Hi, do you know any way I could read the fic "Clones" by Perpetual159?
I can't seem to find it anywhere. I'm so curious because I saw a lot of people talking about that fic, saying that it was (or literally anything by her) the gem of NH fandom.
And I was so blown when I found out that she was literally in the fandom like decade ago? Wow, I wasn't even graduated from my elementary school during that time 😅
Thank you in advance 🥰
hold the phone, what do you MEAN you can't find it anywhere?? let me look...
oh, phew. It's still there.
"Clones" by perpetual159 - Rated M, Canon-Divergent, Multi-chapter, Incomplete. Reminiscing of his most cherished moments with Hinata, Naruto decides it's time she forgets about Hyuuga decorum and let her passions run wild. What better way to persuade her than to have a few horny Narutos seduce and realize her most secret desires?
You need to make a DeviantArt account if you don't already have one to read it.
and yah, from what I've heard, perpetual159 was a huge part of the fandom in the early-mid 2010s. ...you are so young... this was apparently before Tumblr and Twitter were used for fandom, so a lot of people interacted on perpetual159's livejournal to have community and participate in challenges/events. If anyone has any specifics to share with me about perpetual159, I'd love to add it to the NaruHina Fanlore page.
@perpetual159 asked to see Korra dance for Asami 🙈 / on ao3, all korrasami fic
She had no reason to be surprised, of course.
Korra was born to move. In a lot of ways - physically (that body of hers), mentally (that drive of hers) - and a lot of things (political agendas and civilian hearts; not one but four elements; mountains metaphorical and probably literal.)
So surprised wasn’t exactly it, perhaps. But Asami was more than a little bit… dazed.
Today she had learnt that some traditional Water Tribe dances were ceremonial in the warlike way, comprising largely of stomps and powerful turns to the accompaniment of beats so deep and sharp they reverberated in every corner of your skull. Vigour was the key ingredient. Others - naturally - flowed like water. Fluid form, liquid leaps and twirls; wild grace equally in movements slow and fast; with sensuous, seamless manoeuvres bridging the two. Quite the contrast.
Korra was trying to show her the particular difference. And this was not a rigid ceremonial dance. This music slinked.
“So this,” she said casually, spinning as if compelled by an invisible force, as if balancing on your toes required so little concentration that she could have held a whole conversation (which… she could.) “Is one of those water dances. Very popular.”
Asami could tell as much. They originated from bending stances and moves, Korra had explained a while ago before jumping into her eager, very beautiful demonstration - which had been adapted into dance by non-benders: students of form and physicality and eventual artists. Water dances were built around the principle of smooth progressions, between positions that in any other dance might have been the main focus - but the beauty here, duly, was in the transitions.
“Element of change,” Korra quirked a brow, sliding deftly into an arching position on her back. “This… is meant to mimic a wave cresting…”
Uh huh , Asami thought, engrossed. She leant back on her hands slightly where she had perched on the bed.
Korra’s elegance was effortless, and that was the difference between hers and Asami’s own. She swept through a series of precise motions like it cost her no more than walking over to this bed might.
“It’s weird,” Korra was saying, “these are supposed to be so - uh - cultural, but…” Her head tilted upwards slowly, face serene, as she lifted her leg up into a pose that really should have hurt. Asami followed the line of tension in her shoulder, thrown back, as she glided out of the position and back onto both of her light her feet. “…They don’t often -” she set her gaze on Asami, from behind the curve of an arm that (rather alluringly) left only one of her eyes within Asami’s vision - “they don’t do these at ceremonies.” She laughed, a little bit breathless.
“Why?” Asami asked, quite endeared by Korra’s determination to verbally annotate this whole process, when Asami would have been on the delirious side of content just to watch. She reminded herself that this was supposed to be an educational endeavour.
“Well, they can be a bit,” Korra said, a hand draping delicately over her own abdomen. She raised a brow, enchanting. “…Sultry. You know?”
Not wrong.
Asami gave a pointed cough, returning Korra’s little smirk. “Oh, well, it’s a… very pretty dance.” Her head screamed a very different word, but Asami wasn’t going to give Korra the satisfaction of hearing it.
“I mean, there are variations of course,” Korra continued. “This…” whirling into another slow turn, with her legs bent in such a way that Asami was drawn instantly to the curve of her bare calves. “Is like… six on the scale.” Her head dipped backwards again, casting the warm sheen on neck into the light. “The sultry scale.”
It would have been very nice if she wasn’t wearing that choker of a shirt.
“Show me seven,” Asami said, like she was conducting an experiment. And she was, in a way. She was testing the resistance of her own will against… this.
“Well, seven,” Korra said, low, bracing herself on her hands with her back in a supple arch again, accentuating the shape of her chest. She had got there in a turn so smooth Asami had barely noticed she was no longer standing, but that may simply have been because she was fixating on other parts. “Looks a bit more like this.” Korra finished. She surged in an agile motion into a sitting position, without using her hands, from which she practically rippled right back onto her feet; and Asami had to wonder at the sheer strength all this poise relied on.
She released a little sigh and leaned forward, braving, “Eight?”
“Eight,” Korra repeated, dropping back on her knees, smooth as a cascade. She was rewinding to the half-moon that her back had made, except this time she curled and raised a leg into the air, and then out. The arc of her spine highlighted the dip and ridge of her clavicle.
“Nine,” Asami ventured, without waiting for the commentary.
Korra shook her head, so easy that it seemed to be part of the dance. “They don’t teach that at the schools,” she pouted, not very sympathetically.
Ugh. “You’re..” Asami tried, licking her dry lips with a minor, annoyed jerk of the head. “You’re supposed to be giving me a - comprehensive rundown, right?”
Korra fixed her with an expectant stare, over her shoulder, in the middle of a motion that had her body pivoted to display shamelessly just how far and well her limber waist could twist.
“Anyway, how do they learn this if they’re not taught?” Asami tilted her head, evening her breath.
Korra grinned. “Private lessons.” She pulled herself up and made to advance. “It’s, um, nine has to be… partnered.”
“Right,” Asami breathed, uncrossing her legs. She pressed them together again as Korra approached, to allow her to slide her own on either side of them.
“It can be like,” Korra began, weight on her knees, and Asami leant back to watch her face as she explained. She kept her clenched hands at her sides, as Korra leant heavily onto her crossed legs. “Like this,” Korra said, glancing down over herself - signalling Asami to follow as she slid her hands over her midsection, and over her chest, and over her neck - up until she her hands in her own hair, pulling every inch of her torso taut on the way.
Asami fought to keep the smile off her face, but she couldn’t not lick her lips. “Ten,” she whispered.
Korra pushed a gentle hand into Asami’s shoulder. “That,” she purred - then suddenly she was matter-of-fact, chin tucking, “is what’s called a striptease.”
Asami shook her head, mouth tight. She rolled her eyes, but they were falling heavy with desire in the same breath. “Ten,” she repeated staunchly.
Korra made no move, but she held her body in a lovely curve - perfectly still, though the way her breath came made her chest heave. Asami was inwardly vibrating, but Korra only looked down coyly, teeth grazing her bottom lip. She was having too much fun.
Not that Asami wasn’t. “Ten,” she demanded.
Korra’s head tilted and she placed a couple of fingers to her own mouth.
For their first few years together, life kept picking up speed.
Some days, Korra felt as if things were happening so quickly around her that they hadn’t been happening at all.
The days she could remember, when prompted, were the big, happy ones. Zhu Li’s inauguration, Mako’s promotion to detective, Opal and Bolin’s engagement, Future Industries’ ground-breaking ceremony—but everything in-between was a blur.
Everything, except the mornings.
She could recall almost every single morning as if the images had been stamped into her memory in ink. She remembered them because she was with Asami.
It wasn’t as if anything particularly miraculous was going on. Of course, Korra treasured getting to wake up beside Asami, wrapped up with her, clothed or not—whatever the case, she always woke happy.
When Asami rose before her (which was often) Korra made it a point to watch her as she swept through the room, getting ready for the day.
There were days when Asami dreaded going into work. Korra knew this without having to ask because Asami’s routine slowed to a crawl. She’d curl into Korra’s side, sometimes believing her to be asleep, sometimes waking her up with a kiss or four, but it would take a good amount of shifting and sighing before she rolled out of bed. She’d amble into the bathroom, trudge back out after a shower, come back to the bed for a few more lingering kisses, and extricate herself with such reluctance, Korra could see it in the way she moved her limbs.
There were other, fortunately more frequent days when Asami was excited to go into work. Those were the factory days, Korra knew, because Asami had told her about them with such passion and fervor that Korra could even remember the names of the doohickeys she’d be working with.
Those good days started with a quick kiss, and Asami was up. Korra would find herself dozing while Asami left for the bathroom, but the reopening of the door always functioned as an alarm because Asami would saunter back into the room in a towel that sometimes didn’t close right at the front, or didn’t cover her at all, draped around her neck instead.
Asami would smirk at her on those days. “Always wide awake after my shower, aren’t you?”
Korra would grin and stretch. “Of course. You’ve got such nice legs.”
“At least you’re honest.”
After the shower, Asami would change and—this part Korra loved to watch—put her makeup on.
It wasn’t that she didn’t like Asami without it. For years, Korra had tried to see if it was at all possible for Asami to look bad, and since then she’d seen her: after running an actual marathon, hunched over a toilet, passed out on the kitchen floor, sick with dragon flu, and in every single one of those situations she was still gorgeous.
The thing was, Korra loved watching Asami at work. And she treated makeup like she treated an engine or a blueprint—with careful and dedicated focus.
Korra didn’t understand what all of the creams she used did, but she knew that the one with the blue lid went first, followed by liquid on a cotton ball, followed by the one with the green lid. Asami would meet her eyes in the mirror as she let her face dry, and Korra made it a point to give her at least one goofy smile a day. Many of those smiles passed between the mirror on the vanity.
When Asami set to work on her face, the press of her fingers against her cheeks, the strokes of brushes along her cheekbones, different brushes on her eyes, the cut of her jawline—Korra felt like she was watching an artist. And really, Asami was an artist. With the intricacies of mechanics, of course, but also with a touch of rouge, a swipe of deep red lipstick, or the precise glide of her eyeliner.
After her powder, Korra would watch her tease her hair out and run her fingers through dark locks, just as Korra loved to do.
It was a marvel—the process. It was otherworldly once she’d finished.
She’d always move to return to Korra, sit on the edge of the bed in exactly the same place every time and ask, for nothing but the novelty, “How do I look?”
Every morning prior, Korra had just smiled and drawn her down for a kiss, answering by way of explaining. During the morning in question, however, as Korra lay naked under the sheets, heart thumping in her chest, she responded with the line she’d been rehearsing and a flick of her wrist from under her pillow.
“Like the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”
Asami blinked down at the ring in Korra’s hand, and then back up at her. For a terrible moment, Korra’s stomach twisted itself into knots, watching as Asami just stared at her. In the next moment, however, she’d been tackled back into the sheets, suddenly covered in lipstick and a not-so-clothed girlfr—fiancé…?
“Yes!”
Fiancé.
Yes, Korra remembered the mornings well.
This one was from @perpetual159 who asked for Korra watching Asami getting ready in the morning and it turned into some bullshit.
Hope y’all like it though! As always, I’m on AO3 too.
Hey, bazaar! Just wanted to tell you I greatly admire that you went out of your way to reply to every comment on your fics. Aside from reading a story itself, my next favorite thing in reading fanfics is interacting with the writers. It's a little disappointing when not every writer responds to feedback, so when writer goes outta their way to respond, even if it's just with a "thanks!" is really REALLY wonderful. It's even better when it's it's one of my favorite writers! ;) You are a gem! :D
Aw, thank you!! You always leave such awesome comments and I really do appreciate every single one of them, even if I don’t respond too thoroughly! I’d been feeling like an asshole for not responding to all of the ones I’ve gotten over the years, but even though I might have been a day late and a dollar short on a lot of the old ones, I really hope everyone knows how much I appreciate all the comments and kudos and likes and reblogs and reads! I never thought my dumb jokes would have any kind of audience, so from the bottom of my heart, thank you!! :))
And to anyone else reading this or any of my stuff, please feel free to reach out if you want to! I’m always happy to talk!
