A tumblr prompt from xhookswenchx. I was told to use "it's not what it looks like!" in the fic. After the angst of 5x20, I needed fluffy/funny. This is based off of the bts/promo photos from 5x21.

It's Not What It Looks Like

After ever thing Emma had gone through in the past few weeks, today had most certainly been a blessing.

Emma stood with her family, friends, and the residents of Storybrooke to say their final goodbyes to the man known as Killian Jones. He had always been more than just Captain Hook to Emma. He was the man who tore down those walls that's had been built up throughout her life. He was the man who could see through her well-fortified armor, and wormed his way into her heart. It was finally whole after years and years of being broken. But now, who knew when—or even if—it would ever be repaired.

As she placed the last of the flowers atop the casket, her red-rimmed eyes were suddenly blinded by w bright white light off in the distance.

"What was that?" she heard Henry say behind her.

"I don't know, but I have a feeling we are going to find out," said Regina.

Looking to where the light had flashed she saw to figures moving towards them. One she could clearly tell had cornflower-blonde hair; it glistened in the sun. The other was dressed in all black, has dark hair, and his walk seemed familiar. It wasn't until they got quite a bit closer that she noticed the hook on his left hand.

"It can't…it can't be…" she said to herself. She didn't want to believe what she was seeing. She attributed to her grief; she was simply seeing things...until the one with the hook called out to her.

"EMMA SWAN!"

Fresh tears formed, running down her cheeks. "Killian!"

She ran. She ran right towards him, toppling him over onto the grass in excitement, causing him to grunt loudly.

"I am so sorry!" Emma said.

"Quite alright, Swan. I mean, I did tell you I was survivor."

"Only with my help this time, Captain Jones," a thunderous voice spoke from above them.

"Yes, well, the devil is in the details," he said, smiling.

Raising herself up, Emma then held out her hand for Killian to grab onto. Pulling him up, they stood in front of the stranger. "I may not know who you are, but I don't think a simple 'thank you' is enough to show much I appreciate you bringing him back to me."

Flashing a blinding smile, the man responded, "Think nothing of it. This man right here helped defeat by brother. It was the least I could do."

It suddenly dawned on her the identity of this mystery man. "Zeus?!"

"Guilty as charged. But, I can't stay. Hera is in one of her 'moods,' so I probably shouldn't be too much longer."

"Understandable. From what I've read, the woman is quite the handful," Emma said.

Rolling his eyes, Zeus responded, "You don't know the half of it. The woman takes jealousy to art form."

"Well, we won't keep you. I just wanted to say thank you." Without hesitating, Emma pulled the king of the Gods into fierce hugs. Only seconds later, thunder clapped and a lightning bolt feel from the sky, hitting the tombstone of the once-deceased Killian Jones.

Flustered, Zeus looked to the sky and yelled, "It's not what it looks like!"

Laughing over the extreme jealously over the goddess of motherhood, Killian quipped, "You best get back to her, mate. Don't need her thinking you're trying to swoop in and take my one true love with you." Emma's heart fluttered at hearing Killian say those words. She had always considered they could be; hell, she even hoped they were. To have it finally confirmed made Emma feel utterly and complete whole.

"Yes, I think that's best. You two: take care of each other." Another flash of lightning, and Zeus disappeared.

Emma turned to Killian. "Say it again."

A smirk formed on his upper lip. "Say what exactly?"

"I think you know."

"If I must…Emma, you are my true love. And I love you."

(Killian proposed that night.)