Playing: [pretty boy – tv girl] ‎ 2:03━━●━━2:45 ♪ ♬ “oh, pretty boy (pretty boy) don’t think (don’t think)”

You always had plenty of nicknames for Percy – he was your boyfriend, after all.

But despite the plentiful amount of things you’d called him – seashell, scallop, bed head, love, even shellfish– you’d never seen him react so much to a simple nickname.

After eating breakfast together in the dining pavilion, you both agreed to spar in the arena, maybe take a swim in the lake once you’d finished. So, like clockwork, you chatted incessantly as you put on your armor and picked out a few new weapons to try – just for the fun of it. But once you both faced each other, in your usual stances, you said something that made the son of Poseidon’s head spin.

“Alright, come at me, Pretty Boy.”

Those six simple words made him come to a screeching halt, and you swore you could see the gears turning in his head.

“Wh– what’d you call me?” He blinks, incredulous, his jaw nearly slackening.

“…Pretty Boy?” You repeat, raising one eyebrow.

Percy looks utterly baffled, before his expression contorts again, now what you can only describe as flustered and wholly giddy. He drops Riptide, grinning as he closes the space between you, armor clanking as he buries his head in the crook of your neck.

“Just– just say it one more time,” He lets out a laugh that’s almost a sigh, one of his hands coming up to cup the back of your helmet-clad head.