entire face scrunched at the lie and she flung her other arm down so the side of her fist pounded on the couch.

"Oh, okay, well, goodnight then, Emma." Regina seemed hesitant, so Emma waited a few beats to see if she would fill in the silence. Willing her to do so. Willing her to say nothing at all. When those few moments had passed and Regina hadn't said a word, Emma sighed.

"Night, Gina," she said, ended the call and flung the phone. Her head fell backwards onto the couch, chin trembling as she curled her knees upwards. She was happy. She was, anyone would be affected if they saw their death on repeat.

Emma repeated it to herself over and over, until she lay curled, a blanket which had been left on the couch draped over her body, an arm used as a cushion. Tired was an understatement. If she had told Regina, she would've insisted she begin to fight, but with no energy left. Emma returned to her state of thinking.

Give Hook his happy ending. Everything which happened after, would be down to fate.