#bartprompts20

[bart-mush]

プトレマイオスと、ロックウッド除霊探偵局のジョージでクロスオーバー！研究熱心なところは似てるかも？

For Sunday prompt, crossover. Ptolemy and George Cubbins from Lockwood & Co.!

[dragonshine]

(Mar 3, 2020) Day 2- favourite line

[tarragonthedragon]

Bartimaeus Prompt Week!

hi guys! it’s us at the bartimaeus discord server with another Bart event, but this time we’re doing a prompt week! we’re hoping to be a little more geared towards fanart (since the exchanges are v fic heavy), but fanworks of all forms are very welcome. we’ll be running from monday the second to sunday the eigth of march, and prompts are as follows:

Monday 2nd --       Springtime 

Tuesday 3rd --       Favourite Line 

Wednesday 4th --  AU 

Thursday 5th --      Least Favourite Character 

Friday 6th --           Role Reversal 

Saturday 7th --       A Dynamic or Pairing 

Sunday 8th --         Crossover

please tag all your contributions with #bartprompts20, and have fun!!!

[azaharperezoso]

THE WRONG NUMBERS

Wednesday’s prompt: . AU. I went fot the Social Media AU 

Bartimaeus, Nathaniel, Kitty

+0784… and +0764… added to the group “Bart’s Bitches”

I can’t stand this new guy I’m working for. He’s such an arrogant prat

I don’t know who you are, but I suggest ditch him

What do you mean you don’t know who I am, Queezle? I’m Bartimaeus!

Nice names, but I’m not Queezle

Fuck!

@+0784..., tell me this is you, Faq!

Good morning, I don’t know who either of you are, and I request a change in the group name as I’m not anyone's bitch. I also suggest you look for another job if your boss is such an unpleasant person

I love how neither of you are the people I wanted to talk to but yet you’re both still in these group

We’re way better than your friends

And I’m not changing the group name. You’re my bitch now, overly correct stranger

I can’t leave. I need the money. 

Pity 

I have to organize a lot of papers… What do you think? Organize them by colour so they form a rainbow? It’s more fun than how he wants them

If you need the money so badly, shouldn’t you do as your boss says? Just so he doesn’t “ditch you” as 0764 said

That’s what you’re calling me? My phone number?

Well, I don’t know your name, do I?

What do you say, Not-Queezle?

I’m all up for the rainbow thing! And add some glitter, I bet it annoys him

He’ll scream like a small child

I think this will be your last day at your job…

Wow, is that a thread? Are you my boss? Haha

Oh boy, that’ll be so much fun!

I don’t hire idiots

Rude!

***

Did you do it?

Yup! It’s so beautiful!

Oh, here he comes!

***

I apologize for my earlier words. I do hire idiots

It was a joke, o mighty boss!

Hahahaa omg!! I wish I could see your faces

Did you fire him?

What do you think? Of course he’s fired!

He’s playing the part. He screamed at me, but he didn’t do it. Apparently I’m more competent than his last assistant

I DIDN’T SAY THAT!

I could see it in your eyes

He saw it on your eyes. You can’t fire him now. It’ll be like lying to yourself

Exactly! Thanks!

Fiiine! You have another chance!

I knew I could trust you, Nat <3

Don’t say my name to strangers!

Oh, but we’re like the closest of friends now, Nat

I knew I should have left the group as soon as I was added

<3

We love you <3 

*sighs*

[hurrgghh]

finally finished day 2! the prompt for today is favorite quote, so heres mine:

"Certain djinn, Faquarl among them, had long espoused collective rebellion against the magicians. I'd always dismissed this as so much hogwash, but if Faquarl had come up to me with some boneheaded scheme right then, I'd have joined him with much high-fiving and innane whoops of joy" (PG 105).

this quote makes me think of faquarl as this sort of deranged schemer so heres this lol.

viva la revolución!

[shadowy-dumbo-octopus]

BARTIMAEUS SEQUENCE PROMPT WEEK. DAY 1: SPRING

I wonder if Nathaniel still found time to draw after he became a magician. I hope he did. There's something healing in the process of creation.

[fauna96]

V Prompt: Role Reversal

Title: The djinni, the thief and the magician 

[This was hard. It was very very difficult... but fun! Kudos to who guesses from where I’ve taken Kitty’s name and surname as a magician.]

Agnes Pole had a secret, a secret that could have her killed. The fact was, she didn’t choose to keep this secret; it had just happened.

They made it easy, telling you to forget your birth name; but for Agnes it had been impossible. It wasn’t that she didn’t try: at night, when she was still a child, she used to close her eyes, squeezing them hard, and she tried with all her force to expel that memory: her mother’s voice calling ‘Kitty’.

Obviously, she couldn’t do it; and, as much obviously, no one knew it, less of all her master. After all, she was the one to issue Agnes, as her first lesson, to not trust anyone; and, implied, her too. So, Agnes had kept her mouth sealed; she hadn’t even dared to say out loud that forbidden name.

When she looked at herself in the mirror, she saw Agnes Pole: a young woman with short, soft dark hair, her mouth constantly bending in a pleasing smile. She didn’t know how Kitty looked like, except for a lost five-year-old child.

Her sensor net started ringing in her ear; a moment later, at her window a pigeon materialized. Agnes made it come in and immediately it took the shape of a pale-faced young man in a grey suit.

«Mistress» he said, bowing slightly «I think I’ve found him».

 Nathanael was her regular demon for a few years, now; it was one of the first djinn with a considerable power that she had summoned, and, in the beginning, she had found it irritating without an exact reason. Really there wasn’t a reason, because the demon was precise, quiet and impeccable. Every magician’s dream.

But it was fussy, fastidious too, and with a hidden slyness capable to turn any order inside out, Agnes knew it. However, it was efficient; and, as Whitwell always said, finding efficient servants, and silent in addition, was extremely rare. So, Agnes had kept it and, in the end, there had been vantages: just to start, learning to give orders precise and crystal-clear. Then, she had found out Nathanael was a real font of knowledge and, if you made it the right questions, you would have obtained all the answers you wanted. If she had to describe her servant with a word, Agnes would have used ‘competent’.

And it really was (take that, Farrar), because it had been successful in individuate one of the thieves of artefacts that were driving all Tallow’s department and police mad.

Agnes, as the Chief of Security’s apprentice, had been placed to investigate on the series of thefts; in the beginning, she had to admit that, as a job, didn’t please her much: she hated work office, she’d have liked more to be thrown in action. Whitwell, in front of her complains, had barely risen an eyebrow. «You’re still an apprentice, Agnes» she had replied. «Be careful to not fool yourself. You’re clever and you have talent, but use your brain before talking. A work office, as you call it, could do you well».

Agnes had bitten her tongue. As she had to do every time she had met Farrar and had to endure a barrage of gibes.

And now, instead… «A very good job. Nathanael» she commented, leant on the car seat.

The young man near her tilted his head. «Thank you, mistress» he murmured, but Agnes could catch all the surprise behind the courteous tone. It wasn’t very usual that Agnes deemed her demon worthy of more than orders, but it was a particular occasion. «If everything goes well tonight, I’ll dismiss you for a while».

«Now let’s not exaggerate, mistress» the demon’s face was always pale and serious, but Agnes thought she could catch an… amused? glint behind the icy eyes.

Oh, why not? It had deserved it, at least. Of course, she would have to do without her most trusted servant, but it would have been a little time. She was perfectly capable to look after herself. It would have been weird, though, not having the tall, lanky shape behind her shoulders, silent as a shadow and as much as loyal…

«We are here» Nathanael murmured. «Do you see that corner over there? He passes over there every night to go to his… hideout. I think he has some hiding place under the bricks, because he always takes some minute there. And in that minute, he’s distracted».

Agnes nodded, without tearing her eyes away from the road. She made a gesture towards the djinni, and it slithered out the half-closed window as a curl of smoke.

They didn’t have to wait long: a figure was coming close with quick, measured steps. It stopped at the corner as expected.

And then there was a noise of struggle, a furious shout suffocated, then the boot opened up and something was thrown in.

 Nathanael didn’t like very much kidnapping kids; but he didn’t like disobeying orders either and being punished, so there wasn’t a lot of alternatives. Moreover, the kid in question had trashed like an eel and he was able to kick his shin with a boot that must have something of iron, because it stung a lot.

He and his mistress had taken him to an old abandoned library that they had used many times during various occasions. Miss Pole looked at the boy still passed out at her feet. To be truthful, there wasn’t real age difference between the magician and the commoner, but her posture, her clothes and everything made Agnes Pole always look older.

Nathanael looked at her at the corner of his eye while she seemed to review mentally what ask to the commoner. And probably, repeating herself to be calm and rational, a thing that wasn’t always Agnes Pole’s forte, despite her excellent teacher. Nathanael wrinkled slightly his nose thinking about Whitwell. Old vulture.

The boy made a sudden moan and his eyes opened wide. Nathanael saw them searching the room for a way out, then they rested on the two of them.

«Move and my demon will tear you apart».

The boy didn’t move. Then, unexpectedly he made a dazzling grin, shining on his dark face.

«Hello» he said.

Well, that wasn’t the reaction Nathanael was expecting, frankly. And neither did his mistress, holding her lips tight while the commoner kept watching them from below.

«What could have I done to deserve such an honour? Kidnapped by a magician?» he winked  with a mischievous expression, that little did suit a dirty boy, curled on the floor.

Nathanael saw clearly his mistress’ patience decrease; were they alone, he would have whispered to her to stay calm, tranquil: she was in charge, as usual.

But Agnes tightened her fists lightly and took a deep breath. «I want you to answer my questions, quickly» she said. «And maybe I could think even to let you go».

The boy sneered. «Of course, miss magician. And you give me a lift home, don’t you? No one believes it, not even your demon. You caught me, you won. I don’t know what else you want».

«The Resistance. I want your accomplices».

Fell a… curious silence. The boy grew quiet, then he spoke directly to Nathanael. «Did you tell her I’m from the Resistance? Because I stole some scrap metal? Oh dear!» And he burst out laughing so loud that the walls resounded. «I’m sorry, o most powerful magician» he could stammer out «but your demon dropped a clanger here. I work in my own».

«So do you steal artefacts just for an hobby of yours?» Agnes asked, her voice dangerously sweet. «And only magical objects, not simple jewels?»

«Ah, that is a little secret of mine, sorry. Anyway, of course I sell them. At the black market, but that surely you know. And surely you know that they’ll go to the Resistance or whatever. But I don’t want anything to do with them. I work on my own, told you».

Agnes smiled. «So those two… the kid following you anywhere and that girl so pretty… aren’t they your accomplices?»

A shadow passed on the boy’s cheeky face. Here we are, Nathanael thought.

«No» he spelt put. «They…»

«Don’t you think they’ll live better out that hole of yours? Maybe that kid would stop coughing so much».

The boy gulped and stared both in the eyes. «Look. I am a thief, it’s true. But I am not from the Resistance. You can promise me all you want, magician, but I can’t give you what I haven’t, and I haven’t any names nor addresses. If you want to throw me in jail for theft or say that I’m a terrorist, do it. It’s my word against yours, isn’t it?» His dark eyes lingered on Nathanael. «Oh, the demon, sure. You could have me tortured by it. Surely I could sing then, but I wouldn’t trust me too much. Always had a low pain tolerance level».

«Mistress» Nathanael whispered. «A word».

Agnes stepped back and tilted her head toward him. The boy’s sharp eyes kept watching them.

«I think he’s honest, partly. But if he sell magical artefacts…»

«He has some communication channel, yes» Agnes sighed and, for a moment, it seemed that her mask was slipping. «I was so close…»

«I think» murmured Nathanael «that he could be bought. Making leverage on… his two friends. Bought, not threatened».

Agnes narrowed her eyes. «What should I do? Buy them a house?»

«No» the boy’s voice came suddenly. He must have an exceptional hearing. «No. But there is something I want».

[angelofrainfrogs]

If At First You Don’t Succeed...

Fandom: The Bartimaeus Sequence

Pairing: None

Description: After the events of Ptolemy's Gate, Kitty attempts to put things right between Bartimaeus and Nathaniel. Unfortunately, it doesn't go quite as planned.

Rating: G

Genre: Humor

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23071912

This story was written for the March 2020 Bartimaeus Prompt Week.

“How?!” Bartimaeus and Nathaniel exclaimed in unison, matching looks of horror on their faces.

“Hold on, hold on!” Kitty exclaimed, frantically flipping through the massive stack of notes in her lap. She sat cross-legged in one of the summoning circles, occasionally shooting a worried glance at the pair in the adjacent set of runes.

“You’d better fix this stat, kid,” said Nathaniel’s body, though the voice that came out of it was distinctly not his. Kitty paused her wild search to shoot a scathing look across the room.

“If you’d like to do this for me, be my guest!” she snapped, and the boy crossed his arms and rolled his eyes. He made a move as if to rise into the air but only succeeded on tripping over his own feet and falling hard onto his knees. He let out a shriek of pain and cursed in a language a thousand years forgotten.

“Hey! Watch what you’re doing with my body!” the djinni by his side exclaimed, floating a little too high. Still grumbling, Nathaniel’s body righted itself on shaky legs, then quickly grabbed the djinni’s foot and pulled him towards the floor.

“And watch what you’re doing with mine, you idiot! Do you want to phase through the ceiling?!”  

“Will you two shut up?!” Kitty yelled, and the pair froze to look at her. She sighed and went back to the notes. “I must’ve misread something, or spoke the wrong syllable somewhere… Sorry, I’ll fix it in a moment!”

Bartimaeus and Nathaniel looked at each other, and then the floating djinni’s shoulders sagged.

“We know, Kitty, no need to apologize; we're sorry for being so difficult,” he said quietly, and the boy holding his foot widened his eyes as if he’d just heard someone confess to a murder.

“Wow, Nat, I didn’t know you had it in you,” Bartimaeus commented.

“Oh, be quiet,” Nathaniel snapped. “And stop smirking like that; it makes me look demented!”

“What, like this?”

“Ugh, yes! Stop!”

Kitty sighed again and tried to tune her companions out. They could be nearly intolerable when fused together, but Kitty was swiftly realizing that them being in the wrong bodies was far, far worse.