#nonnin

[pt: NONNIN /end pt]

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NONNIN; not neutral and/or not null in nature; an in-nature for terms that have the shared characteristic of being not neutral or not null/not neutral-related or not null-related in nature.

NONNINgender; an umbrella term for genders that are NONNIN. can also be used to refer to a gender that is not fully defined, but is definitely NONNIN, or a gender in which not neutrality and/or not nullity is its defining feature.

etymology; no(t), nnin, [gender]

for anon!

tagging; @radiomogai, @thecoffeecrew404, @in-nature-archive

ofc!!! this is the infamous exes to lovers au i've been talking about for a while now (eventually...i will finish it).

here's a very small summary: It's been four years since he last saw Venti, four years since Venti walked out their front door and never came back.

And a snippet from chap 1!!

“If you’ve moved on, then you should have no problem walking in there.” Aether’s voice lowers, but it stays hard. “But I fucking dare you to go in there and tell me you don’t still care about him.” “It’s over, Aether. It’s been over.” He finally rips his arm from Aether’s hand. “We both know it was over before it even began. You’re the only one who hasn’t accepted that.” “And I know for a fact he still cares about you.” “Care doesn’t matter!”  Aether’s hands fall limp at his sides.  “I cared so much, Aether. I loved him more than anything. But I couldn’t watch him throw his life away, anymore. Not when he was never willing to try.” “And I’m telling you it’s not like that anymore.” Xiao throws his hands up, scoffing. “You expect me to believe he’s changed? You expect me to actually believe that, after I spent six years trying to keep him from drinking himself to death? I tried everything, Aether.” “He changed after you left him.” “Then why couldn’t he change when I was still with him?” The question hangs between them like hot breath in a chill—wood smoke and nicotine.

the title is based off of two songs by nothing but thieves: lover, please stay and before we drift away