#nothinghaschangedfic

Nothing Has Changed - An Essay On What It Costs to Be Right

Jake was right. The proof is a dead child in his hands.

He remembers a life nobody else has lived — including exactly how the sky people turned Na'vi bodies into instruments of Na'vi death. A face caught in a lens. A queue seized in a fist. So he teaches his people to hide: cover the markings that name your bloodline, bind the cord that ties you to Eywa.

Renu refused. He had good reasons — faith, pride, a refusal to conceal what the Great Mother gave them. And his daughter inherited his refusal the same way she inherited his face. ─── · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ─── A long essay on the masking, the binding, the man who said no, and the terrible thing about being the only person in the room who knows what happens next.

A member asked whether I'd ever write Nothing Has Changed from someone else's POV.

The main story stays in Jake's head — but as oneshots? Oh, absolutely!

So: whose perspective do you want first?

⟡ Neytiri — the stranger who looks at her like he's mourning her, and she doesn't know why

⟡ Tsu'tey — treated with a strange, grieving tenderness by a man who knows how his story ends

⟡ Quaritch — playing against someone who's already seen the board, and no idea why he keeps losing

⟡ Renu — the man who refused to cover his face, and buried his daughter for it ─── · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ─── Vote below or on my Patreon or Ko-fi! The winner gets written. 💙

The next chapter of Nothing Has Changed is up for members right now — the rest of AO3 and Wattpad get it Monday.

New chapters go up early every Friday, then release publicly the following Monday. Everything stays free there, always — early access is just a little extra for anyone who'd like it.

Members are reading it right now. 💙