WARNING: This story is going to have themes of rape, forced cuckoldry, and violence. If you don't like those things, I probably am not the writer for you!
Also this story does not follow the LoL canon for any of these characters. I just write whatever I feel like, loosely following their character descriptions.
Sett was never quite the same as his friends in the Lhotlan tribe. He had ears like them, but he didn't have the long feathered wings, agile slender legs, or the magic that came so naturally to all of them. He noticed it early on when the village elders would have the children gather and share what they had done to help the forest.
He would always sit with his best friend, almost a brother to him, an energetic troublemaker named Rakan, whispering through the presentations. "What did you do Rakan?"
Rakan had magic, but nothing that made fixing the forest an easy task. He got out of work through other nefarious methods. As one of the girls went up to present, she said, "Well Rakan and I went to the river and cleared out the driftwood so the salmon can swim freely," watching Rakan to see his reaction.
He simply smiled at her and gave a thumbs up, causing her to blush as she sat down. "Well done, Meera and Rakan," said the elder as he called on the next child.
"I'm jealous," Sett said as he stood up to present. I wish I could just wave my hand and charm someone into doing my bidding, even if it is just some dumb girl.
"Hello, to help the forest, I removed some of the fishing traps in the river, so that the humans don't kill them all," he said proudly, the village elder looking shocked.
"Which river was this? The same river that Meera cleaned up or-"
"No I couldn't find anything to do there so I went further to the north and found traps, so I dismantled them."
The elder stands up and grabs Sett by the arm, telling the other children to go home before practically dragging Sett to the house of the Lhotlan chief. "Sir, I think it's time. This... boy has gone to human territory and destroyed fishing traps. We needed a reason and we have it."
The chief looks down at Sett, who was starting to somewhat piece together what was happening. "Wait, I didn't mean to- I didn't know that it was wrong. I just-"
"Silence, child. Go stay with your friend for tonight. We will make a decision tonight and come gather you in the morning."
Sett was taken back to Rakans home. Rakans mother opened the door and let him in, a sad expression on her face. "I don't like this at all," she said as she set up some blankets and pillows to sleep on next to Rakans bed. "You are just a child, they shouldn't be sending you away..."
"They are sending me away?" Sett knew there would be a punishment, but he never imagined he would be exiled. "But I... I didn't know that it was wrong! I promise I won't do it again! Please tell them I won't do it again!" He begged Rakans mother, the closest thing he had to an actual mother, but she simply gave him a warm hug and wiped away his tears.
"I'm sorry, Sett. It's not something I can control..."
Almost an hour later, Rakan returned from playing outside to find Sett passed out under a blanket on the floor next to his bed. "Mom, what's Sett doing here? Why isn't he at the childrens home," he asked, oblivious to the events taking place.
"Hush Rakan. Your friend is going away for a long time tomorrow, so he is staying here to have a comforting place his last night," she said. "Now go to bed quickly after you eat. You will have to wake up early to say goodbye."
Sett was woken up gently by Rakans mother, the sounds of Rakans snoring filling the small home. "Come now dear, it's time," she whispered as she turned to wake Rakan. Two elders stood at the door, watching him intently.
Unable to speak, Sett silently walks to them, following them out into the dark woods. The sun was still hours from rising, but Sett was awake, hardly able to sleep last night. Rakan on the other hand was rubbing sleep out of his eyes as he stumbles from the house and says, "Bye Sett, I hope I see you again," before walking back inside and passing out.
Setts eyes stung as he turned back to the woods and continued walking. That's it? 'Bye Sett'?
They walked till the sun came up, the forest seeming less inviting and friendly than usual. "Sett, you never belonged with us," the elder says, breaking the silence. "You know you are different, but the origin of your differences lie with your father, a human..."
Sett's mind was reeling. I am half human? So that's why I don't have magic... Is that why they are making me leave? "But I can be Vastayan too! My mother was Vastayan, and I have friends, and like to live with you so why can't I stay," he asks earnestly.
"You are an abomination of nature. Only pure Vastayans should be allowed to stay in our forests as protectors. Your human side may shine through and bring destruction. It is a risk we cannot take. By destroying those human fishing traps, you could bring attention to us, and bring humans into our forest. We cannot allow such dangerous actions to go unpunished... From this moment forth, you are banished. Any attempt to enter our forest again will be met with death," he said before he and the other elder turned and began walking back the way they came.
Sett sat down under the rising sun and buried his face in his hands, tears flooding down his face as his cries echoed through the forest. He was utterly alone.
15 Years Later
The drugs were beginning to wear off, and Xayah felt like throwing up. Her arms were bound behind her back, ankles tied together, and she was bent over, stuffed into a wooden crate. She must have been in there for days based on the chafing she felt on her wrists. A belt held a balled up cloth in her mouth, muffling any noises she attempted to make. How did I fall for that trap! I even knew it was a trap... I just thought I was fast enough to trigger it and get away.
As she berates herself, she feels the crate being lifted and carried through some noisy place that smelled of sweat and blood. She attempted to look through a crack in one of the panels, but all she caught a glimpse of was a roped off platform before passing through a doorway into a dimly lit room.
"Sir, you wanted to know about any feathered Vastayans that we were trafficking? We caught this one and she might be of interest to you," I hear someone say before they leave, closing a door behind them.
The top of the crate flies off, and Xayah looks up at the silhouette of a huge man with strangely Vastayan ears. A thickly muscled arm reaches into the crate and grabs the front of Xayahs clothing, pulling her up and out, standing her on her feet. She struggles to stay standing as her legs are cramped from being contorted for so long. He pulls the belt down and removes the balled up cloth from her mouth.
"Your name."
It isn't a question, just a statement. A command. But Xayah is not one to just roll over and accept defeat so easily.
"Why do you want to know, human. Whose ears are those? What Vastaya did you kill to-" His hand shoots out to grab her throat, squeezing just hard enough to silence her, but not enough to hurt her, a move that seemed a little too well practiced.
"My name is Sett, and these are my ears. If you don't answer me, I'll add yours to the collection though," he says, not giving any indication of whether that was a joke or not.
Xayah, weakened from spending days in a box without food or water, realizes that fighting her way out is unlikely. Just make up a name, pick something plausible. "I am Nira," she squeaks out as Sett relaxes his grip.
"Good. And where are you from, Nira."
"Really? All of our type are from Lhotlan. I'd have thought a smuggler like you would know that, especially one with a penchant for our ears," She said, still not convinced that the ears he had were natural.
"Smuggler? No I am a fighter. I fought to get where I am today. Others smuggle using the empire I built, and sometimes I take my cut. Looks like today that cut is you."
Xayahs face falls as she realizes what he implies. He releases her neck and she falls to the floor as he laughs. "Oh don't worry, Nira. You will not suffer the same fate as the others, mainly because you are exactly what I have been looking for for years. I used to live in Lhotlan like you. I am half-human, you see, and was exiled as a child because of it. I could have done great things for the Vastaya, but now this is my world, and in my free time I enjoy breaking Vastayans. Call it childish or petty, I don't care. As long as you are obedient and truthful, this won't hurt too much."
Xayah struggles to find the words. Usually she has a snappy comeback, or a sarcastic remark, but usually Rakan is there to back her up...
"I've been keeping tabs on the sightings of specific members of the Lhotlan tribe. I had an old friend, you see, Rakan. Well at least I thought we were friends. Turns out my exile didn't much affect him at all, and he went on to do less for the Vastaya than I did even as a child. If he were here instead of you, that would be just perfect." Sett walks over to a shelf on the wall of his room and pulls a mirror from it.
"Look here, what do you see," he says, holding the mirror up to Xayah as she sits on the floor, still bound. The mirror swirls her reflection until it morphs into Rakans visage. Her heart skips a beat as he appears to be traveling on a human road. He is coming to try and save me!
Sett pulls the mirror back and looks at it. "Ah, Rakan. That's what I see too, strangely enough. So Nira, you've been lying to me. The only female Vastaya associated with Rakan in the past 3 years is named Xayah. Unless you have a very strong grudge against him like I do, there is no reason this mirror should show him unless you are Xayah."
"Fine, I am Xayah," she whispers, her ears drooping. Rakan can't rescue her fast enough for her liking.
"So Xayah, I am going to tell you what is going to happen. I am going to lure Rakan here, beat him within an inch of his life, then fuck a baby into you right in front of his eyes. This is going to happen, so there's no point trying to fight it. You can accept me, and let me make it enjoyable for you, or fight it and force me to hurt you. Either way, I win."
Xayah couldn't believe what was happening. No...Rakan will save me. Rakan always saves me. This won't happen, it can't! "Y-you're a monster. I would never accept that, and I won't go along with it!"
Sett lets out a deep laugh and grabs Xayah by her ears, dragging her out the door and down a stone hallway. "Oh you don't have much of a choice. You know Vastayan magic better than I do, and we both know about the Bind. Once that takes effect, it doesn't matter what you think or feel now."
How does he know about that! Xayah had no answers, no way out. All she had was dwindling hope. As Sett threw her by her ears into a small stone cell, she let out a small scream of pain as she landed hard on her side, curling up as he untied her. She rubbed her wrists and ankles as he locked the door and left her alone.
Rakan! Save me!