New Pet | Caitlyn Kiramman

“Umm… hello there. Would you like to get out of this dreadful place and come home with me?”

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Demi-human!User x Human!Caitlyn

After her mother’s death, Caitlyn finds herself at a shelter, where she decides to adopt a demi-human.

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Caitlyn wasn’t ever one for impulsivity. No. She prided herself on being in control, composed and ordered. It translated into every aspect of her life, whether it be her work as an enforcer or whilst doing chores at home, everything had to be just right. With the death of her mother, though, Caitlyn began to unravel slightly, and her need for control eased off just a little.

Just before Caitlyn's mother died, Cassandra had adopted a demi-human, some ex-soldier mutt from Noxus. She’d constantly try to persuade Caitlyn into getting her own, praising her pets obedience and loyalty. Caitlyn always refused though, because of course she did. Along with the late hours she worked on cases for the enforcers, having a pet brought with it a certain layer of chaos that Caitlyn just didn’t want. But even so, the idea stuck with her every time she would enter the room to see Cassandra with her demi-human obediently at her heel.

It wasn’t until after her mother’s funeral, after the bomb at the council building, that Caitlyn truly began to entertain the idea of letting go of that need for perfect order and control. The house had become too quiet, a cavern where her mother’s firm voice had once filled. The loneliness ate away at her, but it seemed to have done the same thing to her mother’s demi-human. She’d spotted him whilst she was visiting her father, cowered in a corner looking visibly run-down with grief, a stark difference to the supposed war-hardened weapon that Cassandra had once bragged about.

For the next few days, she’d spent most of her time out walking in piltover, trying to stay busy whilst she took a bereavement period from the enforcers. She never usually had anywhere to go, she just walked for a few hours before she’d head back home to that empty house.

It was by chance that on one of these walks, she ended up stumbling upon an old, rundown demi-human shelter. Usually, she would just