#bartimaeus au

[jewishicequeen]

Post PG AU where they’re stuck together after the fight.

I call it “the Greedling Situation” because that’s basically how I picture them.

The gist is that a moment before Nathaniel finished the release, Bartimaeus released the staff, triggering the explosion. Then when it tore through Nathaniel’s body he repieced it together, shaping the hurt tissues with his essence, effectively saving Nathaniel’s life but also sticking them together more severely.

Because Bartimaeus isn’t fully protected inside Nat’s body but is forming some of it outwards, silver and iron do have an effect. They also use a cane because I’m NOT making a post-PG AU where Nathaniel just walks it off, sue me. CHRONIC PAIN FOR THESE BITCHESSSSSS

Another important note is that Bartimaeus isn’t truely bound to Nathaniel here- he can change shape or leave at any time. Doing so would very much kill Nat though

Some doodles of it too. Bart has gotten control over makeup and accessorising because Nat wouldn’t budge on the clothes.

It’s all very much still up in the air and I’m still thinking. Might use it as a baseline for the bartprompts week works.

[nathaniel-underwood-is-an-intj]

You know what Nathaniel Underwood needed?

A three hour session in a rage room.

[fauna-a]

VI The Lovers

¡Reincarnation AU! Who knows me knows I have a soft spot for these two.

Life has its own way to slam doors in your face. You lived for millennia and millennia, dodging death with virtuosity and grace; when your time came, you accepted the Dark Lady’s hand with the same grace, almost looking forward the upcoming rest.[1]

And instead, the universe had found a way to tell me one more time how incomparable and unique was my presence on Earth; and, if that wasn’t enough, had made me human.

Talk about good luck.

It was a very different Earth compared to the one I’d left: no magic, no spirits, no Other Place to my knowledge. In other ways, instead, it was sadly the same, see wars, violence, assorted spite.

In my other life, I had met humans who believed in reincarnation, but no one had ever applied the concept to spirits, maybe because no one thought we had a soul. And instead, look at this: until now, I had met only spirits transmuted (can’t find a better word) in humans.[2] Maybe things  were going like this: in the other world humans went on and beyond, while we had to do all the procedures. Bah.

The gust of wind preceding the metro coming distracted me; the train came, the doors opened, people came out… A girl bumped lightly into me with her shoulder; she had long dark hair gathered in cornrows whose tips were dyed green. That green made something spring in me, a recognition.

Without thinking twice, I turned around and followed her,[3] hoping to not receive some pepper spray (very much justified anyway).

«Excuse me!»

She turned around suddenly, and I recognised her without a doubt. Don’t ask me why or how, but I knew it was her.

«Queezle?»

«Bartimaeus!»

In my other life, I had never been used to hug people; it wasn’t something you did among spirits, that usually don’t have a body. And, well, it’s not I was going around hugging humans.[4]

But Queezle had always been particular, different; and I wasn’t surprised to find her in my arms. She was very thin: I could feel her shoulders’ bones under my hands.

«I was wondering when you’ll show up» she muttered; she had those stupid airpods on her ears, with a cascade of earrings. «You have to tell me everything».

«Nah» I shrugged. «Nothing much to say. Saved the world once or twice, dead, came here. Nothing more».

Her bony arms couldn’t let me go. «Idiot. I’ve missed you».

Hugs, huh. Maybe a thing that humans got right in all the world there was.

[1] Some humans believed there was a place after death, sort of reward (or punishment) because of your conduct during your life. I had never thought about it. But maybe it would be nice getting some rest in company of some old friends… Even if I doubted that spirits humans could end up in the same place, if it even existed.

[2] Yes, I had met Jabor. No, it hadn’t been pleasant. No, I won’t elaborate because we both were in a phase of a life when humans are barely sentient.

[3] I just had to go to work, after all. A human nonsense.

[4] Unless it was a way to stab them in the back.

[alex-lif]

In this night before going asleep my brain give me not such funny thought

Nathaniel in modern au not going to be able to do art study or something bc he most likely will be forced to go in some law college or shit

(Just like many creative kids who was forced to study medicine or become lawyers bc "those drawings will not earn a roof on your head for you")

[kostantina]

I love watching and listening to videos in Czech, I love how they help make my imagination alive about the Holy Roman Empire in the Bartimaeus Sequence and its personification from Hetalia. It's so fun imagining Holy Rome speaking the language. It's beautiful-sounding, and it has magical/sorcery/witchcraft vibes for me, both in how it sounds and how it is written, fitting for a dominant realm of magic that had been HRE in the book series before the fire- British nation attacked. It also sounds cool and sophisticated, fitting to be the lingua franca of such a powerful Empire or possibly Europe in general, considering its reach compared to its real-life counterpart. Alsoooo, it's fun to imagine England/Arthur speaking in Czech like a native, having learned it well, considering that Czech-based HRE was his rival empire which dominated Europe. At the same time, it's fun to imagine him speaking it badly, whether on purpose or not. Reminds me of that moment in The Golem's Eye where Nathaniel was said to be speaking it with a British accent.

[whumpster-fire]

Bartimaeus Sequence AU where in Golem's Eye Nathaniel is like "No there is no way I am summoning Bartimaeus again I am not stupid enough to summon a djinni who knows my birth name" but he's desperate to find a competent spirit and then he remembers that Bartimaeus recommended Faquarl's name, and he takes him up on that.

Bonus points if he does summon Bartimaeus but just to confirm that Faquarl was in fact the guy who broke him out of the Tower of London and otherwise fact-check his resume, leaving Bartimaeus torn between not wanting to praise Faquarl or acknowledge his achievements and wanting to get him stuck working with an annoying little twerp.

Double Bonus Points if Faquarl recognizes Nathaniel from the kitchen at Heddleham Hall and figures out what happened, and on one hand thinks the kid will be easier to manipulate than Makepeace, but on the other hand he is not letting Bartimaeus get away with this so he keeps being like: "Oh, well, this sort of thing isn't my area of expertise, but my old associate and worthy adversary Bartimaeus would be perfect for this job." Leading to Nathaniel summoning both of them and the rest of Golem's Eye being a complete disaster of a "buddy" comedy where they bicker the entire time and piss Nathaniel off but he refuses to dismiss either of them because he knows damn well if either one of them wins the "annoy master until he dismisses you first and gets the other one stuck in your service" competition the the other will become even worse.

[scribefindegil]

tfw you have a crossover/au idea where you're like "listen this would never work because the themes and stakes and worldbuilding are all so different in incompatible ways and you can't really map the characters onto each other satisfyingly and there are a zillion other reasons I will never make this an actual thing. HOWEVER that will not stop me from microwaving the concept in my mind for many days."

[nadiajustbe]

Listen

Au, in which Faquarl has a prestigious restaurant where he works as a chef, and Bartimaeus and Nathaniel suddenly come there on a date.

[silverfeatheredserpent]

Illustration for the fanfiction "The town where we were cursed"

PG AU Nathaniel was rescued after the explosion, and now he remains one of the few powerful wizards in London.

Ordinary people are unhappy, the city is on the verge of chaos. John Mandrake takes over the management of the remnants of the government, but it is sorely lacking for everyone at once. And then someone else got into the habit of brutally killing wizards.

Unable to cope with this alone, and also lost in himself after the rise of the demons, Nathaniel again calls Bartimaeus to help him solve a series of terrible crimes.

Some time later, Bartimaeus and Nathaniel manage to find out that the wizards were killed by their own spirits under the influence of an unknown artifact.

When they manage to find the culprit, Nathaniel accidentally falls under the influence of this curse… (I like this simple illustration, so I decided to post it here, thank you)

[tarragonthedragon]

Greetings, fellow Bartimates!

It is once again almost that time of the year: time for the annual Bartimaeus Sequence Prompt Week!

This year, it will run from Monday 7th April to Sunday 13th April with further reminders closer to the date. As for the prompts, we've partnered with Kitty's old workplace - "The Frog Inn" - and whipped up not one, but two prompt menus for you to pick and choose from!

Every menu offers a choice of 5 different daily prompts for you to play around with (counting the drink itself as well). You are free to interpret them as you wish, combine different prompts or stick to just one per day, and hop between lists depending on what gets your creative juices flowing.

The medium of choice is up to you: fanart, fanfic, cosplay, aesthetic boards, music, paper crafts, everything is welcome - go frogwild, remember to tag your delicious creations with #bartprompts25!

MORNING MENU:

Americano - 07.04 slice of life, bittersweet, AU: meet-cute, Kitty

English Breakfast - 08.04 hurt/comfort, canon-compliant, library, Nathaniel

Hot chocolate - 09.04 cuddling, warm & cozy, AU: everyone lives, Mr Button

Frappé - 10.04 casual, banter, pre-canon, Rebecca Piper

Smoothie - 11.04 domestic fluff, costume ball, AU: animals, Asmira

Fruit juice - 12.04 comedy, action/adventure, AU: sci-fi, Queezle

Soda pop - 13.04 fluff, friendship, AU: fix-it, the resistance

EVENING MENU:

Champagne - 07.04 elegance, jealousy, AU: high fantasy, Jane Farrar

Wine - 08.04 drama, character study, AU: royalty, Solomon

Gin and tonic - 09.04 blood & injury, favourite spirit, AU: roleswap, Faquarl

Vodka martini - 10.04 crack, post-canon, mythical creatures, Bartimaeus

Jägerbomb - 11.04 London, fire, fight/violence, Jabor

Suffering bastard - 12.04 hurt/no comfort, horror, sickness, Honorius

Blood and sand - 13.04 character death, grief/mourning, bad ending, Ptolemy

[jewishicequeen]

Bartprompts 3: Roleswap

Young magician apprentice Clara Bell, a blue-eyed djinn, and a mysterious boy from the resistance…

[oleanderandwatermelons]

FOLKS! Do you want to help someone in need? Do you want to get a nice ficlet in exchange?

EDIT 11 march 2025: the initiative is now paused due to personal reasons

I, @saint-oleander (here on Ao3)*, am here for you.

Due to a constant increase of requests for help and my current lack of funds, I have decided that for any donation to a fundraiser after sept 1st I will write a ficlet to whomever may request it**.

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FANDOMS, below the cut:

*List in alphabetical order and subject to updates

911 abc

Bartimaeus Sequence

Good Omens

Haikyuu!! (mainly Karasuno and their orbit)

Koe no Katachi (manga and movie)

Koisenu Futari

Lockwood and Co.

MCU (I stopped watching at Endgame so do not stray further)

One Piece (manga, live action)

Ranma 1/2

Spy x Family

The Hobbit trilogy

The Lord of the Rings

The Umbrella Academy (except for season 4)

The Witcher (Netflix series)

[saint-oleander]

And savour it all

Chapter three - Fruit juice

So that was a thing they were doing, taking a stranger with them without discussing it even a second. One day, Queezle was going to strangle Bartimaeus in his sleep and throw his body out of the airlock, and everyone would have seen it coming.

READ IT ON AO3

written for this year Bartimaeus Sequence Prompt Week - morning menu day 6: Fruit juice (comedy, action/adventure, AU: sci-fi, Queezle)

due to time constraints, this year @fauna-a and I are splitting prompts. you can find her entries here:

☕ Day one - Americano☕

🍫 Day three - Hot Chocolate 🍫

🥃 Day five - Jägerbomb 🥃

[fauna-a]

I Americano [Morning menu]

Slice of life, bittersweet, AU: meet-cute, Kitty

He saw her every morning on the Tube, at ten to eight sharp. Earphones on, sometimes a book in her hand, dark hair down or up in a ponytail. Sometimes they were far from each other, other times so close they could brush against each other’s elbow, but Nathaniel had never spoken to her. He wasn’t the guy who chatted up girls on the Tube, especially if it wasn’t even eight in the morning and if the girls had a quite resolved face to deter anyone who wanted to accost them. Rightly so, said Nathaniel to himself.

His flatmate, who in some mysterious way always managed to get told everything, had laughed for five good minutes and then said: «That’s so you, Nat. Falling in love with a girl on the Tube. Very romantic».

«I’ve not fallen in love at all» Nathaniel had retorted crisply. «She’s got an interesting face, that’s all, and the books she read seem so, too».

«So, ask her something about them, why don’t you?».

Actually, trying to talk about books would have been the simplest thing, but Nathaniel didn’t want to. Or rather, he did not dare. And in the morning there was always confusion, most of the times he didn’t even see where she got off. No, it wasn’t a good idea making a slimy impression.

It was really a chance seeing her on the platform one evening, and not in the morning; it was late, at the office it had been a hellish day and Bartimaeus had texted him to say that he wouldn’t have been home for dinner and so Nathaniel had to make do; that meant turning to some frozen food.

While he was contemplating the desolation of his life, his eyes had moved to his right, and there she was.

She seemed tired too; she carried a paperback from which emerged a blue bookmark.

They got in the coach together; the rush hour was gone and there were seats for both.

Nathaniel sat in front of her. She didn’t have her earphones and didn’t seem to feel like reading: she kept the book on her lap and stared into the void with an absent face. She looked like she was struggling against sleep.

The train stopped abruptly. The book tumbled down from the girl’s knees and landed just at Nathaniel’s feet.

He bended down automatically to pick it up; he didn’t know the title nor the author, but he could guess it was one of those historical novels that were mainstream. He couldn’t remember the last time he had read a novel.

He held out the book to the girl; her pale face opened up in a polite smile. «Thank you».

She had a nice voice, a little hoarse. Nathaniel smiled back. «You’re welcome».

A voice that sounded bewilderingly like Bartimaeus’ echoed in his head: Talk to her! Make conversation!

«Is it good?» he ventured, gesturing towards the book, back on the girl’s lap. She looked surprised, but not bothered.

«Rather, yes. Some inaccuracies, but in the end it’s fiction, not an history essay».

Nathaniel nodded. He realized that he hadn’t tried to talk to a girl since Jane’s ages. For heaven’s sake.

«Your stop is a few minutes away, isn’t it?» she surprised him. «I’ve noticed you, some mornings. In the end, you learn to recognize the faces you see almost every day».

Nathaniel didn’t know what to answer except for «Ah. Really?».

She smiled at him with the corner of her mouth. «Yes. You look always very pissed off, if I may say so, but I must look like that, too» she sighed and, as talking to herself, she added: «But I’ll miss it. Even the Tube».

«Are you leaving?» Nathaniel asked impromptu. He corrected himself immediately: «Sorry, that’s not of my business». He didn’t even know her name, after all.

She didn’t seem offended, though. «I am: academic trip. In Egypt. Can’t wait, but I like London too much to not miss it, I know that. Isn’t this your stop?».

Nathaniel suddenly lifted his head. Shit. He said a rushed hi and hurried off the coach.

It was only when the train took off again that he realized that he didn’t ask her anything: her name, what she was studying, for how long she’d have stayed in Egypt. Nothing whatsoever.

Next morning, Nathaniel got in the train at ten to eight. There were a lot of girls and women, as always, but no one had a paperback with a blue bookmark.

NdA: this year I am sharing the prompts with my darling @saint-oleander, since we both were late. One day each other, so tomorrow it's their turn <3

[alex-lif]

So i needed to wave something to Bartseq fandom bc im end reading trilogy and so

After all Bartimaeus' "oh now my Ptolemy's form in size with Nathaniel, he was handsome though", "Nefertiti was stunned" and "if u want to know, kitty's blouse suited her very well." kind of comments im pretty sure in some of modern au he would LOVE photography. And painting art. And all this aesthetic desks on pinterest

[kostantina]

Thinking of Holy Rome calling and treating England like a kid while being centuries younger and his position as the dominant magical empire having been eclipsed by the latter amuses me. England annoyed him, and he knew he was annoying England with his actions. Also, his pride was just too big and he knew he was going to die either way. He might have suffered more for what he did, but an England annoyed by him was a win.

// Hetalia Bartimaeus Sequence AU