#unamed nurse

[fievell]

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[theautismwizard]

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[glitterpeachtree]

You were stabbed by Lloyd. You were laying on the ground basically unconscious. Six ran up to you and felt for a pulse. He then listened to make sure your airways were clear. In doing so he lifted your chin up to ease your breathing.

"(Y/N)? (Y/n)? You with me?" You fluttered your eyes going in and out of consciousness. Next he lifted your shirt to see your stab wound. He took his jacket off and wrapped it around your waist, tying it to stop the bleeding. You had already lost a lot of blood. You were white, and shaky. Court pressed on your wound with one hand as he took your pulse again with the other. You winced, making a moaning sound.

"Sorry. Gotta stop the bleeding. Try to stay awake. Look at me." I kept blinking my eyes I was very light headed. A couple of minutes later he lifted me in his arms and put me in a truck. Court leaned my seat all the way back and elevated my legs on the dash. I was in shock. Court zoomed through town.

Finally he lifted me into a small closed clinic. Only one nurse was there, she was a part of Fitzroy's network.

He rushed me inside, "She's lost a lot of blood." Courtland laid me on a bed.

The nurse noticed how pale I was. "She's need a hospital. Im just a nurse." The nurse said.

"That's okay. I know field medicine. Just get two units of O neg, IV tubing, and saline. Also a suture kit, and lidocaine." He said quickly. He gently took off the jacket that was holding your wounds together.

"Hurts." I slurred.

"It's gonna be okay. I'm gonna stitch it up okay? Try to relax." Court brushed the side of my face with his hand. The nurse came back with supplies.

"Can you set up the blood infusion? Hand me the clorahexidine and lidocaine." I could hear Court washing his hands, and putting gloves on. He poured the clorahexidine in my wound. I winced at how cold it felt. Next he inserted the needle. That hurt a bit. I flinched.

"Deep breath. It'll be numb in a second. Just keep breathing." He waited a couple minutes, then I heard a metal clank. He was now suturing my incision. I don't remember much from this. I lost consciousness. But next thing I knew, I had a big bandage across my waist. I also had an IV going in my arm. A blood transfusion. Court placed me in the car, and the nurse put a bunch of medical items in the back. I was so cold, I started shivering. The unamed nurse put a scratchy blanket over me.

"Good luck Mr. Gentry." The nurse said.

"Thanks." Court said.

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I slept for most of the ride. I kept feeling Courtland holding my wrist for a couple seconds to make sure I still had a pulse. When I came to, I woke up in a small bedroom, and IV in my arm. It was being held up by a coat rack. I started coughing a little bit.

Courtland came into view, and held a glass of water to my mouth. "Easy. Take it slow." He set the glass down next to me. I was so tired, I could barely keep my eyes open. "The morphine is probably making you drowsy. Just rest." He softly squeezed my hand.

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The next day I felt a bit more awake. I was awake for couple minutes before Court checked on me.

"Oh. You're awake. How are you feeling? You're due for another dose of morphine." Court said. He crouched so that he was in your field of vision.

"I feel kind of floaty?" My voice came out rough and quiet.

"Probably blood sugar. I got apple juice." Court turned around and offered orange juice. I took a couple of sips with his help, I was still kind of shaky.

"You need morphine?" Court asked.

"No." I simply said.

"You're not in pain?" He questioned.

"I am. Don't want to get addicted." I said as I rested my eyes. My brother had a drug problem and it scared me to death to end up like him.

"You're not gonna get addicted if you need it." He ignored my request and took the syringe, plunging it into the vial and then pulled back on the stopper to the correct dosage. He then injected it into your IV. I was too tired to argue.

"Let's look at the damage." Court gestured to my wound. He then went into the bathroom and washed his hands, and collected chlorhexidine and a new bandage.

He started to peel away the old bandage. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Safe house." He simply said he was inspecting my wound, making sure the stitches were still intact, and that there was no sign of infection.

"What are you, a doctor?" I asked.

He looked up at me and said, "Not exactly. I was taught battlefield medicine." He started pouring and dabbing away with antiseptic.

"Ow." I winced.

"Sorry." He mumbled. He waited a minute for the antiseptic to dry, and then he applied a clean new bandage. I shortly fell asleep from the morphine as Court checked on me every half hour.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Being a former student nurse I can't even fathom what the healthcare staff in Gaza are going through.

They are working tirelessly, they have no electricity, they are rationing supplies for patients just to have something.

Overrun with traumatic injuries you have never dealt with.

People who've inhaled tear gas.

People who've been burned by white phosphorus down to the bone.

On top of regular things in a packed hospital.

Imagine being the last person to see these families and trying to comfort men, women, children who've lost everything.

Giving bad news is already so heartbreaking, I can't imagine giving it to a child and telling them their parents are gone.

Or telling a parent their child is gone.

Every day, every hour.

Having to keep reports and notes of what you've seen, documenting unamed dead babies and other children.

Knowing their is no aid coming and choosing to stay anyway because you are all these patients have.

Especially those who are too hurt and can't be evacuated.

Knowing at any moment you could die. You're ambulance might be bombed. You're hospital might be bombed.

Going home and not knowing who might be their when you return, patient and colleague alike.

You remember what the hospitals were like during COVID, this is a thousand times worse.

A burns surgeon worked for 7 days straight.

He went home for one day.

And his house was bombed and he died with his entire family.

Another broke down when he saw that it was his father and brother who had been bought in, now dead.

And that's without mentioning the hospital that was just bombed.

This was all about harming and killing Palestinian civilians.

[razberry-bungle]

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[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Dark Forest Resident: Crispblue

Aliases / Nicknames: The Cleanser (by self), Bitch, Starclan Hating Monster

Gender: she-cat

Sexuality: ??

Family: Blueflower (mother), Applestrike (father), Mossshriek (mate), Duskit Birdkit Dirtkit (kits)

Other Relations: unnamed mentor, unamed apprentice

Clan: shadowclan

Rank: warrior

Characteristics: ableist, hates "useless" cats, just horrendous

Number of Victims: 30

Number of Murders: 26

Murder Method: clawing, asphyxiation

Known Victims: Brownfoot, Dirtkit, various unamed elders, warriors, and apprentices

Victim Profile: deformed cats, and cats she considered ugly

Cause of Death: mauled and eaten by a wolf

Cautionary Tale: ??

Story:

Disgusting. 

All of them. 

There were so many revolting cats in the Clans, even polluting her own camp with their hideous bodies and horrible stench.

She couldn't stand it. By the fresh kill pile, sharing the nursery with her as she nursed, healing her of her wounds.

Those creatures were everywhere.

The first one she got rid of was easy to kill. Brownfoot was slow and feeble.

She took him outside "to get you some fresh air." She unsheathed her claws as she saw him limp out of the elders’ den. "Pathetic" elders didn't do shit for the Clan and they did even less when they were injured.

She clawed in the neck and held him down and watched him choke on his own blood.

She’d pick off a lot of them since then. Several medicine cats, some elders, lots of apprentices. They had always had an accident of some kind and as far as she was concerned, she was saving the leader the ordeal of having to tell them they couldn't be warriors.

The Clan was small and scared. Most cats assumed some badger or fox had been strong enough to overpower all the disabled cats, but this still didn't explain how some merely disfigured cats were dying in the same fashion. 

She was saving the Clans in her own warped mind. "Only the strong will survive and we need to hunt to live, so if you can’t hunt, you shouldn't be, here, right?"

One day she was out hunting and she chased a vole into some trees she was faced with a hungry wolf. Her shrieks had practically echoed within the wolf’s mouth as its teeth cracked her skull, stench choking her, but not before the beast took its time playing, tearing her, breaking her. And when it was all over, the clearing was a canvas of blood.

Additional Information:

--Submission by @purplegr33n​ Hope you don’t mind I made the death part longer. She deserves it.

--She has a mutation that makes her stripes not match.

--She killed one of her own kits for being “ugly.”

--She is just the worst.

--After avoiding her forth fight in the Death Ring she ran away and met Crowheart in the bog they are good friends

-Once she hanged on the starclan barrier for hours one starclan cat saw her dark red eyes and left.

[emilynightshade89]

Daybreakers OC: Wendy McCoy

Face Claim: Joyce Byers (Winona Ryder) - Stranger Things

Age: Early 40s

Orientation: Bisexual

Family Members: One younger brother, mother and stepfather (all deceased)

S.O.s: Lionel "Elvis" Cormac, Unamed Fiancee (former/deceased)

Occupation: Field Nurse - Military (former)

Skills: Close Combat

[doerte-und-katja-in-namibia]

Montag, 22.01, bis Sonntag 28.01.2024

Für die kommenden vier Wochen sind wir in Windhoek West in einem Gästehaus untergebracht, welches bereits seit Jahren für internationale Studierende, die in den ortsansässigen Krankenhäuser eingesetzt sind, seine Türen öffnet.

Neben einem Haupthaus, in dem wir untergebracht sind, gibt es noch mehrere Nebenhäuser, sowie einen Pool und einen Barbecue-Carport. Oder "Braai", wie die Namibier das Grillen nennen. Wir haben eine Küche und Bad ganz für uns, die großräumigen Gemeinschaftsräume teilen wir uns wiederum mit neun norwegischen Nursing-Studentinnen. Sie sind genauso wir wir im Katutura Hospital und Central Hospital von Windhoek eingesetzt. In einem der Nebengebäuden wohnen Kenton, der Gästehausbesitzer und sein Cousin, Joseph, als Hausverwalter. Die beiden Namibier sind uns sofort sympathisch und immer sofort zur Stelle, wenn Unterstützung gefragt ist. Wir hätten uns keine bessere Unterbringung vorstellen können und sind mehr als zufrieden.

Nachdem wir am Montag die letzten bürokratischen Dinge für unseren Arbeitseinsatz abhaken können. So bringen wir noch unsere Reisepässe zu den Home Affairs, damit diese hier das Study Permit eintragen können (Dörtes Antrag ist nun glücklicherweise auch durchgegangen). Außerdem treffen wir uns mit den für uns zuständigen Mitarbeiterinnen der UNAM (University of Namibia), wo wir unseren Arbeitsvertrag unterzeichnen. Überraschenderweise dürfen wir sogar selbst mitbestimmen, wie lange wir jeweils in der beiden Krankenhäuser arbeiten möchten und auf welchen Stationen. Wir entscheiden uns für zwei Wochen Katutura Hospital, sowie zwei Wochen Central Hospital mit Fokus auf den Kreißsäalen, neben Schnuppern in den Wochenbettstationsalltag und Kreißsaal-Op. Mrs. Masule nennt uns als zu absolvierende Dienstzeiten nur kurze Schichten von 07.00 bis 13.00 Uhr. Die Wochenenden haben wir zudem grundsätzlich frei.

Als Mrs. Masule von der UNAM uns eröffnet, dass wir unsere eigene Arbeitskleidung mitbringen müssen, fühlen wir uns ziemlich unvorbereitet. Das hat uns vorher niemand gesagt. Zum Glück findet sich in Kentons Guesthose ein ganzer Schrank voller Kasacks und Arbeitshosen, die vorangegangene Studierende hier gelassen haben und die wir nutzen dürfen.

Der Dienstag gestaltet sich als Einführungstag im Krankenhaus, an dem uns die Praxiskoordinatorin für Azubis und Studentinnen im Krankenhaus herumführt und uns unsere Aufgaben und Pflichten näher bringt. Sechs der Norwegerinnen starten ebenfalls mit uns im Katutura Hospital. Tatsächlich sind wir von den facilities des Krankenhaus etwas positiv überrascht. Trotz dass es Armut ausstrahlt, haben wir vom Krankenhaus, angrenzend an das Windhoeker Township Katutura, fast noch Schlimmeres erwartet .

Am Mittwoch ist dann endlich unser erster Tag im Kreißsaal. Wir sind sehr aufgeregt als wir unseren Weg zur "Labour Ward", wie sie hier bezeichnet wird, zum Arbeitsstart um 07.00 Uhr beschreiten.

Wir sind überrascht von all den Menschen, die sich für die Übergabe versammeln. Mit uns und den drei Norwegerinnen zusammen sind etwa 25 Studentinnen für die Tagschicht gekommen. Zusätzlich etwa 20 examinierte Nurses. In Namibia gibt es keine spezialisierte Hebammenausbildung. Sondern die Krankenschwesterausbildung umfasst auch die Hebammentätigkeit in Teilen. So gibt es zum einen die sogenannten "Enrolled Nurses", welche ein zweijähriges Studium durchlaufen und Grundpflegetätigkeiten übernehmen, wie Vitalzeichen messen, Schwangerenaufnahme und Wehenbegleitung. Auf den meisten Stationen dürfen sie keine Medikamente verabreichen. Auf der anderen Seite "Registered Nurses/Midwifes". Die Registered  Nurses studieren für insgesamt vier Jahre und tragen anschließenden gleichzeitig den Titel der Midwife bzw. Hebamme. Sie sind diejenigen, die die Geburten leiten.

Allerdings scheint im Katutura Hospital die Grenze der beiden Kategorien fließend, hier unterscheidet sich der Tätigkeitsbereich der enrolled nurses und registered nurses kaum.

Genauso wie in Deutschland, werden in pathologischen Fällen Ärzte hinzugerufen. Läuft alles physiologisch ab, ist kein Arzt zur Geburt anwesend.

Da es keine einheitlichen Kasack- und Hosenfarben gibt, weder für die Nurses, noch für die Ärzte, fällt es uns am Anfang schwer den Überblick zu behalten. Einige hilfsbereite Nursing Students erklären uns geduldig die Merkmale. So lassen sie uns wissen, dass die Schulterpolster, viel aussagekräftiger als die Farben sind. In aufgenähten Streifen zeigen sie zudem die bereits absolvierten Studienjahre auf. Zudem tragen die examinierten, Registered Nurses auffallend rote Schulterpatches zu weißem Kasack. Buttons geben Auskünfte über zusätzliche Qualifikationen.

Die Labour Ward im Katutura Hospital hält ein Aufnahmezimmer bereit, neben vier Wehenzimmern à zwei Betten, drei "active labour rooms" mit bis zu zwei Betten für die Gebärenden in der Eröffnungsphase. Daneben ein high-care-room für Risikopatientinnen, mit beispielsweise Frühgeburtsbestrebungen oder schwangerschaftsinduzierten Bluthochdruck,  sowie vier Kreißsäale à einem Bett.

Die Schichtübergabe läuft hier ganz anders ab, als wir sie kennen. Übergeben wird direkt am Patientenbett. Abgesehen davon, dass der Patientendatenschutz hier nicht eingehalten werden kann, da in den Wehenzimmern die nebenliegenden Patienten alle Infos zur Nachbar*in mithören, empfinden wir es auf akustischer Ebene ungeschickt. Denn nur diejenigen Fachpersonen, die in den Raum passen, bekommen die wichtigen Infos mit. Was sich in der Regel auf drei bis fünf Personen beschränkt.

Des Weiteren, finden wir hier im Dienstbeginn die namibische Definition von Pünktlichkeit wieder, der wir bereits auf unserer Reise begegneten. So ist es ganz normal, dass zum eigentlichen Schichtbeginn um sieben Uhr erst ein Drittel des Personals anwesend ist und innerhalb der folgenden halben Stunde der Rest eintrudelt. Auch wenn dann zum Teil die Übergabe schon begonnen hat.

Nach der Übergabe werden wir vielen Studierenden Räumen und gleichzeitig den Registered Nurses zugeordnet. Durch die große Anzahl an Studierenden, nimmt dies ebenfalls einiges an Zeit in Anspruch.

In den folgenden Tagen lernen wir die Abläufe und Arbeitsweisen des Kreißsaalteams dann besser kennen. In der Schwangerenaufnahme nehmen wir die Namibier als Vorbild wahr, das Hebammenhandwerk in die Schwangerenaufnahmen zu integrieren. So wird bei jeder Schwangeren händisch nach der Position des Babys im Bauch getastet (für die Hebis und WeHen unter den Lesern: Leopold getastet), sowie der Symphysen-Fundus-Abstand gemessen.

Die Geburtenbegleitung läuft hier in Namibia, wie erwartet ganz anders ab, als wir sie gewohnt sind. Während wir einerseits von der unglaublichen Stärke, die die gebärenden Personen hier unter Schmerz und Wehen zeigen, unfassbar beeindruckt sind, müssen wir uns anderseits erst an den Umgangston der Nurses mit den Frauen gewöhnen. Aufgeklärt und erklärt wird wenig, genauso wie ein rauerer Ton unter Geburt angeschlagen, als wir es kennen. Auch wenn es eine Umstellung ist, sind wir unfassbar dankbar,  nun die Möglichkeit zu haben, mit einem Blick über den Tellerrand, in das namibische Bild von Geburt und dem Umgang damit eintauchen zu dürfen.

So unbedarft mit Materialien umgehen wie in Deutschland, kann man hier allerdings nicht. Wir merken schnell, wie privilegiert wir zu Hause auf der Arbeit mit unseren allzeit vollen Schränken und funktionierenden, sowie regelmäßig gewarteten medizinischen Geräte sind. Überfluss ist hier absolute Fehlanzeige. Weder sind genügend Handschuhe vorrätig, um für jeden Patienten und Untersuchungen frische anziehen zu können, noch ist es möglich jeder Frau nach Geburt eine trockene Unterlage und Binde anbieten zu können. Op-Lampen in den Kreißsäalen sind zwar montiert, aber nicht funktionstüchtig. So wird bei einem Zervixriss oder beim Katheterisieren dann eben kurzer Hand mit einer Handytaschenlampe geleuchtet.

Decken, Kissen und Trinken, werden von den Frauen selbst mitgebracht.

Manuelle Blutdruckmanschetten gibt es z.B.  nicht und die digitalen Monitore funktionieren nicht zuverlässig und sind außerdem einfach zu wenig für all die Patient*innen.

CTGs werden zur Überwachung der fetalen Herzöne verwendet, wurden jedoch so lange nicht mehr gewartet, dass ihnen selbst die einheimischen Nurses nicht immer ganz trauen.

Rollstühle zur Verlegung auf die Wochenbettstation sind zwar grundsätzlich vorhanden, jedoch lässt sich von den fünf, nur einer halbwegs fahren und das auch nur rückwärts. Bei den übrigen sind entweder die Räder kaputt, fehlen die Räder ganz oder der ganze Stuhl ist so instabil, dass man keine Frau dort angstfrei transportieren kann.

Neben der Patiensicherheit, leiden somit Hygienestandards sowohl zum Eigenschutz des Fachpersonals, als auch zum Schutz der Patient*innen, deutlich unter dem Materialmangel.

Wenn wir uns überlegen, worüber in Deutschland sowohl von Patient*innen, als auch durch das Krankenhauspersonal manchmal Beschwerden eingehen....

Als große Herausforderung für uns persönlich empfinden wir es, unseren Platz in der Teamstruktur zu finden. Wir fühlen uns ein wenig, als würden wir zwischen den Stühlen setzen. Denn einerseits haben wir nun im dritten Studienjahr in der Heimat bereits einiges an Fachwissen vermittelt bekommen und durften schon viele Erfahrungen in der Praxis sammeln, die wir gerne anwenden möchten. Andererseits, möchten wir unseren Arbeitseinsatz in Windhoek gerne nutzen, um von den Namibiern und ihrer Arbeitsweise zu lernen, indem wir durchs Zuschauen und Assistieren lernen. Das wir uns hier und da jedoch zurücknehmen und eher die Beobachterrolle einnehmen möchten, stößt vor allem bei den anderen Studierenden auf Unverständnis.

Und in Situationen, in denen wir Risiken sehen, die nicht als solche wahrgenommen werden, fällt es uns am schwersten unsere Rolle zu finden.

Hierzu muss man wissen, dass den Studierenden durch die Registered Nurses viel Zutrauen geschenkt wird. Was schön und positiv ist, aber in manchen Situationen, gerade bei Risikopatientinnen von uns auch als etwas fahrlässig wahrgenommen wird.

Zusammenfassend kann man sagen, dass wir die erste Arbeitswoche als herausfordernd empfinden und gleichzeitig als bereichernd und mit wertvollen Erfahrungen und Erkenntnissen gefüllt. Von den meisten des Teams werden wir zudem offen und herzlich aufgenommen.

Am Wochenende tauchen wir in die Geschichte verschiedener Gebäude in Windhoek Central bei einer guided Tour ein und genießen den Samstagabend bei einem Barbecue. So haben wir die Norwegerinnen, Joseph und Kenton, sowie Christina, eine deutsche Hebamme, die hier bereits seit acht Jahren lebt, zum Essen eingeladen. Wir genießen den Abend in großer Runde sehr.

Am Sonntag lassen wir die Woche mit einer schönen Wanderung im westlich von Windhoek Daan Viljoen Nationalpark ausklingen. Hier können wir aus nächster Nähe Giraffen, Affen, Strauße und eine große Eidechse bestaunen.

[koffitart]

My Oc from the story im currently writing, his name is Marcus Edbert and ... he's kinda looney hhaha, so here's a descrip.

Marcus Edbert - another orphan at Chapman, perceived as a gregarious childe but inside he hides filth unchangeable, his caged was opened when the rabids came and thus the start of his unsatiable hunger for violence

description of him, ivory skinned, straight cropped cinnamon brown hair, cloud grey eyes, lean inclinating to toned body as he ages

Does he have a tragic background? Hmmm ... can't truly say, ever since he was a child his parents grew distant of him and treated him as if he wasn't there, only focusing on his older sibling truly isolated he begans to seek out attention from his older sibling but was also shunned out by his obscurity, unamed emotions raging inside him, he discovers something different within him when he founded a newly born little jay bird in the back of their garden at fist he tries to nurse it back to health, and showed it to his sibling, and to his horror vandalized it, seeing the little bird in pain he only do what he thought was right, and with its help he became fascinated by death, the next on his list was their terrier dog, uncaught in the act, tension builds up inside him and his most awaited night came, he gave his gift to his sibling on his 11th birthday, he incapacitated them beyond repair and will spend its life bedridden, said it was a gift he only wanted to return, his parents angered but scared decided to give him away but due to his juvenile age he was put up to a psychiatric ward for a year which he was saw fit to be released after having a good response to his medication, his parents never came in the day he was released so he was placed at Chapman, there his medications starts slipping up turns out he wasn't taking them anymore, since he wanted to make sure his true self will come out and play since he has new friends and family now

Time in his original family 0 - 5yrs then was put up to psychiatric ward for a year and placed to Chapman for 6yrs before the massacre, in those 6 years he befriended everyone exept for the clever ones seeing him as dangerously as possible, he developed an obsession to one of his playmates (Marion) when she tried to befriend him, during the massacre his own bloodlust inflamed he killed atleast 3 people at the orphanage, many witnessed his mental impairment but one remains in denial(Marion), when a rabid tries to kill them he protected Marion but he sacrifices the other orphans in order to deal a killing blow to the rabid, Yevhny undermines him and took Marion away, angered he chased after them, he saw how Yevhny was abducted by the monsters, and left Marion for dead he comes to kill the rabid preying on Marion realizing that Marion was bleeding to death he wanted to kill her then and there to ease her pain, bloodlust whispering in his ears, he only did the most human thing possible hes capapble of doing of that time he called for help and ... help came unfortunately, knowing that monsters are real after the Chapman massacre, he was adopted by the Leander couples, he chooses to use their names as a disguise, and he continues to live his priviledge life, he was then trained to work for the army in eradicating rabids which gives him an excuse to satiate his bloodlust, hiscurrent age is 23

Identiy ambiguous and lost to cunningly raw and possessiveness, despite him and Marion being sister and brother relationship on paper, he doesnt view her as one

[fievell]

Best trope in that field : Medic x Soldier 💉🩸

Trying to cure my König simping by pairing him with a cute nurse, let’s see how far it goes ~

[ifjgh]

Sup, P.2

Made some girls too, trying to get out of my comfort zone a bit and draw some things I don’t normally do. I think they fit right in with the boys, don’tcha think?

[obstetricnurse]

Oficialmente Enfermera Obstetra por profesión y Partera por vocación ✨

[rothbunny]

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[ao3feed-destiel]

Game of Sultans: Supernatural edition.

Read it on AO3 here!https://ift.tt/2wCUOtf

by Moondust_Yikisoul

The Day that the old Sultan John died his oldest alpha son Dean Winchester took the crown. Dean being only 29 was almost inenxperinced with the dimpomatic responsibles manged four a few years before his vizers told him to start a harlm.

The family of Shruly was a family of imortnece under the tyrent Alxander. The children were Two Alpha soldiers, A beta doctor and nurses, a Alpha official, and a beta official, and the youngest who was a beta, lastly there was The two omegas. Chuck was part a of a small Ring of residence unbenost to his Alpha husband. So when the Ottoman Army came through their town he offered up his two omegas children Castiel and Gabriel in hopes that they would have a better life.

Words: 1696, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Game of Sultans: fandome editions

Fandoms: Supernatural, Game of Sultens

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Castiel (Supernatural), Dean Winchester, Gabriel (Supernatural), Sam Winchester, Crowley (Supernatural), Bobby Singer, Adam Milligan, Samandriel (Supernatural), John Winchester, Mary Winchester, Chuck Shurley, mettions of Micheal, Mettions of Lucifer, mettinons of Reapheal, Mettions of Anna, Mettions of Amara

Relationships: Castiel/Dean Winchester, Minor or Background Relationship(s), Gabriel/Sam Winchester, Crowley/Bobby Singer, Adam Milligan/Samandriel, John Winchester/Mary Winchester, Chuck Shurley/ unamed Charaters

Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Alpha Dean Winchester, Omega Castiel, Omega Gabriel, Alpha Sam Winchester, Beta Bobby Singer, Beta Adam Milligan, Beta Samandriel (Supernatural), Alpha/Omega, Beta/Beta, Ancient History, Omega Chuck Shurley, Ottomen Empiers, Ancient Turkey, Sulten Dean, Sulten John, Hearlm, Ancient Times, Alpha Micheal, Alpha Lucifer, Beta Ralpheal, Beta Anna Milton, Alpha Amara (Supernatural), Alpha Original Character

Link: https://ift.tt/2wCUOtf

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[sylvie-writes]

Oh I need to read that! How many au stories do you have? I’d love to read them all!

hiii! Currently I only have one published, and it’s Definition of Love.

but currently, I have Roi de Cœur (Prince Ransom) and then an unamed firefighter!Steve x nurse!reader series in the works!

they are both series, and then as you know, the high school Steve Rogers one shot.

I’ve gotten a few other ideas, but they aren’t fully developed. I’m kind of in over my head at the moment 😂