Aglanaxa mga kuwento

In which a famous influencer Castorice creates an alt account that accidentally gets the wrong idea that she's dating someone she's not. If only that we're true. However, now there's no way she can come clean. But she doesn't want to lie. What will she do? How will she fix this?

𝘢𝘯 𝘩𝘴𝘳 𝘊𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘹 𝘈𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘦𝘢 - 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘹𝘢𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 ₊˚⊹ ᰔ 𝘖𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘢 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘋𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵.

Aglaea thought the old house was a steal until she discovered why. It comes with a Victorian ghost who's insufferably opinionated, maddeningly persistent, and unfortunately, the best conversation she's had in years. - "Don't make me say it. Not when you're literally disappearing in front of me." "I need to hear it. Please." She closed her eyes, feeling tears slip down her cheeks. "I love you too, you impossible ghost. I love your terrible timing and your opinions about polyester and the way you hover near my workspace pretending you're not interested. I love that you're Victorian aristocracy who learned to pour water for a struggling seamstress. I love-" Her voice broke. "I love you, and it's not fair. None of this is fair." When she opened her eyes, he was almost completely gone. Just the faintest suggestion of cold, a whisper of presence.

Anaxa and Aglaea in modern AU as professor and seamstress respectively. - "Fabric is my language, Professor." A hint of amusement touched her lips. "The way you probably read... what, Old English manuscripts?" "Middle English, primarily." He found himself leaning forward, his usual speed-dating discomfort forgotten. "Chaucer, the Pearl Poet. Though I confess, the accuracy required in your work is similar to textual analysis. Every stitch must be careful." Aglaea's expression shifted, something like recognition passing across her face. "Every word in a medieval text must be too, I imagine. One misplaced thread ruins the entire garment. One mistranslation ruins the meaning."

In a world where the sun never truly set, the Chrysos Heirs live on-not as weapons, but as people. Phainon, Cyrene, and Khaslana find themselves tangled in a quiet, burning triangle of jealousy, tenderness, and desire. As old scars fade and new emotions bloom, the line between reflection and rivalry blurs. But this is not a story of sorrow. In the peaceful golden halls of Amphoreus, what remains is not disaster, but the messy, beautiful aftermath of survival: A chance to love. Basically, This is a polyamorous ship fic featuring Phainon, Cyrene and Khaslana-Minor Background Aglanaxa and Castordei are mentioned too. This is more of an AU fic, so the personalities may be more OOC.