The best catch. (ghost eyes mermaid oc)

Idk

Idk im bored

THE BIGGEST CATCH.
A weird ghost eyes mermaid au fanfic thingy
By: LGS
(This is in tobias’s POV btw)

I swam gracefully with my pod, our tails flicking as we went with the current. Today was my orientation day— the day I finally got recognized as a true member of the pod, no longer a pup that needed to be cared for. Well, for my mother, I would always be her little pup, along with the rest of my podmates. My mother was currently stroking my hair and fins gently, grooming me. I, of course, was quite embarrassed. It was the day I was finally being recognised as a proper member of the pod, but here I was, being groomed like a tiny pup again.

“Mother, please..” I sighed, gently pushing her webbed fingers away just for her to bring them right back to my pale cheeks. “I am not a simple pup anymore. Today I will finally earn my true title as a part of the pod, along with my true name.”

My mother, who usually went by Susie, just giggled, gently caressing my cheek with her clawed fingers. My motherhood has always been a docile woman, but she also had a dangerous, ravenous side hidden deep, deep within her. That's how she gained the role as our pods leader, and her true name, NimbleUniguis.

“Now, now, tobias. Today may be your orientation day, yes, but you aren't considered a true pod member until the ceremony actually happens, my dear.” My mother spoke gently, her blonde, short hair floating in the water around her. No one would be able to guess how fierce she actually was just by her looks.

I just sighed, my usually pale cheeks gaining a slight red tint. Well..It was true. I technically was still a pup for now. No matter. Soon enough, that would change. I suppose one last grooming from my mother wouldn’t hurt. It was seen as a bonding method along with a cleaning one between merfolk, so it was a very intimate ritual. We would usually both take time to clean each other's skin and scales, our mother-son bond growing each time. But, this time it seems, my mother wanted to do the old one, where she would just clean me as if I was a fresh pup that had just been born with our gruff tongues.

Soon after that small grooming session, it was hunting time. I had become quite skilled at hunting, but not as skilled as my father. In my pods culture, the males were to submit to a strong female and care for the pups, but it was also common for both parents to care for the pups, the males still doing most of the work, of course. My bluish scales shimmered slightly, almost perfectly blended with the water. I am forever thankful for the color. I had gained it from my grandmother, who was an even better hunter than my father. My prey swam slowly, not noticing me slowly creeping forward. It was strange, though. When did fish swim upward?—

…

Before I knew it, I was in a tiny wooden flotation device, what the monsters above— air breathers— called rowboats. A strange, Orangish blob was rowing towards what seemed to be a bigger boat. I could not see very well at the moment. The only thing I could remember before this was the face of my mother. She seemed Terrified. Mortified. But out of all of them, she seemed enraged. That look in her eyes—the complete malic— I knew, just from that look, she was going to find me, no matter what it took. She just wanted her baby boy back. Before I knew it, I had become unconscious once more.

When I woke up, I could see clearly. There was a short haired, red headed boy in tattered looking coverings. One of the air breathers. Speaking of breathing, I was having a hard time doing so myself. Right now , I was trapped in a net behind the boy. He didn't look like much, but must have some muscle on him to be able to pull me into the boat by himself. The boy then suddenly turned to look at me, blinking blankly before suddenly squeaking, most likely out of joy due to the disturbingly large smile on his face.

“Christ on a stick, ye’ be real!! I’se thought ye’ were just a prop, or a weird, mutated fish! hehe!!” The boy spoke, the slightest bit too loud for me and quite the strong and strange accent. He had quite the energetic personality, I could assume, and didn’t seem too keen on letting me go.