We All Simp The Sea Prince

*DF pressing their nose against your bedroom window* Hello again my sweet ducks!

You folks are amazing!

This chapter is just Triton slowly going into withdrawal and shameless Percy simping lol.

Yup, I said it. Jason will have to beat those leeches away with a stick!

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Amphitrite was a proud and just lady, a regal and radiant Queen to King Poseidon, the mighty God of the Oceans and Seas. It came to no one's surprise that she had a fine tuned natural ability to observe the mood around her.

Being a Queen of the realm, she would expect no less from herself, she thought proudly.

She glanced at the clock and saw that she'd been in her office for nearly four hours, her eyebrows rose in surprise and she swiftly collected her papers to file them away for the day. She didn't realize she'd been in here for so long, she had wanted to catch up with Triton before he decided to turn in for the day.

He was just one of many she had to keep tabs on during the youngest Prince's absence; it had only been five days since his departure.

Just earlier she called Delphin to check in on Finn and make sure he kept him busy, the poor creature just didn't know what to do without his master. It was a fine display of dedication and loyalty, a prized trait to have as a royal servant, but Finn was a drama king through and through…

The sea turtle Squirt was doing marginally better, him and Gina were hard at work in the fields harvesting sea fruits and veggies. However, Squirt seemed to have a habit of eating his harvest rather than collecting it. It was rather...endearing to watch, she supposed.

Everywhere she went, the energy in each room was just a bit more muted than usual; the guards eyebrows were pinched, the servants weren't as lively, and even the marine life was more lethargic.

She looked out the window of her office and spotted the enormous structure high above the edge of the eastern border. From her vantage point high above in the palace, it was still colossal in size and judging from the flashes of light, it was currently keeping Triton very busy with his work.

Triton's workspace, dutifully named Armonía, was where her son performed his godly messenger duties and other various tasks. In fact, it was this very building that inspired the creation of the Sydney Opera House.

It was a striking floating structure, with gargantuan shells of various colors, shapes, opacities, lusters, and densities formed together into an intricate cluster. It was constantly rearranging itself to whatever shape Triton needed and migrated around the entire perimeter of Atlantis' inner borders.

After filing away the last of her papers, Amphitrite teleported to the entrance of the structure and leisurely made her way inside.

It was cavernous in build, reminiscent of a grand and majestic amphitheatre, with high vaulted ceilings and open water archways, lights blinking on and off on different points of a large nautical chart, various sea creatures were passing parcels to and from one another, manta rays with large shipments on their backs, jellyfish and octopuses that handled the fragile wares, and charming beluga whales that were chatting up a storm in front of various monitors in the customer service section.

In the center on a tastefully decorated raised circular platform (an altar really) was Prince Triton, his crown had become a modified headset that curved under his earfins, he forewent his standard seashell armor and wore a softer white seaskin uniform with half sleeves, a dozen pockets, and tastefully embellished with encrusted pearls and bronze accents. He held a tablet in one hand and his precious conch shell strapped to his other hand like a wrist watch.

When a series of tones sounded off, signaling a strong incoming low frequency call, Triton raised his wrist and without looking away from his tablet, absorbed the powerful call with his conch shell. The soundwaves were then transmitted to his tablet and crown and relayed the coded message.

After reviewing the contents of the message, Triton released a long suffering sigh, "Those imbeciles…" he looked up at the vaulted ceilings and with a swish of his hand, the structure started to shift until it stopped at the exact position he wanted. After that, he took a deep breath and released an extremely loud trill that traveled up a chute and out of the structure.

"And there goes another potential ambassador down the drain…damn those disgusting mortals and their trawlers. That'll put a damper on their careless ecosystem destroying nets." he turned his head and met the Queen's eyes, "Mother? Forgive me, I didn't notice you coming in."

Amphitrite withheld a wince, that statement in and of itself was a bad sign that Triton was not acting as he normally would.

"Think nothing of it dear. I just came in to see how you were holding up."

Triton's eye twitched, "Holding up? Whatever could you mean?"

The Queen placed a hand on her hip and arched a delicate eyebrow, "My dear child, you're just as bad at lying as your Father. You know exactly what I'm referring to." there was no point in beating around the bush with her eldest; if you wanted something from him, you needed to be direct, lest he go and successfully detract from a certain topic.

Triton clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Hold on a second."

He snapped his fingers and on command, eight frightening looking barracudas darted towards the altar and were swimming around him in dizzying circles. He reached into one of the deep inner pockets in his uniform and pulled out a starfish no bigger than a quarter and a large corked glass bottle.

He gave the bottle a subtle swish and it filled quickly with a glowing bioluminescent substance, he then rubbed the starfish awake between his webbed thumb and index fingers, "Make sure this arrives in a timely manner in the colonies down south; do you understand star tracker #087? I want to be notified as soon as the message is received."

The tiny starfish popped off his fingers and latched itself onto the smooth surface of the glass, "Hehe! Of course Lord Triton, you can count on me!" it squeaked back in a high pitched voice.

"Good." he snapped his fingers and at the same time he threw the bottle off the platform, two barracudas darted towards it, sandwiched the message between them, and exited the building together through one of their designated chutes.

Those barracudas were bred by Triton specifically for their speed and diligence. They were vicious things by nature, but also incredibly simple minded; more than a few merfolk have had the misfortune of crossing them when trespassing or trying to intercept a message. And if by some miracle they managed to get past the barracuda, they had to deal with a vengeful force of nature that was known as the Wrath of Prince Triton.

However, Amphitrite feared no such creatures and swam towards her son, the barracudas parted to make way for their Queen, and when she reached the platform she sat down on a pouf made of woven seagrass.

"I thought you had ten barracudas? I only counted eight."

Triton stiffened slightly, but gave no other indicative, "Hm, I don't recall."

She shrugged internally and decided to let go of the matter for now.

"Triton, please take a break from Armonía and come back to the palace for dinner tonight. I'll have our chefs make your favorite."

The Messenger God of the Sea refused to look his Queen Mother in the eyes, "I've just barely caught up on my work, I won't leave now" his eyebrows scrunched up in annoyance, "If I do, then it'll give that feather brained elf something to try and rub in my face."

Amphitrite gave her son a pointed look, the rivalry between Hermes and Triton had been going on for ages now, it was getting out of hand; especially since he learned that he and Perseus got along rather well.

Triton had been inconsolable for days!

She shook her head in exasperation and tried a different approach.

"Would you please reconsider joining me for dinner?"

"I'll have Lou drop off my food here."

"You're looking too pale."

"Mother, I'm always pale."

"I'm making new chitons, would you care to design one?"

"...I'll think about it."

Amphitrite looked sadly upon her moping son, out of everyone in the kingdom, Triton was taking Perseus' departure the hardest. She knew that he knew his brother would eventually come back, but it still sent him into one of his infamous depressions.

Her eldest son wasn't one of the most social deities to exist, but his hermit and reclusive tendencies could become borderline harmful to his well being if she didn't intervene.

The boys had started off so roughly in the beginning, she was almost convinced that she wouldn't be able to get a chance to know her stepson before he left the seas in a fit of anger and disappointment.

Triton was a caustic person by nature and at times could be as pleasurable to be around as a lionfish with a hernia, but somehow, Perseus was able to break past all of Triton's defenses and become his dearest and most cherished companion.

It was as if he had been swimming blindly for years, lonely and in the dark, going here and there and nowhere in between. He became weary and untrusting of others; scaring them away before they had a chance to inflict harm. Then came Perseus, who charged fearlessly, and didn't back away when things got rough. He took the metaphorical blindfold from Triton's eyes and extended a warm and honest hand.

And like a former blind man, he held on and followed his new light of hope.

During all of Triton's most recent developments, Amphitrite noticed something about her stepson that took even her a while to decipher, it was so subtle that she almost missed it.

Perseus had needed Triton just as much as Triton needed Perseus.

Perseus was well socialized and pretty outgoing, but with time, Amphitrite saw that he was closed off and unwilling to lean onto or rely on others. After a bit of digging into his past, she could wholeheartedly understand why he turned out that way. The life of a demigod is a short and dangerous road that not many have made it out of unscathed, this is especially true when it came to children of The Big Three.

He had been lost and walking aimlessly, with no one to guide or reassure him of the dangers the divine world came with. He had no one to explain to him why he felt the way that he did or felt like he didn't truly belong in the mortal world.

Granted, Sally did an admirable job and was an excellent, kind, and caring mother, but she was no goddess or minor deity; for fear of attracting unwanted attention, she had to keep her son in the dark, and under the overbearing rule of that despicable mortal.

It was too bad she couldn't have gotten to him first, the Sea Queen lamented, Gabe Ugliano's screams would've sounded heavenly for the next hundred years or so…

Alas, Sally got to dish out her vengeance and spared him from a much more fitting fate. Hm, she should probably set up a time to speak with that woman over tea, she mused.

That aside, her sons had formed a bond so fast that even she couldn't believe it at first. In hindsight though, it made perfect sense; after all, the lost and lonely walked hand in hand.

However, with any pros, there are bound to be cons.

When Perseus left for the surface, she'd been afraid of this very scenario taking place in front of her; and mercifully, it was not as severe as it could've been.

Sadly though, she'd seen it many times before in the past when he dared to let someone in; each and every time it happened, it only served to cut into Triton's heart deeper and continued to let his wounds bleed. One incident in particular that involved that tragic end of her granddaughter Pallas was one of the worst to pass; Triton had never been the same since.

Eventually after a millennia, his wounds had scarred over and he remained closed off and quiet afterwards. It was only just recently that they finally started to heal.

And though she was glad Perseus was able to bring out the jovial and lighthearted side of Triton again, a small part of her was wondering if it had all been a terrible mistake. It was laughable how ridiculously easy it would be for him to rip the Crown Prince's soul to shreds.

She couldn't bear the thought of seeing her son's heart break all over again. She honestly didn't think she, or anyone else, would be able to pick up and salvage any of the pieces this time around.

There was a very real and terrifying possibility that her Triton could actually…

She banished such thoughts from her mind and stared at the back of her Prince's head. His hair was up in a ponytail instead of its signature half up half down style. She smiled softly to herself, it was something he did when he was hard at work in his soundscape, Perseus had even convinced him to weave in a braid or two.

"Triton" She reached out and stroked one of his tail fins that was resting against the railing of the altar, "Chin up, he'll be back before you know it."

The Sea God hummed under his breath and continued to tap away at his tablet and give orders through his headset.

Amphitrite pursed her lips, this wouldn't do; she had to liven up her son, even if it was only just a little...but how?

Wait, she had just the thing! She summoned a photo in her hands.

"Triton, a moment please?"

"Delphin, how many times must I remind you not to call me with the number if it isn't an emergency- Hm?"The Messenger God turned around, his eyebrows had risen at her sudden change in tone, "What is it?"

"I want you to take a look at this photo and tell me what you think."

The confusion on his face only increased, but being the good and dutiful son he was, he obliged to his Mother's random request and took the photo from her outstretched hand.

All of one second had passed before he let out a very unattractive snort and started laughing, "What in the name of my Father happened here? It looks like a warzone and Perseus is just smiling away like nothing!"

The photo in his hands was the group selfie that Perseus had taken when he arrived at Camp Half-Blood. When she first saw it, she too was overtaken by side aching laughter!

"Yes, but doesn't he look stunning in that design?"

"Oh sure, he looks good in anything you put him in." he agreed easily, "It's just, how do I say this? It really is a Perseus-like thing to do. This will look great in the scrapbook he's making for Sally."

They laughed for another minute or two until Triton abruptly stopped and furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

"Triton?"

The Prince squinted and almost couldn't believe his eyes at what he was seeing, "What sort of tribal-Egyptian-chicken dance is Dionysus doing?"

This spurred on a new bout of laughter and Amphitrite considered it a small success, her eyes crinkled in joy at the mirth her son was trying to hold back; her handsome son deserved to smile more, she thought.

While she kept on passing him more pictures, she couldn't keep one niggling thought out of her mind. There was one person she'd yet to contact.

Poseidon...where did you go?

•••

It was to absolutely no one's surprise that everyone and their siblings couldn't take their eyes off of Perseus Jackson.

After the tumultuous end of the first day of renovations, Percy's return was like a much needed light in the middle of a dense fog. After power washing everyone and helping Chiron down from the tree, Jason watched as they both went to Big House and spoke well into the late hours of the night; leaving the recovering demigods and nature spirits to their own ruminations.

And wow were there some opinions.

"Oh my gods he looked killer in that outfit."

"Boy has legs for days!"

"He could give Adonis a run for his money."

"What's his diet like? That bod of his is so tight~"

"Never knew Jackson had such a nice cake."

"I'd tap that…"

It had been five days since his return and those were only a handful of the tamer comments. Now, he was a teenage boy, and he's heard quite a few dirty things here and there, but oh man did some of those comments make him blush up a storm!

No, really. One passing comment about cheeks clapping over *bleep bleep* standing under *bleep*and eating out hot nasty*BLEEEEEEP!* short circuited his strait-laced Roman mind so hard that Camp Half-Blood had its first thunderstorm in over a hundred years.

Anyways...

Jason wasn't blind nor was he completely oblivious, he knew exactly what all the hype was about and quite frankly, it was pissing him off.

Don't get him wrong. He agreed to the comments on some level, Percy was extremely good looking; rather, what was more accurate was that he was very beautiful in an exotic Grecian way. He couldn't ever fault him for that, not ever, but it had its downsides…

One: It was distracting others from their jobs.

And Two: Percy...WAS EITHER OBLIVIOUS OR IMMUNE BECAUSE GODDAMN IT HE WAS GETTING REAL TIRED OF BATTING AWAY THIRSTY DEMIGODS.

Nobody asked him to do it, no one appointed him captain of the Percy Protection Squad™, but as his best bro, he couldn't just sit there and let others oogle him like a scanty sideshow attraction!

And Percy definitely wasn't helping his own case either.

Since coming back onto the surface, he became more lax about modern societal norms and standards. His reasoning was that he realized that they were superficial and as long as it didn't hurt others, he didn't see the problems in doing what he was comfortable doing.

His point was valid...BUT HOW HARD WAS IT TO WEAR SOME PANTS?

•••One Such Incident Earlier•••

Percy was stumped, he thought the plans for the renovations were easy enough to navigate, a community fountain for Iris Messaging should've been a breeze to cross off their long list. Granted, the fountain was gonna be way bigger than their current one or your standard wishing well, it was going to have a vaulted roof and everything; and he knew that most demigods were born with some less than stellar luck, but it definitely shouldn't have taken them more than eight hours to lay out the foundation!

They were superpowered demigods for goodness sake! The longest it should've taken was maybe six hours max, but someway or another, someone would either drop a bag of cement here, or tip over bricks there; hades, an Apollo boy nearly got buried alive while he was talking to one of the Aphrodite campers!

He had vented all of this to Jason during dinner and after the end of his rant, he just sat there with his face ominously shadowed.

"Jason? Dude, don't tell me I have to repeat myself."

"Nope, I heard all of it." he said, staring at his barely eaten sandwich.

"...okay, um, how did your day go?"

Jason leaned back onto one of the boulders set to be moved to the Hephaestus cabin and exhaled slowly through his nose.

Since the pavilion was on the list of things to be spruced up, the campers have had to eat their food either in their respective cabins or carefully outside.

"We had major delays today."

"Oh jeez, what happened on your end?"

"Our carriers kept on getting sidetracked."

"By what?"

"..." those single minded idiots kept on making detours to the fountain construction site where a certain Sea Prince was hard at work.

"Uh, you alright bro?" Percy was feeling a bit uneasy and nervously fisted the side of his navy blue chiton.

Jason zeroed in on his hands and one of his eyes started twitching.

"...Jase? You're starting to freak me out man." he heard him growl something lowly under his breath, "Wait, what has to go?"

Without saying another word, Jason seized Percy's upper arm and started hauling him through camp.

"Jason what are you doing?"

"Pants."

"What?"

"You need to change your clothes right now!" he eyed the deep cut neckline that exposed his 'cleavage' to the world and all of its horny demiteens. "And put on a godsdamned shirt too."

"Why?!"

Jason whirled his head and looked at him as though he'd lost his mind, "The chiton, it's not good for outdoor work!"

"But we wore these back then and you don't hear any stories of Ancient Greeks complaining about them."

"Well that was then and this is now." he puffed vehemently, "And I thought you hated wearing those!"

"I got used to them." he defended, "And Mother packed me a ton and I promised to wear them when I could."

While they were having their little squabble, they had passed other campers having dinner and wow they were attracting a LOT of attention.

Percy thought that they were headed to his cabin, but Jason made a sharp turn and was going in the direction of Zeus' cabin.

"Bro, I don't think I should be going in there."

"Too bad, you are." he shot back, "Now let's get this thing off you." and proceeded to successfully undo two clasps and a brooch in a single swipe.

?!

"Hey!" Percy yelped an octave higher than normal, "What're you doing?"

Jason didn't answer and continued to manhandle him towards his cabin. Percy had managed to slide a bit out of his grip and was about to make a run for it, but Jason was able to regain it by holding onto one of his fancy pearl encrusted bronze armlets and curling his other arm around the Sea Prince's head.

With both his hands trying to pry Jason's rigid arm from his throat, he couldn't stop the fabric of his chiton from slipping down his sculpted body.

Squeals and fervent screams could be heard from the surrounding campers and from the corner of his eye, Percy swore that a dryad was holding up a naiad who'd just fainted!

"Ack! Dude, let go! I'm almost indecent here!" Percy flailed.

His words lit a fire in the Roman and with all composure lost, he whirled his face right at him so fast that it made Percy's breath become lodged in his throat. A thunderous look was overcast on his face, "Almost? Almost?! You're practically sex on legs!"

Percy's jaw dropped.

Jason kicked the door of his cabin open and unceremoniously threw Poseidon's Prince in head first. He glared behind him and addressed everyone there, "No. More. Eyecandy." and slammed the door shut.

All anyone could hear from outside was a lot of thumps, crashes, and swearing. At one point, Jason must've managed to get Percy out of his chiton because the darn thing was launched out of his window and landed in a small heap of flimsy fabric; Percy's squawk of indignation followed shortly afterwards.

"What the heck you almost ripped my underwear off!"

"I'm surprised you're even wearing any!" *slam!* "Now shut up and put these on!"
"This is so stupid!"

"You're right, this whole thing is stupid so Put. These. On!"

"Nngh! I can put pants on myself y'know!"

"I will dress you appropriately so you don't shame your ancestors!"

"DUDE MY ANCESTORS RAN AROUND NAKED HALF THE TIME-

"PERSEUS JACKSON DON'T YOU DARE!"

•••Flashback end•••

Jason groaned at the memory, he had inadvertently stoked the fire that was the Camp Half-Blood rumor mill and caused himself even more of a headache.

He didn't know how to feel about...Jercy...but at least Percy kept his (Jason's) pants on.

Today everyone was taking a break from the larger construction projects and were using today as a free day. He had just finished a class about Roman battle formations and their uses so decided to head down to the lake to see how Percy's canoeing class was doing.

When he got there he had to refrain from facepalming,

"Percy..."

Said demigod was standing on top of the water directing the various canoes...in his swim shorts.

You didn't have to be a genius to see how utterly distracted the campers were, Percy had to stop at least three head on collisions all the while he stood there and watched as they gawked at his bro.

Percy's physique was in no way squishy before he went to live in Atlantis, he was fit and very healthy looking with six pack abs and everything. He didn't expect any significant changes upon his return, maybe an even tan with no lines or something but…

Percy returned looking like a mesomorphic masterpiece carved by Michaelangelo himself!

As stated earlier, Percy was never considered out of shape, but any excess fat he might've had just melted off his body and left hard planes of muscle that looked like they were carved out of marble; it wasn't the over sinewy kind of definition, but the solid outlined variant of muscle definition. His shoulders had broadened a bit, the muscles in his legs were more defined, his six pack abs became a washboard eight pack, and his waist was tapered and tiny.

His face, gods above, the Aphrodite girls never shut up about it!

He had an ultra chiseled jawline that could grate cheese (their words, not his), killer cheekbones, a strong sharp nose, windswept hair that was cropped close on the sides, a smooth flawless complexion, and his eyes...he'd leave that bit of poetry to the Apollo campers.

In simple terms? Percy Jackson came back as an absolute heartthrob .

As if he'd sensed him from afar, Percy turned around and immediately looked guilty, "H-hey Jase, how'd your class go?"

"Fine." he stopped at the end of the pier and gave him a onceover, "Why are you wearing those? You're not even in the water." he accused.

Percy wore a pair of ultra skin tight swim shorts that (thank the gods) ended above his knees, but left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Tch, it's hot out man. Just be glad I didn't whip out the speedo." at the murderous look thrown at him, he quickly backtracked, "I'm just kidding! Cool it before you blow a gasket."

Jason looked down and saw that small sparks were actually shooting from his hands. As satisfying as it would be to give his exhibitionist friend a healthy jolt of self awareness, he knew it would be immature and could potentially shock the other campers.

Percy could take his hits, but not them.

"Okay fine." he conceded, "But hey, why aren't you in the water?" knowing him, he thought that he'd jump at the chance to be submerged.

Percy's expression became conflicted, "Yeah about that…"

"Percy!"

Both demigods turned around and spotted the girls who called out to the Sea Prince,

"Hey handsome, could we get some help over here?"

Percy sighed, "That's the third time they've dropped their oars. Hey Jase, I'll see you later okay?"

"Yeah, see ya."

Jason watched as Percy neared them and heard them giggle all the while he scolded them about the importance of maintaining camp equipment.

The Roman frowned deeply, the sound of their laughter was grating on his nerves. He had listed two reasons already why he was so irritated with Percy's return; and the third and final reason why he was so pissed?

Percy Jackson was more than just a piece of meat.

All of his past triumphs were suddenly swept underneath the rug and replaced by vulgar comments and side sneers; it was as if he was no longer a mighty hero but a relic to appreciate and lust after.

Percy Jackson had bested literal Titans and accomplished the impossible, he was a selfless hero who gave himself to the world just so its inhabitants could have a chance at peace. He had multiple opportunities to walk away from it all, and Jason wasn't sure what he'd choose if he were in Percy's shoes, but the Son of Poseidon put aside his own potential 'happily ever after' and fearlessly dove right back into the fires of war.

They were feats worthy enough to be emblazoned upon bronze or imperial gold, to be carved into stone and have storytellers recite his victories over campfires, or when a group of the hopeless needed a miracle to survive the night, their spirits would be uplifted after hearing the stories of Percy Jackson.

But no, he returned only to find that the only thing laudable about him was his ass.

Maybe it was due to his Roman upbringing, but the sight of Percy not receiving the respect he'd earned a hundred fold, it just...felt wrong, and festered something terrible in him.

It may sound conceited of him, but in his honest opinion, Jason thought that he was one of the few people that could get away with giving Percy some noogies or playful shoves here and there, and speak to him on the same level because he'd earned the right to do so; his achievements put him on par with Percy Jackson and allowed them to walk as equals.

Underneath all of the shiny and uplifting morals to their triumphs, there was always a much sinister side hiding away and being lost to time. These kids had no idea of the emotional trials they had to go through, or the sacrifices they were forced to make. They were unworthy-

Jason quickly shook his head to get rid of such thoughts. He was being irrationally selfish and knew how dangerous that could be for someone like him, the Son of Jupiter.

After taking a few calming breaths, he let himself slump against a large tree and watched the rest of the canoeing class take place.

All boorish thoughts aside, Percy actually looked quite happy being back at camp, and he did in fact do well to reprimand those that weren't paying attention with a healthy dose of lake water. Jason laughed at the sight of a tendril of water smacking a stupefied Hermes camper's hand away from getting too close to Percy's rear; he'd almost forgotten that the April and the other naiads were hard at work protecting their Sea Prince from unwanted attention as well.

He flashed them a solidary thumbs up and received no less than twelve in return. It looked like he had a few more members to pencil into the Percy Protection Squad™.

And if he electrocuted some campers spying from the trees here and there, well, they were just going to have to prove it.

And Cut!

I told you there'd be Percy simping lol

Wow, this chapter was way harder to write than I thought. I was so glad I was able to give the Sea Queen her time in the limelight, she and Sally absolutely need a chapter together!

Not so much happened here other than some internal monologues, I felt it was necessary in order to really get things rolling.

As you could probably tell, I ADORE Jason and will have him and his bro be paired up very often!

Ah...I felt kinda broody while writing Triton's part, I know I made him a complex character but damn son YOU DON'T NEED TO GIVE ME FEELS WHILE I WRITE.

Ahem! So yeah, leave your thoughts in the reviews and me and this here writing bug *DF flashes you their backside* will see you next time!

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