#WTHB fic

[anotheroceanid]

I love writing kid fic, like, this chapter is sad? Yeah, it is. Annabeth is going through it, there’s a godly war going on, they’re facing a drought, their city it’s beyond its full capacity and people think they can do miracles…

But hey, look at Silena and Penelope terrorising the shit out of their parents 🥰🥰🥰 balance is everything yall

[marlenejosten]

happy bday to the most perfect precious cute heartbreaking perfectly imperfect kids in the whole world!!!🎉🎉🎉🥳🥳🥳🍾🍾🍾🎊🎊🎊🎈🎈🎈🎁🎁🎁👯👯👯🪅🪅🪅🪩🪩🪩

milo, hector and luke you'll always be remembered for being such an icon🙏🙏 thank you @anotheroceanid and percy for creating and raising such incredible children, you two are queens

[thatoldbooksmellsstuff]

Poseidon trying to find where Zeus has hidden Percy

[perseabeth]

Milo’s Lyre

this is a one shot written about @anotheroceanid amazing fic titled When the Horizon Bloom, read it on AO3 you will enjoy it very much and get your heart broken in the most beautiful way possible. I published another one shot about this fic titled “What If” you can read it too- I got this idea last night during my angst hour with @anotheroceanid, and after few tears, and of course her inspiration, I decided that you should cry with us too! - i do not own the idea of the fic and i certainly do not own any character, all belong to the great author of the fic that made me cry more than my college curriculum enjoy ✨

Apollo no longer remembers how the dream began. He isn't even certain how he can dream at all. He once believed that gods were immune to such mortal experiences, but ever since his love vanished, dreams and nightmares have haunted him in every stolen moment he tries to delve into slumber. This dream, however, was different.

It was serene. Apollo sat upon a rock, a glittering sea stretching before him. His heart ached with a profound sorrow. The sea... How could he ever gaze upon the ocean again without seeing her eyes? How could he ever look at the waves and not remember the way they mirrored her gaze?

Sometimes, he would embark on frantic quests, searching for the sea that truly captured the color of her eyes, just to glimpse those sea-green eyes once more.

How long had it been? Seven years? For gods, time was an irrelevant concept, a fleeting notion in the face of immortality. Normally, seven years would pass as quickly as seven minutes. But these seven years... These years had stretched into millennia. He never knew time could crawl so slowly, could torture so mercilessly.

Apollo cradled his golden lyre, the instrument that once brought her such joy. He remembered the first time she heard him play, the radiant sparkle in her eyes, the breathtaking smile that stole his soul forever. His fingers, delicate and reverent, brushed against the strings, coaxing a serene melody from the lyre. Each note floated through the air like a whisper, and even the restless sea stilled its waves, entranced by the music.

Minutes passed in this harmonious reverie until Apollo felt a presence behind him—a presence so calm, so peaceful, carrying the unmistakable scent of the sea. Hope surged through him. Could it be his love? Could he finally see her in his dreams?

He turned his head slowly, afraid to wake from this fragile hope. As he did, his eyes met sea-green ones, and his heart melted, his soul awakening. Percy’s eyes… But something wasn’t right. The figure before him was a young boy, no older than six or seven, with golden curls that framed his face in a halo of sunlight. The boy was breathtakingly beautiful. Apollo's heart clenched as he took in the boy’s features. They reminded him of himself in one moment, and then of his love in the next, as if he were a perfect blend of them both.

Apollo's heart clenched. This boy… he looked like the son he might have had if Percy were still here. Shock rendered him speechless as he gazed into those familiar eyes. It was as if the child embodied the essence of their love, a living testament to a future that had been cruelly taken from them.

The boy stood cautiously, studying Apollo with a curious intensity. His golden locks tumbled over his forehead, and he wore a simple chiton that only enhanced his cherubic innocence.

“Can I see this, sir?” The boy’s voice was soft and melodic, yet firm and confident—far beyond his six years. His eyes darted to the lyre in Apollo’s hands, and Apollo finally realized what the boy wanted.

But Apollo was too shocked to speak. The boy stood silently, waiting for Apollo's response. When he finally understood, he nodded. “Of course.”

The boy took careful steps toward Apollo. As he stood before him, the sun god wondered who had raised this child. Most children snatched what they desired without hesitation; they didn’t wait politely for anything. Yet, this boy's sea-green eyes looked up at him with pure innocence and curiosity. He bent slightly to study the lyre, his hands kept respectfully to himself as if he were afraid to touch it.

Apollo realized the boy wouldn't touch the lyre unless he gave it to him.

“Here,” he extended the lyre to the boy. “You can hold it.

The boy hesitated, shaking his head. “No, no, it must be precious.” His voice was filled with a respectful reverence that belied his age, making Apollo's heart beats with admiration.

Apollo gave the young boy a gentle smile. “No, it will be fine here,” he said, pushing the lyre into the boy’s hands. The boy took it with utmost care, his eyes filling with wonder as he studied it. He looked at the lyre as if it were the eighth wonder of the world, his interest and amazement clear.

“Can I ask how you made it, sir? It is amazingly beautiful,” the boy asked, his curiosity shining with pure beauty and innocence.

Apollo smiled fondly, remembering how the lyre came into his possession. “My brother stole my cattle and gave this to me,” he chuckled.

The boy chuckled too, hiding his mouth with his small hands. “This reminds me of a story Mama tells me, about the sun god and the messenger of the gods.”

Apollo froze. The boy’s interest shifted back to the lyre, while Apollo tried to process the millions of questions racing through his mind. His mother told him stories? Apollo was about to ask more when the boy looked up and spoke in his soft, melodic voice. “If you don’t mind… can you,” the boy paused, choosing his words carefully, “can you teach me how to play it? The melody you played was beautiful.”

Apollo, still dumbfounded, watched the boy. “I think I figured out how to make it, but I want to play it for Mama. She seems sad lately, and she loves melodies so much. She sings me lullabies, but I don’t know any to sing for her. So maybe, maybe I can play her something nice that makes her smile.”

Questions swirled around Apollo’s mind. How could a child so young speak with such confidence and wisdom? But the most pressing question came to his lips. “Where is your mother?”

The boy, still focused on the lyre, answered, “On an island.”

“Where is the island?” Apollo asked.

The boy smiled as if Apollo had asked something silly, his smile bright and peaceful. “In the sea,” he said, then paused. “But Mama says the sea is dangerous.”

Apollo looked at the boy, confused. The boy’s answers seemed to reveal everything and nothing at the same time. Dangerous sea? He couldn’t be Percy’s son. Apollo's shoulders slumped. He couldn’t be Percy’s son. Perhaps his mind was creating illusions, offering a glimpse of a future he could never have, mixing him and Percy together to create the child Apollo had always dreamed Percy would carry.

Apollo looked into the boy’s eyes—Percy’s eyes—deciding that maybe, just maybe, he could live this dream for as long as it lasted. For as long as this dream allows him, he wants to imagine that this, indeed, is the child he created with his love. He held the boy’s hand, guiding him on where to place his fingers on the lyre. “Here, let me teach you” he said softly, positioning the small fingers with gentle precision on the lyre’s strings.

The boy was, in fact, the eighth wonder of the world, Apollo thought, as he looked at the young boy whose golden locks glowed in the sunlight.

Once—that was all the instruction the boy needed to create the most beautiful symphony Apollo had ever heard. The boy’s fingers danced over the strings with an innate skill, plucking and strumming as if he had been born for this. The melody flowed seamlessly, each note a shimmering thread weaving through the air, enchanting everything around them.

Apollo smiled fondly at the boy, who was also in amazement, his radiant smile outshining even the sun. The sea sparkled with the boy’s joy, and the sun, feeling almost humbled, began to set beyond the horizon, casting a golden portrait over the world.

Suddenly, the boy stopped and carefully extended the lyre back to Apollo. “I have to wake up now. Mama will wake up soon, and I can’t let her do things alone.”

Apollo’s brows knotted in confusion. “Where are we now?”

The boy smiled brightly. “We are dreaming, of course.”

Apollo took the lyre, looking at it before turning back to the boy. “You can have it.”

The young boy shook his head, making his golden locks jiggle. “It is a gift from your brother. It is precious.” He smiled, a smile that warmed Apollo’s soul, his beautiful sea-green eyes glowing with kindness. Apollo didn't want to wake up. He just wanted to see Percy’s eyes a little longer. Even if it was a hallucination, he wanted to remember those eyes longer.

The boy smiled at Apollo as he began to turn his head. “Thank you for helping me make Mama happy. Next time, when we meet, I’ll try to teach you something too.” And with that, the boy started walking away, slowly dissolving into the dream's fabric.

It didn't take long for Apollo to lose consciousness of the dream. When he opened his eyes, he found himself in his bed on Olympus, the morning light casting a gentle glow through his window.

Apollo sat on his bed, his chamber unchanged, Olympus glowing just as it always had. But his heart was heavy with a sorrow that even the gods would struggle to bear.

A sad smile graced Apollo’s lips—a smile that held an ocean of pain, a pain too deep for mortals to fathom. The Fates had always been cruel to him, but now even his own mind seemed to conspire in their cruelty, conjuring hallucinations to torment him.

A young boy, the eighth wonder of the world—a boy he could have had if Percy were still with him. If only she were here, somewhere beside him. He was certain she would have adored this boy, cherished him with all her heart. But he was not real.. And his Percy was not here.

Apollo rubbed his eyes, longing to wake up, to return to his duties, to mourn a girl whose disappearance remained a haunting mystery. And to mourn an imaginary son, whom he was certain he would never see again.

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Gaea’s Island

Percy was puzzled by her son’s urgency that morning. After helping her with his brothers, he dashed outside, claiming to have something important to attend to.

She didn’t pry too much into Milo’s affairs, trusting that whatever he was up to, he knew how to avoid trouble, unlike her eldest, Hector. As long as it was Milo, she assured herself, he would be fine.

But Milo had been unusually preoccupied for days now. Whenever Percy found him, he would hastily hide something behind his back, claiming it was important. Percy didn’t dwell on it, assuming it was a surprise he didn’t want her to see. She smiled at the thought.

Then, she heard it—a beautiful melody that froze her in place. For a moment, she thought it was a dream, a hallucination conjured by her own longing. an image of a man with the most beautiful sky-blue eyes, creating serene melodies for her suddenly occupied her mind.. But the sound of footsteps snapped her back to reality. She followed the sound, Hector and Luke trailing behind her, until she suddenly stopped.

On the grass sat a young boy with golden locks, his sea-green eyes shining with joy as he looked up at her. Her Milo. In his hands, a wooden instrument created the most enchanting melody she had ever heard since she arrived to this island

It didn’t take long for Percy to realize what her son had made. Her heart swelled with oceans of emotions, pain, sorrow, pride and love as she beheld her precious Milo, crafting a lyre with his own small hands.

Percy approached Milo, her heart overflowing with a mixture of confusion and love. A single tear traced its way down her cheek as Hector and Luke stood nearby, mesmerized by the beautiful sound emanating from Milo's creation.

Milo looked up at her with a bright smile, but confusion clouded his features as he furrowed his brows. “You don’t like it, Mama? I made it for you.”

Without hesitation, Percy rushed forward, enveloping Milo in a tight embrace, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I love it… I love it so much.”

“Then why are you crying?” Milo asked, puzzled.

“They're tears of happiness, my love,” Percy whispered, her voice choked with emotion. Tears of happiness—tears of memories, pain, and pride. Tears of many things.

Milo pulled away, showing Percy the delicate wooden instrument he had crafted. “Here, let me show you more,” he said eagerly, his fingers deftly plucking at the strings.

As Milo played, Percy couldn’t help but notice how he resembled his father in that moment. Not a mere version, like Luke, but a reflection—a radiant embodiment of his father's spirit.

Then it struck her—how did Milo know about the lyre? It was Hermes who created it, nd given it to Apollo, later becoming Apollo's symbol. How could Milo know exactly what a lyre looked like? She had always believed that their father lived on in their souls, but she never imagined it would manifest in such a tangible way.

Puzzled, Percy looked at her son. “How did you learn to make this?”

Milo beamed at her, his eyes sparkling with the wisdom of the universe. “In my dream, of course, Mama.”

The answer did little to quell Percy’s bewilderment. She watched as her son proudly displayed his creation, insisting that she should smile because he had made it for her happiness. He even taught his brothers how to hold it so they could all bring joy to their mother.

She watched them take turns playing, each displaying a pure talent they hadn’t known they possessed

Her Milo, her precious children, and her precious lost love…

A few days later, the lyre disappeared from the island, as if it had never existed before.

[dutifullyfamousdetective]

This was Percy when Hector and Milo were swept away by the ocean. My girl was in torment, her peace and world shattered even after numerous sacrifices. SCREAMINGGGHG

[starkskeep]

I have consumed every piece of media on the internet even remotely connected to When The Horizon Blooms by @anotheroceanid and have become unhealthily attached to this fic.

Additionally, @marlenejosten edits are god(s) tier and I’m attached to them the same way an iPad kid has to have their fruit sensory videos.

[tenderlyrenjun]

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[aescapisms]

so instead of posting the social media au photos on wattpad ill just post the written fic based on the chapters lol why do i do this to my self. idk which one i should do first tho. sup prof? wthb? hey its me + oh no its you? only yours part time? as you wish? THE DEVIL YOU KNOW???? 

[anotheroceanid]

Annabeth: a god got Percy pregnant… 😔

Clarisse: was it my father? 😧

Annabeth: no, it wasn’t yours…

Nico: please, tell me it wasn’t mine ☠️

Annabeth: no, it’s not yours either

Will: Was it mine, Annabeth?

Annabeth:

Annabeth: “wAs iT mInE aNnAbEtH” 🤬

[anotheroceanid]

Posting my silly little map here because it's so cute… not the part where Poseidon started flooding the continent, but besides

I will keep updating it as the story advances, but right now all you'll need to know is that the green part represents areas controlled by nature spirits and the dark grey ones are (technically) neutral.

[anotheroceanid]

Mother's eyes

Sketched f!Percy and Milo to relax a little. Still struggling to draw f!Percy consistently, but she had to look younger because Milo isn't much older than three years old in this, so Percy is around 20-21 (*plays a mitski song and cries thinking of how young she is*). In the previous drawing she's the age she has in WTHB, which is around 26-28 (I'm deciding which fits better, because it depends on how old the boys are and I'm not 100% sure yet, so a I have different versions)

Yes, she's wearing a laurel wreath. You can cry, Gaea.

I love Milo... He's so cuteeeeeee

[marlenejosten]

this really happened in wthb

percy: i think i’m in love with apollo

artemis: as in my twin brother apollo ? god apollo? many dead lovers apollo?

percy: yes .. any thoughts ?

artemis: and prayers

artemis: you’re going to need them

[anotheroceanid]

(not so) little Estelle *clara bow plays in the background*

[anotheroceanid]

I know that Luke is world’s number one mama’s boy, but let’s never forget that Hector will throw a fit that will shake the grounds of the earth, but at night he’ll snuggle against his mother like this:

and now he doesn’t have her to snuggle with anymore :(

[anotheroceanid]

Okay, but I'm genuinely thinking about an au where the events of Son of Neptune happen, but fem Percy is either heavily pregnant with the boys or booking it across the country with three newborns, having just given birth with amnesia surrounded by wolves.

Juno: Hello, young lady, can you carry me across the river? Percy, babies strapped to her front, back, and in her arms: I have my hands full, lady.

Juno: It's not like I knew you were pregnant when I kidnapped you and erased your memories. Percy: Percy: YOU ARE THE GODDESS OF MOTHERHOOD.

I IMAGINE HERA FREAKING OUT WHEN SHE REALISES PERCY IS PREGNANT… and not only that… TRIPLETS??? Like, out of the things that could go wrong in that plan, triplets that are obviously Apollo’s kids (but she ain’t touching that subject just yet) weren’t in her bingo card AT ALL!!!

Like, imagine Percy arriving at camp with a GODDESS on her back and three BABIES, who can’t be older than one month at that point, on her arms. Followed by the gorgons!!!

Hazel and Frank: that definitely wasn’t in the job description!!!

But like, imagine Mars showing up to give them the quest, and Percy like: AND WHO IS SUPPOSED TO BREAST FEED MY KIDS?

Mars: what kids? Please tell me you ain’t talking about Pluto’s emo bo- *turns to look at Nico, who’s with Hecto in one arm while Luke and Milo are sleeping in a baby stroller for triplets* WTF??? Does your dad KNOWS about it? You’re absolutely right, you CAN’T go to that quest! Omg, who is crazy enough to put a breastfeeding mom through it?

Juno, in Olympus: why are my ears burning?

[anotheroceanid]

From next chapter things start getting more serious in WTHB.

Poseidon doesn’t forgive. Nor does he forget.