[ Black Butler One Shots ]

Alois x Warrior! Trans! Reader || An Ancient Clan

Info:
-you are FtM Transgender
-you are a warrior apart of an ancient clan (one that's outlived most clans, I mean)
-piercings and markings show what clan you're apart of (and have to be at least 17  or close to to get them)
-you are seventeen at the start
-you are a year older than Alois
-not in the Black Butler world, or the modern world. A different universe, kind of
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YOUR CLAN

Clan name? : The Itarichi Clan

Years survived? : 159 years

Number of members? : 23,091 Itarichins

Piercings/Modifications for clan identification : elf ears modification, shark bite lip piercings (with hoops), both nostrils pierced (no hoops) (one on left nostril, other on right)

Markings : whatever you want them to look like :p

Attire : Viking style.
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Your POV
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"It's time to choose, YN. Do you wish to be apart of this clan and get all the piercings, markings, and modifications? Or do you wish to leave forever, never to return?" the clan's leader asks me as all of the Itarichi clan I've grown up with surrounds us. My family included.

All of them watch intently, waiting for my answer. Which I've known ever since I was little.

"I wish to stay," I say with confidence, meeting his eyes. He nods with a satisfied smile.

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"You ready, YN?" one of the clan's piercers asks me kindly, preparing her needle.

I nod, "Yes."

I sit in excitement as she pierces me, numb to the pain. Next stop is the "marker," as we call him. Then once my piercings heal I will be getting my ears modified.

••• Two years later, 19 years old (everything's healed)

I stand tall with my bow in hand, my arrows at my back. I have my knife in my boot, my sword in its scabbard. I'm in line with all of my fellow warriors, listening to the commands of our officer.

The one we've trained with since we were initiated into the clan on our seventeenth birthdays.

The clan's warriors are mainly male, but there are a few females.

"Alright men and women. It's time to hunt for the dinner of your clan. You will be joining the hunters on this mission. Now go!"

We all burst forward, and I end up leading the way to the hunters. I'm the fastest runner out of us all.

Everyone sticks close to one another, and after we watch what we're doing from the hunters, we go off on our own. Though we never separate too far from one another.

I stay in the eye sight of my hunter best friend, Josie, and she stays in mine.

I walk carefully through the tall grass, spotting my target. The one moment my friend can't see me very well, I step in the middle of something when it snaps shut around my ankle.

I practically scream in pain, crouching down and seeing a bear trap enclosed around my ankle. It's bleeding heavily.

"God! I'm so stupid!" I grit out in agony, hearing Josie's calls for me.

I get dizzy and start seeing spots cloud my vision, the pain becoming too much to bare. I'm about to call out to her when I black out from blood loss.