How to Become a God in One Easy Step
He had devoted it to me, robert o'toole, patron saint - in his mind at least - to those drowning. i'm sure you've heard of patron saints before. there's a lot of them.
Cell Block K-9
Jason looked over at the saint bernard and the saint bernard looked back, his face covered with dust from the kibble. he panted a few times before he moved to drink up the water, slobbering all over the place.
Details Of Creeds: Phoenix Kin
Funnily enough, phoenix kin are one of the most commonly seen in the care of ruby saints due to injuries caused by other phoenix kin.
Quick One Shot: Malgor's Apotheosis
They are confused and only know the basics their new life, you should do something about that 'saint'. malgor gave anton's rump a squeeze. "i don't understand. why?"
18 and Full of Need
The saint paused. "you are a powder keg of pheromones right now, baby girl.
Miracle of the Gulls
I have been there as some of the saints joined heavenly father. and i can tell you that your disease is mild."
Yuletide Prayer
"isn't brighid a saint?" cliff asked, figuring the ritual was over. "irish saints are all celtic gods" murdoch replied, "there's quite a lot of attestations of brighid as a goddess before christianisation."
Perks of the job
Something inside him had flicked, and whilst he couldn't explain it, he felt compelled to follow every order the saint bernard now wished to give him.
Prancing Never Felt This Good
"oh thank the saints! finally you came to terms with yourself." prance shook his head, relieved, "kid, we've known since the day you entered malehood. why did you tell me?" rudolph hadn't expected that, "what gave me away?"
My Son and Me and HIm. Ch. 2
He waited through the team's introductions, the warriors versus the saints. the cheerleaders did their cheering. he didn't know which team to choose for. the beast played for the saints, but did he want the other team to win?
savior
Thankfully, keith and his mom walked in with the roast "ah, so this is the saint who saved our little maria!" keith's mother said cheerfully [ [i'm not a saint, i just saw a woman in distress and i killed the problem.]
Hell in a Cell (or a Warehouse)
His face was inches away from the saint bernard's broad, hairy chest, almost completely buried in the executioner's thick, flabby moobs.