The Lightning Thief: Male Reader.

A/N: btw, I'll officially be ending the voting session for OC or Annbeth once chapter 4 comes out.
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So, anyways, right after we got to our stop, Percy and I went our separate ways.

Look, I know there's a lot happening, but after Grover's constant rambling about "how this always happens" or "why does it always have to be sixth grade," Percy wanted to leave as soon as Grover bolted to the nearest bathroom.

At first, I wanted to go with him. I mean, we'd been through a lot together, and sticking close seemed like the smart thing to do. But something about Grover's panic, the way his voice cracked when he spoke, made me hesitate.

In the end, I insisted Percy head home and see his mom. I figured he needed it—something normal to hold onto.

We said goodbye, and I wished him luck. But as I watched him grab a taxi, a knot tightened in my stomach. Had I made a huge mistake letting him go?

Before I could dwell on it, Grover stumbled out of the bathroom, fumbling with his pants. I could've sworn I saw fur sticking out of them.

"Y-Y/N! Where's Percy? Where is he?" His voice was frantic—fear, confusion, and frustration all rolled into one.

"I... I don't know," I stupidly lied, and that only made him more panicked.

He bit his finger, his eyes darting around like he was expecting monsters to jump out of the shadows. "I'm supposed to... I'm supposed to protect him," Grover muttered, his head snapping up to meet my gaze.

"Y/N, we have to go to your place," he said suddenly.

"Why?" I asked, trying to make sense of anything that was happening.

"We have to meet your father, Adonis," he said, gripping my shoulders. His sweaty hands trembled, and his eyes burned with fear. "If something happens to Percy... you don't understand it, Y/N. He's not like other kids. None of us are."

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Later....
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The air in the taxi felt heavy, like the calm before a thunderstorm. Grover tapped his leg nervously, the rhythm grating on my already frayed nerves.

No matter how many times I pressed him for answers, he refused to explain. He kept saying my dad would tell me everything, but that didn't make sense. My dad barely had time for me, let alone some kid who'd barged into our lives out of nowhere.

And now Grover wanted to drag me into some kind of mess I didn't understand? I swear, I'm going to get gray hairs from all this urgency.

If you've been following my story, you've probably been wondering about my father. Yes, his name is Adonis—just like the guy from mythology who made the goddess of love and the queen of the Underworld fall in love with him.

People compare him to the Adonis in the stories all the time. He always laughs it off, saying he just "won the genetic lottery." But sometimes, I wonder if there's more to it than that.

I don't have much to say about him, honestly. My dad is... complicated. He's the kind of person who puts everything into being #1, whether it's at work, the gym, or hanging out with his endless stream of friends (most of whom are women).

Even with his packed schedule, he somehow managed to raise me—though most of our time together was spent with him pushing me to be just as perfect as he was.

I hated it. My mom wasn't around, and the majority of the time, my dad just wanted me to fit into his perfect little mold. Be like him, or be nothing at all.