Disclaimer: I have never read Percy Jackson, nor do I know who the fuck Jason and his relationship with a brick.
Jason sprints through the woods. The wind blowing his smooth, luscious golden locks. He pants hard to increase his airflow, but nothing will quench his throat's harsh burn for water. He hides behind a nearby tree to catch his breath.
He can't let the creatures find him. Danger lurks close by. With every passing moment, Jason tries to make himself invisible to the nearby enemies. The tension is so thick it is suffocating.
A few moments pass, and by some miracle, so does the danger.
When he deems it safe, Jason takes a few tentative steps out of his hiding spot. He starts to make his way back to camp half-blood. That encounter was too close, and the adrenaline is still pumping vigorously through his veins. Nerves running high.
He is so worried about the potential surrounding danger that he trips on an offending root and hits his head on a nearby brick for not the first time. In fact, this was the thirty-seventh time that Jason had encountered this specific brick on his adventures. They seemed to have an almost magnetic pull to each other. Some may even call it fate.
His head is pounding, teeth clenched. Jason is about to cuss out the offending brick when he suddenly realizes just who he bumped into.
"Damn, we can't keep meeting like this," he says in a flirty manner. "anymore, and I might get permanent brain damage," he says jokingly, secretly hoping that they meet again in the future.
The brick blushed red but stays quiet, clearly embarrassed by the repetitive encounters with Jason. Not because it is a brick and can't say anything. No, no, it is because she's embarrassed.
Jason picks up the brick and examines it closer this time than ever before. He notices a small black dot on the right fourth face of the brick. It is the most alluring and erotic mark he's ever seen. The marking charms him, unlike anything else.
He doesn't register how inappropriately close he is to the brick. When he realizes, he flushes with an embarrassed communist red.
" I'm sorry I didn't mean to get so close to you, do you mind?"
The brick again does not respond; Jason takes that as a no and continues his courting. (This is just a FanFiction, consent is IMPORTANT!)
Jason starts to unconsciously caress the brick slowly and gently, feeling all of the nooks and crevasses of the cold, dense brick. He is completely mesmerized by the perfect red bell pepper red luster hue of the brick.
He glides his hand across the surface of her skin(?). The intense bricktion is almost too much. The rough feel of the brick against his hand arouses his own little brick. The rustic scent permeates his nostrils. His heart is smelting. He could wait to "lay down" that brick if you know what I'm saying. *suggestive look*
"Um, I'm sorry I really need to go, but I'd love to see you again."
Back at camp half-blood, Jason recounts his tale to his matey, Percy. "Damn! she sounds like an exceptional brick, but…" Jason knew there was a but(t), there was always a but(t) when it came to his love life.
Percy never supports his love pursuits.
"bruh! Why can't you just support me for once" Jason yells in an angry tone.
"Isn't it obvious, I'm…." The desperate look on Percy's face conveys the love he feels for Jason, but in typical Jason fashion, he is ignorant of Percy's feelings.
"What?"
"...nothing...She just…. isn't the one for you."
"I know she can be a stone-cold bitch, but...DAMMIT, I LOVE HER, I WANT TO SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH THIS BRICK AND ONLY THIS BRICK, SHE IS MY FOUNDATION"
Percy looks down in shame; he knew he messed up this time. His heart aches for his lost love, he should apologize, but he can't bring himself to do it.
Jason storms off to find his red princess.
Jason and the brick spend the rest of their lives fucking and doing the nasty. And everyone lived happily ever after—the end.
Look out for the sequel, Percy, and the scaffolding.