Rie's PJO Library
A collection filled with Percy Jackson content as collected by Rie12. The collection of stories may be completed, in hiatus, or currently on-going.
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Of Manhattan by Chaotic_Dumbass_Rogue
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types, Ancient Greek Religion & Lore
10 Sep 2026
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"I really hate to say this, but if the Athenide lived, she wouldn't let things be like this."
"What are you suggesting?"
A smile, normally easy going when paired with humor, looked evil in the shadows combined with the scar.Series
- Part 3 of The Athenide
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bloody teeth and cursed sight by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
28 Apr 2025
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Percy had always seen more than he should. As long as he could remember, he’d dogged the footsteps of long-dead, ancient heroes in his dreams—Heracles, Theseus, Odysseus, Perseus, Achilles—sometimes the heroes he watched were younger, more recent, sometimes he stared at their faces in his waking hours too because he knew them, sometimes he watched himself.
His first dream had been the death of Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus, and he'd woken with phantom claws in his skin and dazzling light bursting across his eyelids. The death of a hero, he’d known then, even at the tender age of seven.
He’d thought then that he’d understood his destiny. He was the seer, the prophet, not the hero.
Then he’d learned who his father was, and he’d realized his destiny was that of a hero’s, too.
A hero, like the kind he watched in his dreams—Heracles, Theseus, Odysseus, Perseus, Achilles.
They thought him to be Achilles, he knew, though they never said it to his face. Great, brilliant, shining, god-like. Doomed.
Sword in hand, Olympus at his back, Percy was beginning to realize that he wasn’t Achilles.
He was Paris.
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- Part 5 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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Luck Runs Out by Rie12 for MintTea3219
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan, Percy Jackson and the Olympians & Related Fandoms - All Media Types
29 Apr 2025
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People say that you should "Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care"
And yet, Annabeth seems to smirk at it, confident that she would always have Percy on her beck and call.
Piper begs to differ.
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wide eyes and bared teeth by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
07 Feb 2025
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Chris Rodriguez never recognized Percy. Never acknowledged him past mindless babbles and the occasional wordless cry.
And yet, every weekend, like clockwork, Percy went back to his room. Sat at his bedside and endured his maddened rambles. Ignored the sting of madness prickling his spine.
Percy sat, and he kept his friend company. Spoke softly and calmly as he told his friend about his week, never raising his voice, never letting any negative emotion bleed through into his tone. Brushed through his hair carefully, when Chris let him, and untangled the knots with gentle patience.
Week after week, Percy returned to camp.
Chris Rodriguez never recognized Percy, and, these days, Percy didn’t recognize him either.
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- Part 4 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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bent knees and curled shoulders by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
21 Dec 2024
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Percy knew it wasn’t a good idea for him to accompany Thalia and Annabeth to Westover Hall. He couldn’t explain it to them—not without spilling a whole host of secrets—but a feeling of cold dread filled his bones every time he thought about their upcoming trip.
Not to mention, Percy’s dreams the week leading up to the mission had been full of snowy cliffs and long falls in which he always woke before he hit the ground. The two children of Hades crouched on the edge of the cliff, cowering from something Percy never managed to see. He always saw himself, though, placing himself between the two demigods and whatever had them trapped on the edge of a cliff.
Every dream ended with a fall, and Percy woke up sure he was about to smash into the ground hard enough to break every bone in his body.
Nothing good would come from Westover Hall, Percy knew, but Grover had asked for help, and Percy could never ignore a friend in need.
He was beginning to think he should learn how to, though.
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- Part 3 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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bitten tongues and heavy eyes by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
11 Nov 2024
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Every night for the past two weeks, Percy Jackson has had the same exact dream. To most people, that would be an odd happenstance but nothing to write home about. To Percy, who's dreams had always shown him more than most and, more importantly, had almost never repeated themselves, the repetition of this one specific scene was...concerning, to say the least. Every night he woke with the searing heat of a poisoned tree running through his veins, and every night he fell apart just a little bit more.
The more Percy's dreams repeated, the more obvious it became that they wouldn't stop showing him the same thing over and over again until Percy fixed the problem. The problem being the dying tree that had once been Thalia Grace, daughter of Zeus.
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- Part 2 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse
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silent tongues speak no prophecies by Tatortot367
Fandoms: Percy Jackson and the Olympians - Rick Riordan
11 Oct 2024
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Percy was seven the first time he woke screaming, the taste of blood in his mouth and the howling of hounds resounding throughout his head. His mom rushed into his room to cradle him in her arms. When she asked, he bit his tongue, told her only of dogs chasing after him. He didn’t tell her of the boy with the goat legs, the pain of being torn apart, and the warm light that engulfed him at the end. She held him until he fell back asleep. Elsewhere, a young daughter of Zeus made her final stand.
Percy was nine when he opened his eyes, phantom lightning crawling over his skin and the echoes of a woman’s last moments still ringing in his ears. If he closed his eyes, he could still see the twin onyx eyes staring back at him.
When his mother told him the story of his namesake, of Perseus the son of Zeus, he didn't tell her he already knew. Had already seen a mother and her infant set adrift in a raging storm, watched a boy travel far and slay monsters for the sake of his mother’s safety. But he didn’t tell her this. He was young, but he knew already what happened to people like him. People who see.
He was no prophet; he would not suffer their fate. He would bite his tongue and let the prophecies pass him by.
Series
- Part 1 of silent tongues speak no prophecies verse