#speremint's reverse au

[gingercatsneeze]

Ever since I read these fics where fallen!Aziraphale was a magpie, the headcanon just got stuck in my head. Whenever I see a magpie doing anything in the park I just think oh, that's so like the angel. Cannot unsee.

Speremint's lovely Reverse Omens AU might have started it all. If anyone's interested (x)

[angelofrainfrogs]

Antithesis

Fandom: Good Omens

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Description: Azirafell finds something unexpected when returning to his shop one afternoon- the pawnshop is now a bookstore, containing a fussy angel with a very familiar face. Meanwhile, on the other side of town, an equally familiar-looking demon awaits Anthony back at his flat. Now, Aziraphale and Crowley must figure out how to get their opposite selves home, a feat which shouldn’t be too hard for a group of supernatural beings… as long as they can get along for more than a few minutes at a time, of course. A Reverse AU crossover.

Rating: T

Genre: Humor

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24815284/chapters/60019681

*ALL CREDIT for the Reverse Azirafell and Anthony designs and base personalities goes to Speremint (https://speremint.tumblr.com/); I adore her Reverse AU and wanted to try my hand at writing something with it. Go check out her page for fanart and original comics!*

Part 1

Azirafell stepped out of the taxicab and slammed the door shut behind him, snapping his fingers to miracle a few dollars into the driver’s hand. The demon didn’t feel like exchanging final pleasantries; while he’d been able to shut his eyes, it hadn’t been much of a rest, as the ride had been unnecessarily bumpy and left him in a slightly sour mood. All he wanted to do was go to his pawnshop and pour over the latest collection of knickknacks he’d picked up.

So, it was with great shock that once the taxi sped off and Azirafell turned around, he found an old, dingy bookstore standing in the space where his pawnshop should be. The demon blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, then blinked again. Sure enough, the bookshop remained- a place that looked dusty, warm, and unbearably homey. This must be part of some elaborate prank, the demon thought with noise of disgust, though Azirafell had no idea who would dare try such a thing on him.

“Alright, what the heaven happened to my shop?!” the demon exclaimed, slamming open the old wooden doors. It was just a he feared- rows upon rows of dusty, filled-to-the-brim bookshelves. Azirafell’s lip curled into a scowl as he stalked further into the room, trying to find the cause of his beloved shop’s upheaval.

Meanwhile, Aziraphale the angel had been carefully restoring an ancient book when the slammed door caused him to jerk in surprise and tear a hole right through the page he was working on. He sucked in a breath, trying to control his swiftly rising temper, and henceforth missed the loud declaration from the intruder. Aziraphale carefully set his tools down and stood, adjusting his waistcoat in preparation for meeting his uninvited guest. He took a few seconds before leaving the back room to see if he could sense any supernatural presence- sure enough, the unmistakable tingle of demonic energy filled the air around him.

The angel frowned. Crowley often came over unannounced, and while he usually entered dramatically- as “dramatic” was the demon’s default setting-, he’d never slammed the doors like that before. With a twinge of fear, Aziraphale wondered if something bad happened- had Hell gotten over their fear of the demon who could (supposedly) survive holy water and come to destroy him once and for all?

“My dear?!” Aziraphale called, rushing out into the main room, looking around frantically. “Are you alri-”

The angel sharply cut off his words as he rounded a corner and came across the demon- at least, the creature’s aura certainly identified it as a demon. The face, however…

“Um… what’s going on?” said the other version of Aziraphale, and the angel frowned, noting the double pupils and, more concerningly-

“My goodness, whatever are you wearing?!” Aziraphale blurted out before he could stop himself. He clapped a hand over his mouth, knowing this to be the least of his worries, but he couldn’t help it. He prided himself on his fashion, as outdated as it was, and to see himself in a coat of deep teal, black, and white in lord knows what sort of pattern caused an involuntary reaction of horror.

“What am I wearing?!” the mirror image said, lips twisting in a sneer unbecoming on such a face. “What in Satan's name are you wearing?! You look like you stepped out of a Victorian catalogue! It’s the twenty-first century!”

“Excuse you, this outfit is considered ‘vintage,’ which I’ve been told is all the rage now!” Aziraphale pursed his lips, unable to stop himself from verbally lashing back. If Crowley saw him now, he would be astounded. But, the demon before him was not Crowley, and therein lied part of the problem. Aziraphale shook his head briskly, clearing away the thoughts of fashion choices in favor of more pressing matters.

“This shouldn’t be our concern right now,” he said, voice returning to a calm, reassuring lilt. The mirror version of himself flinched at this, as if physically pained by the angel’s demeanor. “Let’s try this again- I am Aziraphale, an angel, and this is my bookshop. And you are?”

“Azirafell,” the other version said, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “A demon, and this is supposed to be my pawnshop.”

“…Right,” the angel said, resisting the urge to comment on the demon’s on-the-nose choice of name. He knew Crowley would certainly mention it if he were there. “Well, I regret to inform you, but this building has never been a pawnshop; I’ve owned this bookstore for well over two centuries.”

“Same amount of time as my own establishment,” Fell said, one eyebrow raised. “I have a feeling that one of us isn’t where they’re supposed to be… and that would probably be me.” The demon let out a huff of air and rolled his eyes. “Typical. Nothing is every easy, is it?”

“Indeed,” Aziraphale said, thinking of how to get this unnerving version of himself out of his bookshop as soon as possible. He certainly couldn’t contact Heaven- not that he ever would, seeing as he was on his own side now-, and Hell was surely out of the question. So, really, the only option was-

“Anthony!” Fell suddenly exclaimed, startling the angel. The demon frowned, staring at the floor in contemplation. “I wonder if he ended up here, too…”

“Your Crowley?” Aziraphale ventured, and the demon met his gaze with a nod. Aziraphale smiled. “Well, it seems we’re both of the same mindset, at least somewhat. I was going to suggest we call my Crowley and see if he’d have any idea of how to sort this out, seeing as demons are more of his thing…”

Aziraphale trailed off with a vague hand gesture and Fell sighed again, flopping onto a nearby couch with a weary wave of his hand.

“Fine, sounds like as good a plan as any,” he responded. Aziraphale beamed at him even more and the demon wrinkled his nose. “Ugh, will you wipe that stupid grin off your face? It’s unnerving.”

“I could say the same about your constant scowl,” Aziraphale muttered tetchily, not liking when he was told not to smile. However, he knew arguing further was a lost cause, so he ignored the demon’s scoff and went over to the phone. He dialed Crowley’s home number first, figuring that he would try his cell if he didn’t answer.

“Hey, Aziraphale,” Crowley answered on the second ring, and the angel frowned. Crowley didn’t usually greet him by name.

“Hello, my dear. Um, I’m not quite sure how to explain this, but I seem to be having a sort of… situation at my bookshop.” Aziraphale glanced at the demon still lounging on the couch. Though Fell faced away from him and was seemingly focused on examining his nails, the angel was certain he was listening carefully to everything he said.

“Let me take a wild guess,” Crowley said, and Aziraphale heard a twinge of strain in his voice. “Another you showed up at your place and nearly took your head off?”

“Er, well, I wouldn’t say he ‘nearly took my head off…’” Aziraphale frowned, noticing that the demon on his couch had perked up and was now watching him, fully focused on the conversation. “But yes, there is another version of myself here. Well, sort of. He’s…”

“Guessing again- he’s a demon?”

“Yes, actually.” Aziraphale’s frown deepened and then he jumped suddenly as Fell appeared at his side and snatched the phone away.

“Crowley, right?” the demon said, sticking out an arm out to physically hold Aziraphale away from grabbing the phone back. There was a beat of silence on the other end, before Crowley responded, slowly:

“…Who’s this?”

“Oh, it’s Lord Beelzebub, just dropping in on the call to say hello,” Fell responded with a dramatic roll of his eyes. “Who do you think it is?! It’s another version of your angel- and I’m guessing you have my angel in your apartment right now?”

“Uh, y-yeah,” Crowley said, and Fell smirked at how utterly taken aback he sounded.

“Okay, good. Well, not really good, but at least we’re in the same boat. Now- hey!”

The ever-smoldering fire in Fell’s eyes flashed as Aziraphale snapped his fingers and miracled the phone back into his hand. The angel smiled triumphantly and quickly said into the mouthpiece:

“Crowley, dear, it’s me- listen, I think it’d be best if you and Anthony meet us at the bookshop so we can sort out this whole mess as soon as possible. Agreed?”

“Agreed,” Crowley responded. He paused, then said, softly, “Be careful, Angel, alright?”

“Of course, of course.” Aziraphale waved his hand to brush away Crowley’s concerns. “I’ll be perfectly fine; just please get here as fast as you can.”

“Will do; see you soon.”

With a click, Crowley hung up the phone. Aziraphale did likewise and then focused his attention back to the demon in his bookshop, who currently stood with his arms crossed and a mildly annoyed expression etched across his face. Aziraphale cleared his throat and tried another smile, which was met with another curl of the demon’s lip.

“Right, well, Crowley and Anthony are on their way,” Aziraphale said. “Knowing Crowley’s driving, I’m sure they’ll be here soon, but… care for a spot of tea while we wait?”

***

Approximately thirty minutes before Crowley’s phone rang, he was tending to his plants. The large fern by the window looked particularly scrawny, and Crowley was giving it a stern lecture when an overwhelmingly angelic presence appeared out of nowhere, almost knocking him to the ground with the sheer force of it. The demon steadied himself and gripped the plant mister tighter in his hand; he’d used it as a weapon once, and he’d use it again if need be (though he doubted tap water would have much effect on an angel save for making it angry at being spritzed).

Crowley cautiously stalked towards his front door, plant mister held out in front of him like a gun, wondering what any angel other than Aziraphale could want with him. And this angel was definitely not Aziraphale. Crowley was extremely familiar with the soft vibe that hid Aziraphale’s true nature as a Principality; his angel gave off a sense of warmth and comfort, unlike the presence Crowley felt now that gave off an aura of cold power. Whoever this new company was, they meant business.

The doorknob jiggled a bit as Crowley stopped dead center in the middle of the room, ready to attack. He wondered half-heartedly if he should call Aziraphale and let him know that something was about to go down, but he knew that any distraction could mean his instant discorporation. Because he and Aziraphale were now on their own sides, Crowley wasn’t sure they would get another chance at returning to earth with human bodies. So, he decided to face the potential threat head-on and hope for the best.

“Who’s there?” he called loudly, putting a demonically threatening undertone into his voice. Crowley sensed the presence on the other side of the door still for a moment, before a shockingly familiar voice responded:

“I should be asking you the same question, demon.”

Crowley blinked, plant mister lowering a millimeter as he struggled to understand why his own voice had responded. There was a gentle sigh on the other end of the door and another half-hearted shake of the doorknob.

“Listen, we can make this easy, or we can make this difficult- your choice,” the voice said, and though its tone was calm Crowley knew the presence wasn’t playing around. Still in a fighting stance, ready for an altercation, Crowley snapped his fingers and miracled the multiple locks on the front door open. Slowly, the door swung inwards to reveal the last person the demon expected to see.

“…Well,” said the other version of himself, dressed in white and pink and brandishing a glowing caduceus staff in front of him. “This is unexpected.”

[dotstronaut]

This sweet summer child.......

I absolutely had to draw Zira for @professorflowers who realized that the gifts for me and @speremint were the same theme, because:

“It's Crowley chastising them for something and their responses to it... and I was like 'How would Zira respond' and the answer is just BIG FUCKIN' BABY TEARS” Go check out the amazing drawings of Azira & Azirafell!

[shhdarkishere]

I definitely didn’t do him justice but plz,, take my garbage,,,, 

my program crashed 3 times trying to save this and honestly I don’t blame it for I am a fucking idiot who doesn’t understand 9k x 9k is just a tad too much for my laptop 

@speremint 

[thatacemew]

I swear I dont usually do this much fan art. (Especially when the pose too big for it's gottdam page). No really.

Promise.

But I love the reverse omens AU by @speremint too much to function, so I doodled more of it.

And I couldn't leave it at anthony angsting all by itself tho.

So.

Fluff.

I like to hc that Antony would still like dancing and would be able to convince azirafell to learn some styles considered a bit much for their times like the Charleston with him. It's all for the arrangement, no really.

[millerizo]

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL, THIS IS AMAZING, TRUE BEAUTY IN ONE ART THANK YOU SO MUCH

Fast doodle for @millerizo of their Reverse!Aziraphale bc he’s… chef kiss…. well it goes without saying, doesn’t it

[aziraphales-library]

Hello!!! This is kind of specific, but I love fics where Crowley or Aziraphale (or both) wind up in other universes with their opposite selves (Crowley meeting demon Aziraphale or Aziraphale meeting angel Crowley). Do you know of any fics like that? Thank you so much!!!

I know a few!

Build Me Another and Call it Jersusalem by IneffablePareidolia [M]

After a strange encounter, Crowley is cast into a world where he did not Fall. Aziraphale is a much better demon than Crowley ever dreamt of being, but Heaven has dangerous plans.

Reversed Omens AU inspired by Speremint’s artwork and the character notes in Good Omens, where Adam is only listed as “an” antichrist, not “the” antichrist.

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“You love him,” she says, soft and low, the way you coo at a lost child in a Sainsbury’s, and Crowley shakes his head against the tricks of the lighting. He wants to deny it. He wants to leave. He wants Aziraphale.

“Yes,” he answers her, just as soft.

Mad or well-advised by summerofspock [T]

In an unfortunate encounter with an occult object, Crowley accidentally splits himself into his angel and his demon halves.

Aziraphale has to help put him back together.

Variations On An Arrangement by hanap [T]

Crowley tenses as the demon lifts its glamour, revealing its corporeal form to Crowley—a male-shaped corporation, dressed in an impeccably tailored black suit with a red tie. The demon reaches up and pulls off his dark sunglasses, uncovering the sharp yellow-gold of his slitted eyes.

Crowley’s jaw drops. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Anthony J. Crowley,” the demon drawls, raising an eyebrow at him.

[In which three different Crowleys go on an adventure to rescue the Aziraphales who have gotten displaced in the multiverse.]

~Mod N

[thepastelpeach]

im not even a huge fan of reverse aus, but @speremint‘s version has got me weak

[anjael]

So earlier I saw THIS post about Demon!Aziraphales fighting ...

But we all know the only thing really worth fighting over !

Feat. some of my fave Reversed Omens AU soft bois I’ve seen (from left, links to the original posts below!! Click the links and admire those GORGEOUS designs asdlisdhfdflgh):

@dotstronaut‘s Azira 

@speremint’s Azirafell

@monkeycup’s Aleister

Sorry to do your boy dirty @monkeycup but someone had to be in a headlock... the sun was in his eyes

Not pictured: a bunch of flustered Angel!Crowleys watching and none of them admitting which one ordered the crepe and put it there

[iceangel242]

I’ve been wanting to draw @speremint ‘s reversed omens AU for a while and her doodle with a snek Crowley inspired this possessive snek Crowley

[jathis]

Reverse

For @speremint based on their own role reversal au!

https://speremint.tumblr.com/post/186401300745/only-one-1-person-asked-me-my-opinions-on-a-role

***

The sound of a pot shattering on the ground made him flinch. He clenched his hands at his sides, struggling to keep them there as he grit his teeth. Another plant was shoved off of the counter and in his head he could hear the living thing begging him for help.

“We just want to make sure there is no misunderstanding, Crowley. Things can get dangerous when that happens.”

Another pot and he found himself unable to hold back any longer, “leave them alone! They’ve done nothing to you, Sandalphon!”

The angel just smiled, flashing his teeth as he held up his hands as if in surrender. Behind him, his lackey Gabriel was quietly picking up the plants and trying to put them back without being noticed. “I can be rather clumsy,” he apologized.

“Ah yes, clumsy. Like with Lot’s wife,” Crowley sniffed. He tensed as the other lunged forward, stopping only inches from him. “It’s too bad you’re so short. I might actually be afraid.”

“Gabriel, we’re leaving. We’ve got to get things ready for the Apocalypse. I’m sure we won’t have to worry about the pacifist ruining things.” Sandalphon was gone in a flash of light.

Crowley immediately ran to his plants, taking the most damaged one from Gabriel. “You’ll break her if you handle her like that,” he murmured.

“It’s for the best. You’ll see. Once we win the war then you can go back to being the Healer,” Gabriel gently offered.

“I’m already a Healer,” he whispered as his little brother left him alone. He turned his attention to his plants, hushing them softly as he helped replant them.

Azirafell walked into the florist shop with a bang and a shout of laughter a few minutes later. “Hey! You’ll never guess what this daft kid sold to me today! A first printing Bible where the monks writing it were arguing throughout the whole thing! They fought over the funniest shit, dear boy! You’ve gotta come and…”

He stopped when he saw the look on Crowley’s face. He frowned, shoving his hands in his pockets as he walked over and watched him with his plants. “You’re upset.”

“I’m fine.”

“Arrogant prick Sandalphon was here.”

“He’s not...he’s not a prick really…”

Azirafell blew a raspberry at that, gently taking the yellow tinted glasses off of Crowley’s face to make him look up. “Come out with me, love. I’ll make you forget your worries,” he promised.

Crowley blushed and looked away. “I…”

Azirafell placed a finger under his chin and turned his head back to him. “Trust me, dear. I know how to make you feel better.”

The angel finally laughed, nodding his head. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt…”

“Then let’s go! There’s a new all you can eat buffet in town and I want to see how long it takes before I can make the cook cry!”

[its-2am-bois]

i did a draw based on @speremint‘s Reversed Omens AU! crowley is a pastel plant boi and azi is Extra

[crowleyisms]

It was so hard not to post this at 2 am this morning after getting it done because I was excited about it.

But the night before my brain decided to wonderfully chant at me that I gotta draw a companion piece later. You gotta do it. You drew all the au Crowleys so why not draw the respective Aziraphales too? And knowing my fool self I wouldn’t be able to resist my own damn siren call for doing another Leyendecker inspired piece of artwork. The sketched out companion piece in question can be found over here which I am also going to paint. Both of these are going to be painted and all of the boys are going to look so dashing.

Now from left to right we have:

My Aziraphale to go along with my Archangels and Airwaves

@speremint Azirafell from Reversed Omens

@khiroptera Aziraphale from Sweet Omens

@professorflowers Zira from Ineffable Lovebirds

@dotstronaut Azira from Ineffable Reptiles

Again I don’t know when I’m actually paint this piece or the one with all the Crowleys but I hope you enjoy the sketch none the less until they’re all dolled up.

[pearlll09]

Sentimental Bickering

The Antichrist is on earth. Armageddon is a mere handful of years away. For Anthony and Azirafell, who have lived there since The Beginning, it's not a good thing. They devise a plan to try and stop Armageddon, leading to the pair getting jobs at the estate the Antichrist is living on. Now that they see each other more often than usual, can Azirafell continue to hide his feelings for Anthony?

Yet another fic for the reversed omens au by @speremint , this time featuring that gorgeous pink dress as it focuses on Nanny Ashtoreth and Brother Francis

[thatacemew]

Hooee is this seriously the first post on this blog in like, 2 years lol? Guess so. Anywho, idle doodling came to angsty (or embarrassed) Anthony from the Reverse Omens AU by @speremint

[ineffablefool]

@speremint was sad, and I wanted to try drawing again.  It seemed like a good excuse to scribble out this wobbly-eyed bastard. (Azirafell from her Reversed Omens AU.  Everyone knows about her AU, right?)

Granted, it took two days to finish, so hopefully speremint isn’t sad anymore, but either way, uh, happy unbirthday?