#Ki Shaakiihitin

[merriadoc-brandyfuck]

HI i just wanted to say you're a really cool person and i'm really happy we're mutuals :^)

Me rn

I'm happy we're mutuals too :)

[usagi-s2]

Dad for one fic rec!

Ki Shaakiihitin Awâsis (I Love You Baby) by Ilentari

summary: Izuku goes into the woods when dared to by Katsuki. When he gets lost he realizes just why his mother kept him away from the woods and who...*what* his dad is. Based on indigenous folklore!

[ao3feed-izuku-midoriya]

Ki Shaakiihitin Awâsis (I Love You Baby)

Ki Shaakiihitin Awâsis (I Love You Baby) by Ilentari

There was a mark etched into the bark; the mark Izuku had started scratching into the trees with a sharp rock to stop himself from constantly going in circles. His mark was already on this tree. But right above it, three gouges were carved deep into the tree trunk. Like...like claw marks. "A-A...A bear," Izuku told himself shakily. "It must've been a bear." Yet the next tree up ahead with his mark also had three slashes in it. And the one after that. And the one after that. Some of them held claw marks above his mark, others had the gouges going through his mark. There were none on any of the other trees, only on the ones Izuku had marked. No animal behaved like that. Izuku whimpered quietly as the forest began to darken around him, the sun almost fully set. He was being hunted.

Words: 7151, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One

Relationships: Midoriya Izuku & Sensei | All For One, Midoriya Hisashi & Midoriya Izuku

Additional Tags: Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Izuku's Parent, Mentioned Midoriya Inko, Alternate Universe, Indigenous/Native American culture/folklore/religion, specifically Metis and Cree culture and legends, brought to you by an indigenous author, Midoriya Izuku Needs A Hug, Platonic Relationships, Michif (Metis) language, Got a good old fashion chase scene in this one, it's the drama of being hunted by a monster 👏, what are you supposed to do when the monster is your father?, Possessive Sensei | All for One

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33281371

[ahtohallan-calling]

Livv, if your doing more of these Imma take up the offer of fic of a fic: #9 for my Mistress Anna

“Why are you awake right now?”

Anna awoke, and knew without even opening her eyes that her husband was no longer in the bed; if he were here, she wouldn’t be shivering so badly. She stretched slowly, her back still sore from carrying Astrid all day while she worked outdoors, before getting to her feet and drawing the topmost blanket around her shoulders.

She crept slowly through the house, wary of waking her elder daughter, who had taken nearly an hour to settle this evening. As expected, she found Kristoff in the nursery, leaning over the bassinet with one hand lowered to brush against Astrid’s rosy cheek.

Anna came up behind him, holding the corners of her blanket in her fists as she wrapped her arms around his waist, letting her cheek rest against his upper back. “Why are you awake right now, my love?”

He was quiet for a moment; she waited patiently until he said quietly, “Bad dreams.”

“Ah,” was all she said in reply; she had grown familiar with the content of his nightmares over the past several weeks. His dreams were haunted by gunfire and ultimatums, visions of empty cradles and bloodied hands; if Anna was being honest, hers were, too. 

“I know we are safe here, but I cannot believe it,” he admitted. 

Anna rose up on her toes to kiss the back of his neck. “I understand. It’s alright. We can stand here as long as we need.”

She could hear the smile in his voice as he said softly, “Thank you, Anna. Ki shaakiihitin.“

[tamorasky]

Cursing Sharp Stones Chapter 1

Summary: It wasn't uncommon for the women to be eventually cast aside, Elsa knew this all too well. Yet was unable to protect her sister.

Rating: T

Relationship: Elsa/Honeymaren, Kristoff/Anna (background)

Canadian Frontier AU

Words: 1,002

Part 2 of Mistress Anna 

AO3

Tags: Canadian Frontier AU, Metis Culture, Friends to Lovers, Illness, Colonization/Colonialism. 

Notes: This is Elsa's side of MA, it won't be as long but I wanted to write it SO bad!

Rupert’s Land, 1851

Elsa stands off to the side, her arms crossed over her chest as she watches her younger sister embrace their mother. She does not like any of this, wishing she could board up Anna in the house and keep her from going to the fort with their father. But knows that Anna had the willpower of a buffalo and would not be swayed.

The auburn-haired girl turns to Elsa, bounding towards her with glee. Anna takes Elsa’s hands into her own, mirroring eyes reflecting against one another.

“I still do not think you should go.” The older sister warns, her mouth pressed into a thin line as her forehead creases.

“I will be fine!” Anna reassures, squeezing Elsa’s hand in her own. “And really it is only for a few months, the summer will be over in no time.”

Elsa wraps her arms around Anna’s shoulders in an instant, holding her sister close. “You be careful while you are there.”

“I know, I know. Do not get involved with a white man.” Anna giggles, pushing out of Elsa’s embrace. “Ki shaakiihitin.”

“Ki shaakiihitin.” Elsa repeats, forcing a smile as she watches her younger sister meander towards the carriage, where their father waited for her.

The brunette steps forward, shoving her hands into the pockets of her buckskin jacket as she watches the carriage pull away with her sister in it. Standing next to her mother, Elsa sighs loudly, catching Iduna’s attention from the road.

“What is it sa jaang?” The matriarch asks, placing a hand on her daughter’s back.

“I do not like this.” Elsa states sternly, her narrowed eyes still fixated on the road. Reluctantly she looks away to her mother, whose own features are unreadable. “How do you feel about this all?”

Iduna sighs, glancing down at her moccasins. “This is a choice Anna has to make. It is not up for us to decide.”

“You could have told her to stay,” Elsa states, pulling away from her mother without another word, ignoring as Iduna calls out for her to return.

The brunette ventures into the bush, further away from their river lot. She could not believe that her mother had allowed Anna to leave Ahtohallan, the safety of their community for Fort Arendelle. Iduna of all people should know what these journey’s entailed; Anna would return to Ahtohallan pregnant with child, or worse, engaged to a white man.

Elsa remembers living in Arendelle with their father as a young girl, Anna was not yet born. She can still recall the night their father cast them out of his home, throwing his pregnant wife and young daughter to the wilderness.

She comes to the river, her toes kissing the water’s edge as she wraps her arms around herself, staring across to the other side. Thinking back to only yesterday, when her and Anna played in the water, splashing and tricking one another. Now Elsa is alone and would be for the entire summer.

Her ears perk up as she hears rustling in the bush behind her. Elsa spins around, her eyes scanning the forest to locate the source of the noise. Certain that it must be a rabbit or deer, but one could never be careful with Fort Arendelle and Carlton nearby.

A figure moves through the trees, in that moment Elsa wishes that she had brought her gun to protect her. She slowly crouches to the ground, picking up a sharp rock into her hands, curling it into her fist as she yells out. “Who is there?”

The figure proceeds closer toward the riverbank as Elsa’s grip on the stone tightens, digging painfully into her palm. The brunette expects a white man to emerge from the forest, watching her as if she is prey to him. But no man emerges.

Elsa’s hold of the stone loosens as the figure emerges. Her blue eyes widen as they step onto the riverbank. A Cree woman stares back at the Metis women, sky-blue eyes meeting ones the colour of chestnuts.  The woman’s dark brown hair is secured in a braid, her shoulders covered in a dark brown shawl with a rust-coloured skirt peeking out from underneath.

Elsa glances down to the Cree woman’s side, noticing the two rabbits she held. The woman in front of her is most likely from the nearby encampment, Yelana’s tribe. Elsa drops the stone finally, offering a polite smile to the other woman.

“Your hand is bleeding.” The woman states, staring at Elsa’s hand. The brunette glances down at her hand, noticing that there is in fact a small gash on her palm.

“O-oh, I did not notice it.” Elsa stutters. Her cheeks flushing, in what the young woman is certain is embarrassment. The other woman giggles, causing Elsa to glance back up at her, managing a smile.

“Let me help you with that.” The Cree woman reaches into a small bag, Elsa had not even noticed at her side. The woman takes out what looks to be a roll of gauze, steeping towards Elsa, the stranger demands. “Hold your hand out.”

With some hesitancy, Elsa holds her hand out to the stranger, allowing her to take her hand. Elsa’s palm faces towards the sky as the woman gently wraps the hand.

“You just carry this stuff around with you?” Elsa inquires.

“My brother has been known to be clumsy from time to time.” The stranger shrugs, wrapping the hand once more before cutting the piece of gauze from the larger bundle.

“He and my sister would get along,” Elsa smirks, tucking the end of the gauze. She glances up again as the woman giggles, the soft laughter turning Elsa’s smirk into a genuine smile. “I’m Elsa.” She says, louder than expected, flinching at the loudness of her voice.

“I’m Honeymaren.” The woman responds, her gaze never leaving Elsa’s as she tucks away the gauze and knife. Elsa peers back at Honeymaren, thinking that maybe her summer won’t be as lonely as she thought it would be.

Author’s Note: ALSO! I understand that Sami (who the Northuldra are based on) are an entirely distinct Indigenous group from North American Indigenous groups. I just thought this might be a fun thing to write especially since I study Fur Trade marriages and Metis Women.

[troweltime]

falling in love in michif

special thanks to the gabriel dumont institute for their vocabulary and phrases

♡♡♡

lamoor ♡ love

aen amooreu ♡ lover

aan amoor ♡ love affair

malaajhii damoor ♡ lovesick

ta bloond/ta jang ♡ your sweetheart

ki wiishinakooshin ♡ you're cute

ki kischi shaakiihitin ♡ i love you

mischayt ki shakiiyitin ♡ i love you so many times

ka shakihitin poor toozhoor ♡ i'll love you forever

kaaya kooshta ki shakihitin ♡ don't be scared, i love you

kaaya kooshta awiiyuk ki shaakihik ♡ don't be scared, someone loves you

poor kiiya ♡ for you...

poor kiiya moon amoor ♡ for you, my sweetheart

niiya ooshchi ♡ from me...

ooma moon keur kanawaymisho ♡ here is my heart, take care

kishchiitaymitin ♡ i adore you

kishchiitaymitin taapitow ♡ i adore you always

ni pii kopayin kaaya oota ka ayayen ♡ i fall to pieces when you're not here

assii ni kashkayyihtayn kaaya oota ka ayayen ♡ i get so lonely when you're not here

ni kiishkwaan ka kishkishitotataan ♡ i go crazy when i think of you

yaenk chi itwayyen aen tipaymitaan ♡ just say you're mine

oochaymin ♡ kiss me

moon keur mooshkinew avik l'amoor ♡ my hear is full of love

oota toon keur aashta ♡ plant your heart here

taanishi kischi aen shaakiihiyen ♡ which way to your heart?

kii kiishkwayhiin ♡ you drive me crazy

kiiya piiko poor niiya ♡ you're the only one for me