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ShiIta Fall Week 2021 has officially ended.

Huge thanks to everyone who participated and shared their lovely works with the rest of us! ❤️🖤 Y’all’s creativity is amazing and we’ve really enjoyed the awesome things you’ve come up with.

Hopefully, y’all had a good time and we’ll see you next year for another ShiIta Fall Week!

P.S: As a reminder, late submissions are accepted and will be reblogged through the middle of November.

[ferxisakasuna]

“I’m falling in deep, do you already know my love is after you?”

—Meg Myers, After you

This was planned for the prompt “mutual pining” from ShiItaFallWeek 😊

[bibanana]

Whoops! Isn't it soooo embarrassing when your boyfriend comes back from the dead eight years later and catches you as a missing nin? Ugh, I hate it when that happens. Edo Tensei prompt for @shiitafallweek2021

[ichilysa]

☆Shisui and Itachi Edo tensei☆

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Extra chibi:

Shisui: ohhh, you are taller than me!

[bibanana]

Shisui, teasingly: It's a pretty big coincidence you stopped getting haircuts right after I told you I liked your hair long, huh?

Itachi, scrambling for an excuse: Uh, actually, long hair is a respectable marker for a strong ninja-

Shisui: A strong genin ninja, eh?

Mutual pining doodle for @shiitafallweek2021

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October 24th:

Mutual Pining | Edo Tensei | “Things we do for love”

[ichilysa]

Itachi and Shisui Ambu AU Fem

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[itachi-uchiha-deserved-better]

Shiita fall week day 7: touch starved

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With credit to @uchihashisui-kun as this was inspired by one of our previous RP threads.

Itachi wakes up to the sharp sound of knuckles rapping on his window. His body moves instinctively before his mind can quite catch up and he's on his feet, a kunai pulled from under his pillow and held defensively in one hand while he pushed the window open with the other.

"Shisui?" Itachi blinked a few times, taking in the older Uchiha's appearance. He was still dressed in his Anbu gear. His chest was rising and falling in shallow, rapid breaths. Blood splattered his face and dripped from his clothes.

There was a strained look kn Shisui's face. Like he was almost surprised that Itachi had actually answered the knock at his window. The look turned to guilt when he saw Itachi reach up to wipe the sleep from his eyes.

"I'm sorry, I shouldnt have woken you up." Shisui knew all too well how little sleep Itachi usually got. He always worried over the dark circles beneath Itachi's eyes and how they never seemed to go away even when Itachi was home and not on missions.

Itachi shook his head, tucking the kunai into the waistband of his sleep pants.

"Dont be sorry, Shisui. Are you ok? Are you hurt? Come on, come inside."

Shisui pulled himself through the open window. He landed just in front of Itachi, shaking his head, eyes cast down unable to meet Itachi's gaze.

"Not my blood." He managed to choke out past the lump in his throat. That was enough. Itachi understood. Itachi took Shisui by the hand and pulled him over to the bed.

"Sit down." Itachi's tone was gentle, steady, cool soothing water on Shisui's burning psyche.

Shisui hesitated, "I'll get blood on your sheets."

"Dont worry about them. Sit down."

Shisui obeyed. He sat on the bed staring down into his hands. Hands that were responsible for so much pain and misery. They were shaking. He remembered they hadnt stopped shaking since he put his blade to his target's throat. His target...hed never questioned orders before. Never came so close to failing a mission. She wasnt even a shinobi. He'd taken out her guards without even a moment of hesitation. But when he'd finally reached her, she was barely more than a child. How could this girl pose a threat to the leaf.

Itachi kneeled down in front of him. He briefly took Shisui's blood stained hands in his own, giving them a gentle, reassuring squeeze before turning his attention to undoing the laces of Shisui's arm guards. Shisui sat there, motionless. His vision blurred. Tears slipped silently down from the corner of his eyes, creating tracks through the dried blood caked on his face.

Itachi's deft fingers made quick work of the knotts holding Shisui's arm guards in place. Shisui felt the weight lift off, and he could feel a few of the muscles that hed been clenching start to relax a little bit.

Itachi bent down and started untying Shisui's shin guards. Shisui could see that Itachi's hair, tied back in its usual neat pony tail was still wet from a shower earlier in the night. He could smell the soft scent of the lavender shampoo Itachi used with ever shift of the younger man's head. He wanted to bury his face in Itachi's neck and wrap himself in that scent to chase away the sickly sweet scent of blood that surrounded him.

Itachi moved on to Shisui's shoes, slipping them from his feet and taking a second to massage each foot, the soft touch sending shivers up Shisui's spine.

Itachi hesitated, "is this ok?"

Shisui nodded. Itachi's hands returned, gently massaging up each leg to the knee, trying to ease the tension from Shisui's muscles. Shisui closed his eyes. He tried to empty his mind, to let his world narrow down to Itachi's careful, soothing touch.

The touch withdrew all too soon and Shisui opened his eyes again.

"Let me get you some clean clothes." Itachi stood up, moving to his closet and pulling out a pair of neatly folded pants.

"I'm not sure any of my shirts will fit you. These might be a bit short but they should work for the night."

Shisui tried to refuse, "I can change when I go home-"

Itachi frowned. He walked back to Shisui. He reached out with his hand and Shisui found himself having to fight not to flinch away as Itachi cupped his cheek.

"No." His voice was still gentle and quiet, but there was a sternness now. A tone that made it clear that Itachi wasn't about to let Shisui argue with him.

"You're not going home tonight. I'm not going to let you spend the night alone." Itachi leaned in, pressing his forehead against Shisui's.

Shisui shook his head again, but he didnt have the strength to pull away, to take away the blissful sensation of Itachi's soft skin against his.

"'Tachi...."

"-no. Shisui I know that look. It was a bad one, wasnt it."

Shisui nods weakly. She was barely more than a child...

"Go ahead and change, ok? I'm gonna get something to clean you up a bit. Put your clothes by the door and I'll wash them in the morning."

Shisui obeyed. He pulled off the clothes that were soaked through with blood, chilling him to the bone. Getting them off did seem to help. Shisui put on Itachi's sweatpants, putting his bloody clothes and armor by the door like Itachi had instructed. Then he went back to sit on the bed. A heavy weariness was starting to fall over him. A weariness that had nothing to do with the physical exertion of his mission and everything to do with the weight of his target's please for mercy still echoing in his mind.

Itachi came back with a bowl of warm water and a cloth. Without a word, Itachi came back to Shisui's side. He set the bowl on his nightstand and began to wash the blood and sweat and dirt from Shisui's face. Shisui leaned into the touch. As Itachi washed his face, his other hand massaged the crook of Shisui's neck, fingers working into the muscle and working to ease the knots there.

Shisui's eyes fluttered. His breathing eavened out, drawing in deeper breaths as Itachi's presence washed over him, cool and calm.

Itachi's hands moved to Shisui's chest. He paused briefly to clean the cloth in the bowl of water before returning to his gentle ministrations. Shisui couldn't remember the last time someone had treated him so gently. It reminded him of how he watched Mikoto sooth little Sasuke when the boy came home with a cut or a scrape. Shisui's heart ached. He'd never had a mother to sooth his wounds.

Itachi ran the cloth over Shisui's shoulders and down his back, washing away Shisui's pain and guilt with the blood and sweat. Shisui felt himself start to relax, leaning further into Itachi as he drifted off to the loving touch of his most precious person.

[bibanana]

Forbidden Love for @shiitafallweek2021 because I cannot get out of my head the idea of farmhand Shisui falling for the mysterious missing nin Itachi Uchiha, who gets his heart begrudgingly stolen by a civilian with a crooked grin and kind eyes 😳

[amikotsu]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Naruto Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Uchiha Itachi/Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Itachi & Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Itachi & Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke & Uchiha Shisui Characters: Uchiha Itachi, Uchiha Shisui, Uchiha Sasuke Additional Tags: ShiIta Fall Week 2021 (Naruto), Touch-Starved, Kissing, Touching, First Time Blow Jobs, Oral Sex, Boys In Love, Cute, Cute Ending, Happy Ending, Uchiha Itachi-centric, Uchiha Itachi Lives, Uchiha Shisui Lives, No Uchiha Massacre, Alternate Universe - Time Travel Series: Part 2 of Itachi’s Time Travel Journey Summary:

His lips burned a path down Shisui’s neck and chest, his own greed a tone for their time together. The stability of the world meant nothing, not in the privacy of his bedroom, with the quiet of the house his only witness. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t madly in love with the man beneath him.

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October 23rd:

Touch Starved | Forbidden Love | ANBU AU

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[uchihashisuii]

let my heart be hardened. | Shisui/Itachi

Summary: Itachi watches as the man he loves, loves someone else.

Pairing: Shisui/Itachi | Shisui/OFC

Word Count: 3099

Rating: Teen

Prompt: “There was only one bed.” | Unrequited Love | Canon Divergence

Content warning for angst, heartbreak, + unrequited love

Author’s Note: once again this is late ;-; sorry I keep posting the sads

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Ao3 Link

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Itachi comes very close. The words nearly come out, spilling out from between his lips like the sweetest poison; refreshing for just a moment, a truth admitted, a heart lightened. But the cost -

Itachi doesn’t want to say it. Doesn’t want to destroy himself and Shisui in the process, to crumble all they’d built together. But it is hard - not the decision itself, no. The most difficult and bitter part is watching everything slip from his fingers regardless.

He loves Shisui. Loves him with every breath, more and more as each day passes. But Shisui only has eyes for Akari.

Keep reading

[cynniminni]

ShiIta Fall Week Day 3: Royalty AU

Itachi was rumored to be a cold king, but he's really just tired bc Shisui won't let him sleep ;)

Twitter: https://twitter.com/cynniminnii/status/1450850726515646469

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October 22nd:

Confessions (love confessions, drunk confessions, etc) | Uchiha Massacre Aftermath | Soulmate AU

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ShiIta Fall Week Day 5: Canon Divergence

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Canon Divergence: Hokage!Itachi AU

Itachi had taken a short walk around the village, hoping to stretch his legs. It was the one major downside to the fact that he never went on missions anymore - his entire body always felt stiff from sitting in the chair behind the Hokage’s desk.

Right...His desk.

Even after a year it seemed a little surreal. The Hokage’s cloak still felt to him like he was a child playing dress up. He could remember a time when he was just old enough to hold a kunai, when his father had brought him to a meeting with the Hokage. He remembered Minato’s hand coming down to ruffle his hair as he ducked his head shyly down into his father’s chest.

“Your father tells me you’re studying very hard. I know you will grow up to be a great shinobi. You could probably even become Hokage one day!” Minato had set his hat down on Itachi’s head. It was giant and heavy on his tiny frame, falling forward over his face. He remembers Minato’s laughter.

“Don’t worry, Fugaku, he’s got plenty of time to grow into it.”

Itachi still felt like the hat was too big. The weight of it made his steps heavy as he walked. Maybe he still had some growing to do.

A kunai came whizzing from the shadows, the sound of it whistling through the air shattered the silence around Itachi and he snapped out of his thoughts, jumping out of the way and immediately activating his sharingan. He scanned the shadows around him, searching for his attacker.

There was a whisper of wind behind him. A voice in his ear made him shiver.

“You’re so frightfully alone lord sixth. Didn’t feel like taking your guard dogs for their walk?” The voice is low, sinister, but with a playful undertone that makes Itachi smile.

“Parrot...are you really at this again?” Itachi feigns a yawn, “We both know I don’t need my guards to deal with you.” Itachi slips a Kunai out from a sheath sewn into the hem of his sleeve, turning and striking in a seamless movement.

His kunai meets empty air. There is a flicker of movement and Itachi’s eyes land on a figure perching on a nearby rooftop. Red eyes peer out of an anbu mask adorned with a long beak and red paint to create a mockery of a parrot’s head. The figure cocked its head and Itachi heard a laugh bubbling up, an almost unhinged sounding laugh.

“Too slow, Hokage-sama. You’re out of practice.” The voice seemed to echo around Itachi as figures appeared on neighboring rooftops, each one wearing the same parrot mask, the spectors flickering faintly at a frequency anyone without the sharingan wouldn’t have been able to see. Three shuriken flew at Itachi from each direction and Itachi channeled chakra into his eyes and his feet, throwing himself into the air as he made a murder of crows explode outward from where he had been standing.

They were dashing across rooftops, Itachi in the lead but with the masked man not far behind. Itachi listened closely, marking each footfall. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. A flash of Chakra and the masked man was in front of him.

Predictable, Parrot. Entirely too predictable. Itachi drops, kicking out with his legs, catching the masked man at the ankle and sending him sprawling down into the dirt with a bone crunching thud. Itachi landed above him, poised with a kunai pressed gingerly against the masked shinobi’s skin.

“Shit, ‘Tachi.” The masked man groaned underneath him, “Ease up, I’m pretty sure you just broke my ribs.”

Itachi pulled away, tucking his Kunai back into its sheath with practiced ease. He reached down and pulled the mask off, grinning down at Shisui underneath him.

“What was that about me being out of practice, Shisui?” Itachi clasped his hand around Shisui’s forearm, pulling him up from the ground and slinging his arm underneath Shisui’s armpit to help support him.

“Alright, I take it back. Fuck, can’t we go back to the days when you looked up at me like I knew everything and I could kick your ass?”

Itachi smiles and gives Shisui a kiss, “Absolutely not. But after Sakura patches you up, you can buy me dinner and I’ll try to make up for it, okay?”

[kurahku]

Feeling each other after weeks of separation

Day 4 - Reunited

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