Godofpain Stories

this will mostly be about the log characters being parents and also other characters from the Rinaverse series if your looking for a ff to lose time and has some fluff and just sweet time's this the one for you Also there is no exact timeline so if you get confused you can ask me

Lots of steamy/fluffy/angsty one shots of the Legacy Of Gods series by Rina Kent!! Ps: I do not own any of these characters! These one shots are totally fan made by me

Two childhood friends. One turned golden boy loved by all, shining on the court and in the classroom. The other became a shadow dangerous, sharp-edged, and unapologetically cruel. Years later, college brings them back into each other's orbit. But nothing is the same. Not the stolen glances, not the late-night silences, and definitely not the way one of them now feels like the beginning of a war. What begins as a slow unraveling soon spirals into something darker. Secrets claw their way to the surface. Loyalty turns to obsession. Love becomes a game of power, punishment, and possession. This isn't a story of soft touches or sweet confessions. It's about chasing the villain, even when you know he'll ruin you. Especially when you want him to. Some stories aren't written to be safe. Some are written to hurt and still, you beg for more.

oneshots of my favourite Rina Kent series legacy of God's. There might be some chapters from other rina Kent No One, but this is a LOG fanfic

The shadows whispered of a king, Landon, they called, a twisted thing. His mind a maze, his heart a stone, He played his games, utterly alone. The Bratva seethed, their fury grew, Each heir he mocked, each insult flew. Then they called on him, from New York's harsh gleam, A future pakhan, fueled by a vengeful dream. Not to destroy, but to possess, To bend the King, to his distress. With soft words and eyes of burning coal, He schemed to claim Landon, body and soul. A dance of power, yet to play, Where cunning met a twisted sway. The Bratva's heir, with plans untold, And the King, in a cage of his own cold. Would love bloom in this battle of might? Or just ashes by the end of this dark night?