𝕎𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕚𝕣𝕝𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟

John: Yeah

Zatanna: Do you know who else is beautiful?

John: Who?

John: See this is us. Together. It's great. And you know how it feels?

Zatanna: what John?

[Image ID: Victor Stone is crouched down on one knee, his right hand gently holding the face of a gray cat that's sitting still and looking up at him. The kitchen counter is in the background. End ID]

Oooo enjoy!

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Thing are never really normal in the House of Mysteries. Wouldn’t live up to its name if it were. Aside from the fairly normal demonic visits and the magical artifacts tucked within these walls, the house’s otherworldliness also lies with its inhabitants.

All three of them.

Most first time parents might lay in bed with their six month old, but not like their family. Zatanna smiles at Zachary, who follows the mini golden phoenix flying around his head, and John, who moves his hand in slow, easy circles to move said phoenix. Tiny hands reach up for the bird, just barely falling short of it.

“Be nice to him, John.” Zatanna teases, fingers trailing through their son’s dark hair.

“Where’s the fun in tha’, luv?” John asks. With a flick of her wrist, and a few muttered words, a tiny unicorn joining the phoenix. If Zatanna refers to his magic projections as ‘sun dust’ for the golden color, then John can only describe hers as ‘star dust.’ What else captures the shifting colors beneath the dark top?

Coos and squeals fill the room as the magicians entertain their son. Zatanna laughs softly, pressing a kiss to Zachary’s chubby cheek, “Stop being so cute, tesoro.”

“Zee, I dunno if tha’s possible. I mean, with a mum like ye? He’ll be a heart breaker.” John teases, offering his free hand to the baby. His heart leaps as the baby grabs one of his fingers, pulling it to his little face. John will never know how he helped make something so pure and innocent. Was he like this once? He must have been. 

“And I’m sure, with a dad like you, he’ll get into plenty of trouble.”

“Ye wound me, Zee.”