Madara Uchiha is in an abusive relationship. Not only does he get physically abused, but he's also being bullied into giving up his career and made to believe he's completely useless and unloveable. One day, he gets a chance to model for a famous photographer of the name Hashirama Senju. He takes this chance, and between the two men is an instant connection. They meet again, and the portraits Hashirama take of Madara get more and more daring over time, as does their relationship. But the two of them are connected in more ways than one. In fact, they are connected in ways that will shock them both to the core... Will Madara ever believe he is truly worthy of love?

Madara Uchiha has everything. Money. Fame. A fan base... At least, on the surface. Behind the world-renown fashion model is a broken man that has developed a substance addiction to get by his stressful life. But Madara has a secret. In the veiled world of online dating, he is chatting to a man that goes under the name H, who is a New York trauma surgeon, a man who, unbeknown to Madara, is trying to survive his own trauma. They fall in love over their phone screens, never having learned one another's name, faces... Or secrets. When Madara deteriorates, he has to choose if he can trust the man he has grown to love so much. Will they ever meet one another?

another book for oneshots ! multi-fandom (including bts/k-pop, phan/youtube, anime/tv, game fandoms, and more) with lots of ships. no x-readers.

"I-I" His speach got caught in his throat. He tried to talk, but the only thing that seemed to be heard were vowels. This frustrated him to a point where he just didn't even want to try to speak. He continued to stare at the man before him. Crimson red eyes, like blood almost. Maybe even a richer shade of red. His hair, that silky raven hair that fell to his shoulders. That pale, porcelain skin of his. His strong jawline that held sharp canine like teeth you can see when he smirked; his trademark. His nose was pointed but it accentuated his full lips and the almond shape of his eyes. Naruto knew this person. He knew him very well. "S-Sasuke." He whispered, finally able to get a word out. The man looked at him, unphased that Naruto learnedbhis secret. "You-You're a-uh-a" "Yes, Naruto." Sasuke interrupted the blonde boy's stutter. "I'm a devil. Something your parents told you to never play with." Naruto's breath hitched....

In the world of Demon Slayer, darkness lurks at every corner. Fearsome demons roam, preying on the innocent. But in this chaos, a small light blooms in the form of the Hashira, elite warriors sworn to protect humanity. Among them are four figures, each battling their own demons-both literal and personal. Obanai Iguro, the Serpent Hashira, stands tall and proud, but inside, he wrestles with shame. His past is stained with regret, and he believes he's unworthy of love. His heart aches for Mitsuri Kanroji, the Love Hashira, who radiates warmth and kindness. Yet, he pushes her away, convinced she deserves someone pure, not a man haunted by his actions. Mitsuri sees through Obanai's walls. She admires his strength and determination, but he never believes her. When she expresses her feelings, he only retreats deeper into his self-loathing. This creates tension between them, a push and pull that neither can escape. On another front, Sanemi Shinazugawa, the Wind Hashira, fights not only demons but also his past. His life is marked by scars-physical and emotional. He believes his worth is tied to his strength, and he hides his softer side. Sanemi harbors feelings for Kanae Kocho, the Flower Hashira, who embodies grace and resilience. She understands the weight he carries, but he struggles to let her in. Kanae longs to show Sanemi that love can heal, but his fears create walls between them. Their bond grows strained as Sanemi pushes her away, convinced that his scars define him. In a place like this, will love grow and blossom?