#cabin 9

[sweetsdereese]

Leo is trying to see if he can somehow guess what’s inside his present with his powers.

[daughterofapollo-official]

If child of Hephaestus really loves you. He is forging the wedding, ring himself, and the engagement ring!

Doesn’t trust anyone else to perfectly symbolize how much they love you.

That ring they pour all their love into, and there’s like 50 other prototypes in a box somewhere in their workshop that they deemed not good enough to rest on your hand.



[poppitron360]

Underrated moment in TLH:

When Leo just fucking KNOWS how to fly a helicopter. He like puts a hand on it and can instantly recite the make and model, knows it’s top speed and altitude and how much fuel it has left. And then he fucking flies it. He’s 15, untrained, and unlicensed, and he’s flying a helicopter. Has anyone talked about how Hephaestus kids are seriously OP?

[nvirskies]

it's getting hot in here - c. la rue

warnings: reader is like half-naked? just no shirt on is all but reader is wearing a sports bra, nothing sexual just like a tad suggestive?, clarisse is a gay mess, kinda ooc clarisse, i know next to nothing about blacksmithing please hang in there with me, fem reader, no use of y/n, self-conscious reader, not beta read

summary: clarisse goes to pick up a custom order dagger from the forge when she's met with an unexpected sight.

hephaestus!daughter!reader x clarisse la rue

word count: 1.3k

taglist: @lvrue @azrielsdiary @b0ok-lover @star-girl69 @petitegavotte

from this post !

a/n: tbh might make this a multi part thing, at least a second part. also, so sorry this took so long to finish- i got sidetracked with a couple other things irl. hope you enjoy! men, nsfw, non-sapphics, 16- / 19+ dni

It was no secret the kids of Cabin 9 ran a side business to make some extra cash. It was pretty lucrative, given that there would always be a line of demigods waiting to have their weapon(s) of choice customized. Custom engravings, patterns cast into handles, ergonomic handpiece add-ons, and so much more. Name it, and it would be done for the right price, forged with impeccable quality.

And that was how Clarisse La Rue found herself heading to the forge just east of the strawberry fields with a thin paper in one hand and a small bag of golden drachmas in the other. The edges of the slip were just barely singed, and the writing on it looked nearly incomprehensible to many eyes, scribbled notes of her order confirmation and gods only knew what else. It didn’t matter to her, she just needed it to get her dagger and go.

Crowds parted for her like the Red Sea, once-lively conversations coming to a grinding halt as she walked straight through crowds and groups with nothing more than a glare and a sharp look in any general direction. 

In no time at all, the familiar sounds of machinery clanking, fire hissing and crackling, and hammers striking metal filled the air. It was the forge, the singular place where one could guarantee there would be at least one child of Hephaestus in there at all hours of the day. 

She pushed open the heavy metal door, swinging it wide open soundlessly despite its obvious weight. And what a sight she was greeted with. You were there alone, hunched over a piece of blisteringly hot metal, pounding away at it with a hammer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.

Something about you entranced her. 

She didn’t know if it was the way your hair was pulled into a low ponytail, some loose strands clinging to the sides of your face, the way you subconsciously bit your lip as you focused completely on the red-hot metal in front of you. Or perhaps, it was the way your muscles rippled in the dim firelight as you struck the metal again and again, a thin sheen of sweat covering the exposed portions of your skin from both the heat and the exertion. 

Maybe it was a combination or something else entirely. 

As she gazed at you, a light blush dusted her cheeks as she came to the realization that you weren’t wearing much while working. The heat of the forge had led you to forgo wearing a shirt entirely, said shirt reduced to a tiny, crumpled gray bundle of fabric in the corner of the room. You were left wearing a sports bra, dusted with ash and soot and a pair of baggy sweatpants resting just above your hips.

It wasn’t as if Clarisse had never seen people dressed in less before. Hell, she’d seen her own fair amount of skin for various reasons. But this time, it seemed different. The slip of paper and bag of coins in her hands were forgotten momentarily as she simply stared at you from the doorway.

The way the dim light of the roaring furnace illuminated you from behind gave you an almost ethereal glow, the edges of the flames flickering around your moving silhouette. 

She could see the muscles in your arm and shoulder tensing and relaxing with every ever-so-precise swing of the hammer, and she found herself silently watching you work from the doorway. 

Ultimately, it was the soft clinking coming from the bag of drachmas Clarisse held in her hand that drew your attention away from the project in front of you. Your head snapped up, tense and a tad startled from the sudden sound, having been so zoned into your work that you hadn’t noticed her presence. 

The hammer in your hand dropped to the metal workbench with a loud clang, the sound reverberating throughout the forge, ripping Clarisse from the glossed-over, hazy look in her eyes as she watched you move just moments ago, having been completely and utterly under your spell.

“Shit-!” you exclaimed, jumping slightly and wincing at the harsh sound, eyes widening further as you’re greeted with the sight of a Clarisse who seemed far too casual compared to how she normally treated campers, especially given her outward distaste towards children of Hephaestus. 

And all of a sudden, you’re all too aware of your lack of a shirt and your cheeks flare with an embarrassed bright red flush.

Flushed the same color as the heated metal in front of you, Clarisse noted absentmindedly. It wasn’t a look she didn’t like. But of course, she would never admit that. The big, bad Clarisse La Rue flustered over something as insignificant as muscles on a girl? Impossible.

Her attention is drawn back to you, observing as you scurry to the other side of the room to grab your stashed-away shirt, slipping the loose grey fabric over your body, any and all views of the muscles she had seen just moments prior completely disappearing in a matter of seconds.

After having taken a few calming breaths, you steeled yourself for a barrage of snarky remarks that you were sure would come spewing out of the Ares cabin counselor’s mouth like acid out of the myrmeke’s mouths, but they never came.

Instead, you’re greeted with the sight of a Clarisse who seemed to be a bit flustered? Her eyes didn’t meet yours for a moment before she straightened herself out. Before your very eyes, you watched her cool and collected facade slip over her like a mask, and that trademark smirk of hers tugged at the corners of her lips.

“I’m here to pick up an order, under my name,” she remarks, holding up the bag of drachmas and thin slip of paper in an outstretched hand. Her gaze seemed like it was scrutinizing everything about your appearance from the baggy grey shirt that hung loosely over your frame to the soot just barely smudged on your forehead. Whether it was a good or bad look you had no idea, subconsciously shrinking into the shadows of the dimly lit forge.

“Right, right, La Rue…” you trail off nervously, scanning the room for the rack that held completed orders and leafing through the tags attached to each object. “La Rue, La Rue, La Rue, where is it-?” you muse to yourself, repeating her last name in a hushed tone until the sight of it comes into view. The dagger she had ordered was at the edge of the table, with the request for a heavyweight handle and an etching of her initials into the butt of it.

Normally, Clarisse would have found your behavior annoying if it were coming from anyone else, but oddly enough, she quite liked the way her last name rolled off your tongue. It felt almost natural, too natural. Quickly, she brushed away the lingering thoughts about how you had looked almost god-like with the flame from the roaring furnace glowing behind you, the thoughts of what your skin would feel like under her hands. 

After a beat of silence, you grabbed said dagger, placed a little ball of clay over its razor-sharp tip, and slipped it into a small drawstring bag, pulling it closed. 

“That’ll be five golden drachmas, La Rue, or fifteen silver ones. Whatever works for you” you say as you hand her the bag, other hand outstretched for the paper she held and to take the coins. She dropped the five golden coins in your palm and grabbed the bag to turn on her heel and walk out without another word.

Or so you thought.

“Thanks for the weapon. I’ll see you around, pretty girl.”

[aphroditeinthesea]

“ lipstick on your face (so it goes) ”

leo valdez x female!reader 🔨

leo realizes the power of makeup

⚠️ makeout, slightly spicy

˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖ 𐙚 ˖ ݁𖥔 ݁˖

“Can I do your makeup?”

He looked up at her from what he was currently working on, “what?”

“Come on,” she frustratedly threw her head back, “I’m bored and you’re pretty.”

He smirked, “I am pretty,” he sighed as he stretched out his arms.

She raised her eyebrow, leaning closer to him from the chair she was sitting on, “so you’ll let me?”

He stayed silent for a minute. He looked away, then back at her.

“No one else will see it!”

“My siblings-“

“I love you.”

“Why would you say that?!” He laughed. He slid his hands down his face, “you can do my makeup,” he finally caved in.

Her smile grew, “I’ll be right back,” and with that, she pecked his lips before running out the door.

Minutes later, she came back holding a pink sparkly bag, that Leo could only compare to a lunchbox. She placed the bag on the table next to his tools.

“I‘ll start with concealer,” she began, grabbing a small bottle that was so not his shade.

“Babe,” he laughed, “I don’t think that’ll work.”

She rolled her eyes, placing dots under each of his eyes, “you’ll live.” She grabbed an eyeshadow palette next. As she opened it, he swore it smelled like vanilla frosting, “what color do you want?”

He glanced at the palette, “f/c,” he answered, looking back at her again. Did he really care for that color? Not until he met her.

“You’re not just saying that?”

“You love that color and I love you, so it’s perfect,” he smiled.

She felt her heartbeat slightly pick up speed as she watched his lips. She grabbed the brush, blending the color onto his eyelid. She tightly held onto his jaw to make sure he didn’t move.

She stood back, tilting her head as though she were examining a painting. She nodded to herself before taking out a black tube.

“No way.”

She giggled, “what? Are you scared?”

He shook his head, “I just know you don’t have the steadiest hands.”

“You can trust me,” she tried to convince him. She opened the tube and straddled his lap to get a better view of his eye, “it would, you know, accentuate your already amazing eye shape.”

He held onto her hips to steady her, “you need to stop flattering me,” he joked.

She bit her lip as she smiled. She leaned into him, beginning to brush the liner onto his eye.

He couldn’t help but pay all his attention to her bubblegum scented breath fanning his face. His eyes twitched slightly, but he overall was too distracted by trying not just throw her onto the table and kiss her lips right then and there.

She screwed the cap back onto the eyeliner, placing it back in the bag, “that’s all done at least,” she turned back to her boyfriend and wrapped her arms around his neck.

“Is that all?” He questioned as his thumbs traced circles on her hips.

She paused for a minute, “one more thing.” She leaned back, pulling out a lip gloss. He puckered his lips as he thought she was about apply it to him. But instead, she glossed her own lips before putting the gloss away.

Before he had a chance to question her, his lips were taken over by the warmth of her own. He fell into the kiss as his eyes closed. He could feel the stickiness of the gloss being transferred to his mouth but he couldn’t have cared less, because all he cared about right now was pulling her as close to him as possible. His hands traveled down her body which made her press further into him.

She took her lips away for only a second so she could whisper, “you really are pretty,” she moved a stray strand of hair out of his face.

He laughed, “I know.”

“Shut up,” she added before leaning into another kiss. That was when Leo knew he would be asking her to do his makeup a lot more often.

[girlkisser13]

cabin headcanons masterlist

a/n: these are all my personal headcanons. i will be making ones for more minor gods.

cabin 1- zeus ⚡️

cabin 3- poseidon 🌊

cabin 4- demeter 🪴

cabin 5- ares ⚔️

cabin 6- athena 🧠

cabin 7- apollo ☀️

cabin 8- artemis 🌙

cabin 9- hephaestus 🛠️

cabin 10- aphrodite 💗

cabin 11- hermes ⚕️

cabin 12- dionysus 🍷

cabin 13- hades 💀

cabin 14- iris 🌈

cabin 15- hypnos 💤

cabin 16- nemesis ⚖️

cabin 17- nike 🏆

cabin 18- hebe 🍶

cabin 19- tyche 🎰

cabin 20- hecate 🪄

cabin 21- hestia 🔥

cabin 22- thanatos 🪦

cabin 23- morpheus 🛌

cabin 24- melinoe 👻

cabin 25- persephone 🌸

cabin 26- eros 💘

cabin 27- nyx 🌌

[bimb0fy]

— 01; mender

pairings; luke castellan x hephaestus!reader

summary; you always were a mender, a creator. yet your knowledge of swords, not the best, so imagine to your surprise, the luke castellan asked you for a sword, not your brother alex who always exceeded in the task.

warnings; nothing!!

wordcount; 825 words

a/n; can u guys tell one of my hyperfixasions is watching documentaries about how blacksmiths do shit 🤩

ᵐᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡⁱˢᵗ!! | ⁿᵃᵛⁱᵍᵃᵗⁱᵒⁿ!!

-> You were a creator, being blessed by your father, hephaestus, and gaining fire abilities, a once in a hundred year miracle, you were instantly crowned favorite.

Not that any of your siblings complained, you were a Saint in their eyes.

So imagine to your surprise, when the Luke Castellan specifically requested for you to make him a new sword.

Even though you were your father's favorite, you weren't the best sword mender, you exceeded in mending and blacksmithing obviously, but your brother Alex, he had the honor of best sword mender.

"So, can you make one for me?" Luke asked you as you held the bag of chips in your hand, a foot on the table as you sat comfortably on the chair, eyes widened.

"Uh, yeah. Sure." You stuttered as you stood up. "You sure you want me? I mean Alex prays for you to ask him to make you a sword, he'd probably drop Mr. D's orders for you."

"Yeah, I want you." Luke smirked as you smiled. You tied your hair into a ponytail, taking your goggles as you raised your sleeves. "So, I always wanted to know how you make swords."

"Cmon I'll show you." You smiled, throwing an apron towards him with a matching pair of goggles.

"Twins." He joked as he put them on, you laughed as he stood by the station. You walked towards the cabinets, taking out the steel as you plopped it down to your station.

You had your own station in its own room, with huge windows and a rather delicate decoration, nothing you'd expect for a child of Hephaestus.

You went ahead to heat up the steal, Lule stared at awe as you held the metal, pressing on it as you heated it up, grabbing the hammer to shape the dagger once it was done.

The clacking louder then usual as you knew Luke held many swords, he'd instantly know a faulty one against a perfect weapon. Watching it men, you repeated until you deemed it presentable.

You dipped it into the oil, waiting for a few minutes before you took it out, the steam escaping as you placed it onto the desk.

Luke stared at the sword, bending down to look at it at eye level. "Isn't it supposed to be sharper?" Luke whispered as you looked at him, you couldn't hear him as you already began mending the handle.

"What?" You asked him as he smiled at you.

"No I just said its perfect." Luke smiled as you nodded, a smile shifting to your lips but you knew he wanted to say something else, you took off your goggles, grabbing the dagger as you looked at it.

"It isn't sharp enough, huh that's weird." You mumbled as you heated the blade once more, taking the hammer to fix your error as Luke sighed in relief. "You knew. Why didn't you say anything?"

"I mean, it's your territory, not mine." Luke shrugged. A lie. An obvious lie.

"Whatever you say Castellan." You smiled, as soon as you fixed your error and finished the handle, you stuck the two together, double checking as Luke leaned in beside you, looking at the sword.

"It's bigger then usual." Luke mentioned as you hummed in agreement.

"Thought you might need an upgrade. Go ahead, try it." You smiled at him as he nodded, he took the sword, holding it into his hand as he threw it to the other repeatedly.

"It's lighter, how did you do that?" Luke asked you, you winked in reply.

"It's my little secret." You smirked as he smiled. He spun it in his hands, looking between the blade and the handle, noting something carved on the handle. "It's your initials, and a little design I thought suited you."

He stared at the hoop, smiling as he took out his pendant from his shirt, it was tbe same design. "Thank you, really." He smiled at you as you shrugged it off with a smile.

"It's no thing." You smiled. You packed cleaned the area, Luke assisting you before taking off the apron and goggles. He took the sword, smiling as he held it before bidding you goodbye.

You went along to your cabin, taking a shower before going to lunch.

You sat down next to Alex, he was probably your best friend, he, no matter what, was always there for you. "A little birdie told me you mended a sword for the Luke Castellan. My my what luck you have." Alex joked as you rolled your eyes, smiling as you ate your mac and cheese.

"Hey mender. Thanks for the sword, it works like a charm." Luke winked at the last part, you smiled before tucking the hair behind your ear.

"It's no big deal. I'm glad you like it." You smiled at him as he raised his leg onto the place beside you, leaning in.

"I'll see you at the bonfire mender."

[star-mannnn]

Imagine the Apollo, Athena, Aphrodite, Hephaestus, and Dionysus cabins working together to have a yearly musical at camp half-blood.

The Apollo kids write the songs

The Dionysus kids write the script

Athena and Aphrodite kids make the costumes

Hephaestus and Athena kids make the set

This is the only time that Dionysus acts interested in the camp

[ottpopfic]

I fucking love writing parental Leo because that man will just throw kids. I headcanon Cabin 9 as one of the ones who will just tackle each other and roll around in minor roughhousing as a form of affection. There all canonically very strong, they can do it with each other easily. Now here Leo is with kids just turning them upside down and shaking them and tossing them around. Kids love that shit, but it gives Jason anxiety because ‘what if you drop them!’ But Leo never does because he's been doing it with his cabin siblings for forever.

[bugwolfsstuff]

The demigods should look and be more inhuman

Like theyre half god!

Give me Dionysus kids with horns, wild eyes and sharp teeth that could rip your dang throat out if they get too riled up because Dionysus has the eiphet of flesheater and is more than the god of wine and partying!

Give me Poseidon kids with gills!

Give me Hades kids with slightly translusent skin like a ghost!

Give me Hephaestus kids made from fire and Hephaestus kids made from clay like Pandora!

Give me Hermes kids with tiny wings on their ankles or wings around their ears!

I am tired so someone give me more ideas in reblogs

[demigod-gang]

Rating all the cabins by how they are as patience on average according to me Will Solace

Cabin 1: 5/10 (I’ve only had Jason as a patient but he is constantly getting concussions to the point I had to make him wear a helmet cause he’d refuse)

Cabin 2: there are no members of cabin 2

Cabin 3: 2/10 (Percy oh my gods stop doing dumb shit and sending armies of people to the infirmary during capture the flag)

Cabin 4: 9/10 (they are great. They listen to me. A lot of the meditation comes from plants so they help a lot)

Cabin 5: 3/10 (not only do they get sent to the infirmary all the time but you also suck as patients cause so many lie about their symptoms to seem tough. Don’t tell me the pain is a 0 out of 10 when I am looking at your broken hand)

Cabin 6: 6/10 (sometimes they are the best patients and listen to me and give me detailed descriptions of their pain and symptoms. Other times they think they know more than me and try to “um actually” me.)

Cabin 7: 1/10 (doctors are the worst patients and that applies here)

Cabin 8: idk I’ve never had a hunter of Artemis patient

Cabin 9: 4/10 (stop doing dumb shit! A lot of injuries from their inventions malfunctioning. Sometimes won’t go to the infirmary until they finish an invention)

Cabin 10: 7/10 (pretty good patients. Sometimes will be annoying or try to flirt/set you up with someone while you are working. But so long as you give them pretty bandages or cast/slings they are fine)

Cabin 11: 6/10 (actually good patients a lot of the time. Help proverbs a lot of the stuff in the infirmary. The Stoll brothers lower the rating though because their pranks send a lot of patients my way)

Cabin 12: 7/10 (good patients surprisingly. Listens very well. Though sometimes struggles to explain their symptoms but they try their best)

Cabin 13: 10/10 (the best patients. So great. They are amazing. I’m not biased what are you talking about)

@crow-collective15 what do y'all think?

[sweetsdereese]

He’s a child of Hephaestus, a pyromancer, so why do fireworks scare him now? Why do they now remind him of his own death?

[iheartgirlzn]

hc that all the aphrodite kids are duos with/dating an ares or hephaestus kid somehow

leo and piper (obviously). they’re best friends and practically siblings.

nyssa and drew. LESBIANS. THEY ARE GIRLFRIENDS. need i say more??

silena and clarisse/charles. charles is silena’s boyfriend and silena is clarisse’s girlfriend. (this is canon rick told me himself.)

mitchell and jake are friends… MAYBE boyfriends. idk i just think mitchell having a crush on half of cabin 9 is rlly funny.

AND THEN harley & lacy!!! they’re best friends and bully their siblings together :3

[poppitron360]

Rick Riordan: If I had a nickel for every time a son of Hephaestus died heroically in an explosion in the fifth book in my series, I’d have two nickels.

Rick Riordan: Which isn’t a lot, but it’s weird that it happened twice.

Rick Riordan: Unless…

Me *Standing protectively in front of of Harley*: No, Rick- please!!

[tmnt-reticent]

I was rereading Chapter 10 of Ret (through @starlaindisguise ‘s beta reading notes because that is the superior way to read ret chapters 🔥🔥🔥) and I went WAIT HOLD ON I CAN USE THIS 😈😈🔥🔥🔥

Setting up stuff for Season 5 in Season 1 has short term benefits too because now Mikey can talk about Big Mama to Prodigy Donnie HELL YEAH‼️‼️🗣️🗣️💯💯🔥🔥‼️‼️ He is yapping so much bro isn’t even giving Prodigy a chance to get a word in 😭😭

I HOPE I DID UR BOY JUSTICE @koolaidashley RAHHHH I LOVE HIM SM 🥺🥺💖💖💖💖 I WILL DRAW HIM MORE SOON 😈😈🔥🔥🔥

@tmnt-fandom-family-reunion

Silly little script for the second image below the cut because I knew if I hand wrote this without a plan before hand it would not go well WHAJBSJAND

The Venus slander was uncalled for fr 😞💔

[nvirskies]

little snippet of the clarisse x daughter of hephaestus thing that blew up a couple days ago in the works!

title (wip): it's getting hot in here

unedited rough draft!

lmk if you wanna be on the taglist for this and/or future clarisse pieces!

It was no secret the kids of Cabin 9 ran a side business to make some extra cash. It was pretty lucrative, given that there would always be a line of demigods waiting to have their weapon(s) of choice customized. Custom engravings, patterns cast into handles, ergonomic handpiece add-ons, and so much more. Name it, and it would be done for the right price, forged with impeccable quality.

And that was how Clarisse La Rue found herself heading to the forge just east of the strawberry fields with a thin paper in one hand and a small bag of golden drachmas in the other. The edges of the slip were just barely singed, and the writing on it looked nearly incomprehensible to many eyes, scribbled notes of her order confirmation and gods only knew what else. It didn’t matter to her, she just needed it to get her dagger and go.

Crowds parted for her like the Red Sea, once-lively conversations coming to a grinding halt as she walked straight through crowds and groups with nothing more than a glare and a sharp look in any general direction. 

In no time at all, the familiar sounds of machinery clanking, fire hissing and crackling, and hammers striking metal filled the air. The forge, the singular place where one could guarantee there would be at least one child of Hephaestus in there at all hours of the day. 

She pushed open the heavy metal door, swinging it wide open soundlessly despite its obvious weight. And what a sight she was greeted with. You were there alone, hunched over a piece of blisteringly hot metal, pounding away at it with a hammer in one hand and a pair of tongs in the other.

Something about you entranced her.