October 2024 Drabble #1

Soldier76/Reinhardt/Reaper – old man virgin Reinhardt; merman Reinhardt; pirates/sailors – Reinhardt let himself get pulled up in the net of one of those cute little humans because he just wants to ogle them and their habits. He's not quite aware that the two captains of the ship have similar ideas - for him.

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There are two captains on the ship. That’s something new, as far as Reinhardt is concerned. He watches them with interest as they move about, always on opposite ends of their vessel, instructing their crew with sharp, barked orders.

If someone were to ask him, he would say that they are not especially fond of each other… but then again, he does not think that they would be happy with sharing the position at the top if that was the case.

He frowns a little. Humans were difficult to understand at the best of times. But he finds them amusing nonetheless. They are afraid of him, he can tell, despite his best efforts to remain nice and docile. He has not fought them once since they caught him in their large nets and pulled him up onto their ship.

He doesn’t necessarily feel threatened; as long as there is water close by he is sure that he can fight is way out of their grasp. He’s almost three times their size, after all, his long blue tail curled and still always in the way on the busy deck.

The movement of the captains converges in the middle of the deck where Reinhardt is sitting, watching everything with interest.

“You are not afraid,” one of them growls thoughtfully. He steps closer and crouches down next to Reinhardt’s hip while the other grabs a bucket of sea water and sloshes it across the merman’s tail.

Reinhardt smiles, folding his fingers together across his stomach. “I am not!” he says firmly. “You are very hospitable! What are your names?”

The first one seems amused by it all; his tight face finally relaxing into somewhat of a smile. He thrusts a thumb at his own chest and says: “Jack.” He jerks his head in the direction of his companion. “Gabriel.”

“Reinhardt,” Reinhardt imitates, face creasing in a huge smile.

Jack and Gabriel exchange quiet looks. Gabriel then looks over their captive slowly and back again at Jack, nodding.

Reinhardt has no idea what is going on.

Jack reaches out, his hand pressing against Reinhardt’s tail, just inches away from his plump genital slit. Just a coincidence, of course, but it does not keep him from almost squirming, nervous warmth suddenly prickling through his body.

“So? What are your plans with me?” he asks, barrelling through his nerves. “I should let you know that I am very interested in humans! But I will not let you take me away from the water!”

The captains exchange another glance. Jack’s fingers are pressing into Reinhardt’s glistening, blue scales, his fingertips so, so close to his genital opening.

“We have a plan or two. Don’t worry about that.”