#Alice Wu-Gulliver

[ragnarockz]

"Congratulations, my love. Sorry, I dont have a ribbon for you to run through!"

Is seared into my brain; I can HEAR Rio saying this in my head. It's so sad and tragic and cruel...

When has Agatha ever felt accomplished and been given proper credit and recognition for what she's done? Even the Ballad; her and Nicky's version is not the most-well known. She was definitely never praised or given credit for herself or her powers by her own coven or mother. All these turns in history, possibly all the things she helped (with her knowledge or not) become mainstream media (the wicked witch) and not once did she get a pat on the back, a mention. There will be no grand statue or plaque with her name carved into (Sharon, Alice, and Lilia get this though ❤️). She will not become immortalized for the world to know (but she was immortalized by Rio, and maybe Agatha was too blind to see that, and that's also maybe why this hurts a little more 💔)

Even Nicky is remembered by all witches as some terrible, horrible thing that happened to him by his mother. He becomes immortalized because he's linked to the Darkhold and all the horrible possible connections of the two. And his song lives on through Lorna's version of the Ballad (and Agatha a little too).

There is no grand ceremony to take place at the end of the road. No welcome wagon, no ribbon, no trophy. It's just Agatha at the end of the road facing her choices and herself and the inevitable promise of Death.

[ngatwa]

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

y’all i

nick has a “best vocals” award because in real life he was the one who came up with the tune + the original lyrics for what was supposed to be a silly inside joke between them but ended up meaning so much to mother and son that even under so many layers of wanda’s chaos magic, agatha still managed to remember the melody (she was humming it in the squad car in the first episode), along with one good memory about her child: that he had a lovely voice and that the ballad was THEIR song UGH this show is GENIUS

[laurabenanti]

"I finally broke the curse."

[aaasource]

What a scary bitch.

AGATHA ALL ALONG 1.04

[thiswildernessismyhome]

Why do you let them believe those things about you? Because the truth is too awful.

[itberice]

Agatha All Along I Circle Sewn with Fate / Unlock Thy Hidden Gate

[coveredwithsnow]

Agatha All Along + text posts (feat. some ao3 tags) - 5/?

[incredipuppy]

Witches love winning

[ladyorlandodream]

I am the Traveler

[illyanarasputinfan]

[ngatwa]

AGATHA ALL ALONG: FAMILIAR BY THY SIDE

[phoenixes-and-wizards]

there’s just something so satisfying about lilia’s arc coming full circle in that after spending a whole lifetime being afraid of her own premonitions, viewing them more as a curse than a boon, she finally embraces her powers to their full capacity and even uses them to give her coven advice one last time ugh lilia calderu you will forever be missed by me

[introvertedexhuastedpigeon]

Part 6 of AAA IG AU

(Part 1) Alice's posts

(Part 2) Jen's posts

(Part 3) Billy's posts

(Part 4) Agatha's posts

(Part 5) Rio's Posts

when alice and jen moved back home the entire coven started hanging out again. my idea so far is that jen, alice, agatha and rio were friends in uni. jen and agatha were roommates and hated each other at first but eventually became friends. alice and jen had a on-off things for a few years before they figured their shit out and committed to each other. they've been married for about nine years so far. agatha and rio also had a on-off thing but it was very toxic because both of them have issues they havent dealt with very well. im thinking lilia was rio's student advisor or mentor or something and they kept in touch and became really good friends. sharon is agatha's neighbour in westview but somehow jen knew her before agatha moved to westview. jen introduced her to lilia and the two of them hit it off and became friends. so... yeah that explains the coven. hopefully.

[marril96]

Agatha All Along 1.02 | Circle Sewn With Fate / Unlock Thy Hidden Gate

[vidals-harkness]

promises, lies (alice wu-gulliver)

summary: your big sister was everything you had, especially after lorna’s passing. what happens when she breaks the biggest promise she’s been making to you since you were little?

fic type: angst

pairings: alice wu-gulliver x deaf!sister!reader (family)

warnings: angst, mentions of ableism, kids being real bitchy, sadness, feelings of abandonment, major character death (alice), grief, heartbreak

word count: 1.3k

You lived in a world of silence until your third birthday, your third birthday was where you could hear the sound of your sister’s voice, your mother’s songs, the birds outside and the roaring sea.

Yet with the silence gone, it somehow remained. Where others made friends quite quickly, you were turned away from every social setting. Perhaps it was because of the way you spoke, the method of speaking—ASL?

You were six years old, in a new neighbourhood. Summer had just begun and you really wanted to play football with the others outside, since a few kids had invited you at school that day.

Alice, your 16 year old sister, watched as you ran outside excitedly, football in hand, going to the street outside where people played usually.

But nobody came.

You stood there on the empty street, with nothing but wilted lawns and blistering heat occupying you. You kicked the ball a few times, before giving up and sitting down on the curb, holding it in your hands. The shaking of your shoulders showed that you were crying, and it was an instant reaction from Alice to rush outside and tap your shoulder for your attention.

She put out her hand and smiled, helping you up.

“Play with me,” she signed to you, speaking at the same time. “You don’t need those kids, they’re probably really bad at football,”

You sniffled and nodded, feeling her thumbs brush over your cheeks, wiping your tears.

“We put the tears away, yes?” She asked, smiling down at you, making you grin.

You both spent the afternoon like that—playing football together in the empty street with nothing but wilted lawns and blistering heat to spectate.

A year later you came home angry, holding a pair of broken hearing aids in your hands.

“What happened?” Alice asked, tapping your head for your attention.

“Bullies,” You signed back, frowning.

The very next day, the same boys produced a new pair of hearing aids for you, sporting black eyes and busted lips.

The day was bleak—Lorna was dead. You knew she had died, but to keep you from spiralling, Alice tapped your shoulder and knelt to your height.

Her own eyes shining with unshed tears, she signed, smiling through it, “Let’s go for ice cream?”

You brightened and nodded, going to her car excitedly, sitting in the front seat.

“Britney?” She signed, grinning at you, making you nod.

So she turned on the radio, shouting off-key lyrics with you as she just drove, drove, drove.

Where trouble threatened to lay a hand on you, Alice fought it away. She was the one between you and the world. She was the one who kissed the scraped knees, the one who held your hand through everything. She never left your side, not once, for your whole life.

The Thursday evening was stressful for her. She had gotten fired again, and it was not any consolation that she’d been almost recruited in the infamous Agatha Harkness’ coven.

“Hi, Trouble,” she signed after tapping on your head, smiling.

“Hi,” you smiled and signed back, giggling as she tickled your sides gently.

You watched how her demeanour was sagging, and how she looked ready to cry.

“You’re okay?” You asked, head tilted. “Need something?”

She thought for a moment before nodding. “Hug me?”

You nodded with agreement, and did just that, squeezing her tightly as she hugged you, inhaling her pumpkin spice perfume, tucking your nose into her neck.

When she pulled back, she sighed and sat down in front of you, her eyes closed for a moment as if she was composing herself.

“Y/n,” she signed, speaking at the same time. “I have to leave for some time,”

Your eyes widened. “Leave? For how much time?”

“A week at most,” she admitted. “Maybe more, I’m not sure,”

You scowled, “Can I not come?”

She shook her head. “It wouldn’t be a good idea,”

“Why? Because of me being deaf?”

“I didn’t say that,”

She sighed. She knew this would be a hard conversation.

"Listen," she said. "If I go on this road, I can help you get your hearing back,"

That wasn't entirely true--what she wanted out of the road was answers, not solutions. But how else was she to convince her little sister that she had to go on this journey, like it or not?

You nodded slowly. "Is it full of danger?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "Full of it,"

You nodded slowly, possibilities rushing through your head as she waited for your response.

"You're leaving me," you concluded. "But you promise to come back?"

She smiled and nodded holding up her pinky. "I promise,"

As you linked your fingers, she leaned forward to press a kiss to the knuckles, 'sealing' the promise.

And so you waited for her return, day in, day out, wondering where she was, how she was, what she was doing.

You were always in awe of your older sister. It was a fact. But one night, you had a dream--a flash of orange and purple, the sight of a bony face. Death.

Before you could think of anything, you grabbed your shoes and ran, your body tingling, your mSind heavy with the weight of something unfamiliar. You stumbled and tripped through the darkness, caring little about the branches in your face and hair.

On the Road, as Alice fell to the ground, you felt pain--white hot pain coursing through your veins, igniting your body with every passing second, making an agonised scream rip through your throat.

She appeared when you cried, when there was a river of sorrow, of grief, spilling down your cheeks.

Rio knelt, her hands in full view as she signed and spoke. "I'm sorry,"

"Sorry?" You signed shakily. "Sorry means nothing from you,"

She didn't flinch, didn't wince. While you weren't the first mortal to say this to her, it stung because there was the underlying tone of a broken promise.

"You took her from me!" You signed, sobbing. "She was my everything, and you took her!"

"It was her time," she replied simply.

"Flip the hourglass," you scowled. "Have you no mercy?"

"I showed mercy when I took her away,"

"You're a creature who is evil, evil and incapable of mercy,"

She looked down. As she had taken Alice to the afterlife, she was rambling over and over, "I promised, I promised, I promised,"

"She promised," you said, signing with trembling hands. "She promised she would come back, she wouldn't leave like this!"

"She died protecting someone--" she began but you gripped her hands tightly--the deaf equivalent to silencing someone.

"She died protecting someone? Someone she'd known only a few days? What about me? She was only supposed to protect me, I'm her sister!" You exclaimed, angry. "Why did she abandon me for someone she doesn't know?!"

Rio pulled you into her arms, nodding, able to feel your pain. It was nothing she hadn't seen before--only that two words made things worse.

She promised.

Promises were like the breeze--there one day, gone the next. But this promise bore the weight of a sunken ship, of a home burnt to the ground, of a bullet to the heart. Your pain was burning, it was bubbling, it was demanding to be felt in the worst possible way.

Because she promised.

You beat at Rio's chest with your fists, exclaiming curses and hateful words. You pushed at her, kicked at her, tried to do something, but her hold was heavy. Her arms were tight, and you couldn't escape it. But when she put her chin atop your head, the way Alice used to do, you broke--the tears not stopping, sobs making your throat go hoarse.

Your mind flashed with images, of her laughing, of her smiling. You thought of that summer afternoon, kicking around a ball and talking about the neighbourhood kids. You thought of the time you tried baking a cake on mother's day, only to make a pit stop at the baker's on your way to get flowers. You remembered the boys with their black eyes and the new hearing aids, you remembered all the times in the past, the good, the bad, the ugly.

There was always one thing in common--when everyone left, Alice always stayed. That was the fact.

But sometimes things change, people die, promises break.

You just wished it wasn't this one.

just a little idea i had :> i hope you liked it! let me know if it was good!

love, jaya