Title: Stoic Parents

Artist: Han the Ham

Email: Hangebokhan at gmail dot com

Rating: G

Challenge: Dog (Golden Retriever)

Summary: 2 puppies + 1 basket + Vermont = marriage and a new 'child'

Note: This picture is the memory mentioned in the 'Seven Years and a Dog' drabble. 

There is another version with text in it, but Rose Etta showed me the light. Props to 

Ender and Rose Etta for looking at the pic for errors ^^

Fic:

Title: Seven Years and a Dog
Author: Han the Ham
Email: Hangebokhan at gmail dot com



Rating: PG-13 (only for profanity)



Challenge: Dog (Golden Retriever)
Summary: Want a kid? Get a dog first.
Note: This is a very short drabble (409 words), a drabble to accompany my manip ‘The Stoic Parents’. Props to Rose Etta for looking it over!

MPreg is implied if you squint.... really hard.

“So, I don’t think we have talked in a while, have we? No, I suppose not. Must have been seven years ago, after I got back from the island. I guess you really need to be updated. My good friend Clark, you remember him, saved me from my father yet again. This time, he was poisoning me with a hallucinogen; Clark found it in the brandy. Soon thereafter we got together, took him long enough to get a clue.

“We had the usual ups and downs, like all couples do. Clark just graduated magna cum laude from Met U, and decided we should have a child. Martha was horrified because we are only at home long enough to sleep and fuck, and a lot of times, not even enough for the former.

“Clark was disappointed, the approval of his mother means everything to him since his father died of a heart attack his freshman year. So, she set us on a quest of sorts. We had to keep a series of plants—from grass to orchids—alive for a set amount of time. We did it, and she moved us onto a dog.

“Our beloved golden retriever, Sera. We went up to Vermont to get married and met a breeder I knew about. The memory is still a little fuzzy, but we took a picture of me and Clark. We were with a basket of puppies in a field behind the farm, both squatting, and I was so scared I put on my most stoic face. Green Arrow was in the background, he always has hated me, and came on this trip to protect Clark. From what, I have never been sure, but I think he is a little touched in the head.

“After we got the dog, our sex life died. Every time I started to fuck him, Sera would walk in. Every. Damn. Time. Clark refused to fuck in front of her, and insisted the door stay open. Eventually she stopped walking in and a month’s worth of frustration was taken care of.

“Since I have Conner with me, I assume you can divine what happened after that.”

Lex looks at you and smirks, so much different from the youth you saw all those years ago. Looking at him critically, you make sure he is really ok, then begin to tell him about your last seven years, along with sealing a vow that this won’t happen again.