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Yes, everybody wants to be a cat
Because a cat's the only cat who knows where it's at.
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Martin stares at the grey clouds through the airplane window.
He has always thought that there’s something magical, being able to witness such a wonderful and amazing show, to be able to see the sky from above. In a childish way, Martin feels invincible when he can experience the sight of the clouds surrounding him.
In the sky, his worries seem a little less heavy.
Flying, his mind becomes calmer.
The ADC frowns, he really can’t help but think about said worries once again.
The team change.
His FNC betrayal.
The whole new life ahead of him.
The new G2 synergy is probably not going to be as good as with Perkz…
He sighs, suddenly sad again, with the breath-taking sight in front of him no longer able to distract the ADC. He lays his forehead against the cold airplane window, frightened to death at the thought that in less than a few hours he will enter the G2 gaming house as the newest member of the org.
What if I fail?
What if I am really not their best choice for replacement?
What if they will hate me?
The Swede closes his eyes, his thoughts now suffocating him.
But then a sparkle of hope infiltrates his mind.
“I can’t believe we will be teammates again! Oh my God, I am so fucking happy Martin, this is super super super super !”
Rasmus’s voice echoes in his head. Martin giggles, his confidence slightly restored by the welcomed new and brighter thought.
If there is someone able to make him happy no matter the situation (yes, rough World Final loss included) that person is Rasmus.
He can vividly remember his old self, discovering Rasmus accepted a G2 offer, back in 2018, his heart bleeding, but his soul knowing it is for the best, for the midlaner’s sake.
Fnatic are… tough, sometimes. Strict, stoic, demanding. Rasmus's will to change what the fans and the org see wants from him can't be contested.
Of course, that doesn't change the sense of loss, betrayal and abandonment Martin had to learn living with for several months.
Until Rasmus, broken into tears, knocked at the door of his apartment, imploring forgiveness. Martin can remember hesitating only a short moment before hugging his former midlainer tightly. Then, they had the longest and most heartwarming conversation ever. The Dane even slept at his side that evening. From then on, their friendship was restored.
That’s one of the reasons why Martin has jumped into this opportunity too, following his former teammate. He always stayed a part of Fnatic cause it was the best chance for his career, and he would’ve continued to do it if the G2 contract hadn't been proposed to him. But honestly, Martin is an ambitious guy and he is not afraid to admit it, he isn’t scared to admit he wants to succeed in his work. And if it’s possible to do it while being happy in the meantime, he for sure wouldn’t complain.
Rasmus was another reason why for sure. The memory of the midlaner’s wide smile when Martin videocalled him on discord for giving him the news still impressed in the ADC’s mind.
“Please, tell me you’ve called me to tell me what I think you are about to tell me, please, please, please…”
“I- uhm… I joined g2?”
“YES, FUCKING YES!”
Actually, all his new teammates were: Miky with the slight simping attitude he has for him, the admiration the support has for him still a thing unbelievable for the Swede; Jankos (Martin still doesn’t think it is ok to call him Marcin) with his jokes and wholesome attitude, a breath of fresh air for Martin, used to the stoic environment of FNC, and Wunder too, his solid appearance making Martin wanting to anchor to him in bad moments so badly.
The ADC shakes his head, amused by his own simping thoughts.
If only his new teammates knew about it… He can figure out Jankos' loud reaction very well. He is such a funny clown, the Swede is already a little dependent from having him around.
Martin chuckles at his imagination, his heart warmer than before. He finds himself almost purring at the thought of his teammates.
It’s going to be fine.
It’s ok, he has made the right choice.
Who else can say the contrary when such a choice consists of joining such a magical team?
What Martin doesn’t know yet, though, it’s how much magical that team really is.
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“Well... I guess that’s everything, right Carlos? Have I signed and filled every blank space on the contract?” Martin wonders, still a little nervous at the presence of the owner of G2. It’s not as he has never met him before, but unfortunately he always turns nervous when he has to speak of salaries and contracts. Fortunately, he has an amazing manager.
But, maybe, if he could’ve been more firm, he would’ve played differently in the past years… For example, he could’ve been Miky’s ADC long time ago.
He could’ve prevented Tim’s wounds all over the past two years…
The Swede scoffs his head, trying to refocus on the main topic. His nervousness grows when he sees Carlos acting weird, biting his lip and seeming hesitant all of the sudden.
“Yeah… Totally… Uhm… I wonder if there is something I haven’t told you yet, but I don’t think so?”
The Swede blinks, not knowing how to react.
“I mean… any allergies you like to report? Like: cat fur?” The Spaniard grins, finding himself probably very funny. Martin for sure is missing something.
“Uhm… no?” He stammers a little, in disbelief. What an odd question.
“NICE! Then, everything is fin- OH! Do you mind eating very salty food?” Ocelote seems thoughtful.
“...no?” Martin murmurs again, now really worried about the team he is joining.
“Ok, then! Amazing! You will settle down in no time, trust me! You’re a cat person, so it will be even easier than with Rasmus, I mean, he tried to bark for the first few weeks, can you believe the guy?”
This time, Martin remains silent. He is startled and clearly missing something. But, before he can ask Carlos what the fuck (or, better, the duck, since he is in G2 now) he is talking about, and how he being a cat person is a point, the Spaniard chuckles openly and greets him goodbye.
Martin stares at the black screen, still speechless.
But it’s ok, a change of air and environment is what he is searching for, and having had such a different work meeting than the usual serious ones with FNC is a clue that he is on the right path.
He can see his fingerprints forming on the right path, oh yes.
For some reason, he can’t help but imagine it as cat's paws, but it’s probably because Ocelote has spoken about cats before.
In the end, what's the worst thing that can happen?
Martin is still wondering about the question he has asked himself many weeks before when the Uber driver parks in front of the address Martin has given him from the airport, and the ADC can feel a nod in his stomach, knowing he has arrived at his final destination.
G2 house.
For God’s sake, Martin, move your damn ass out of this car, come on! Don’t be such a pussy! It seems as if you're about to faint, calm down!
He mechanically pays the driver, sighing. Then, he forces himself out of the Uber, his heart pumping loud in his ears, a mixture of excitement, fear and frustration running in his blood.
Repeating himself he can do it, he opens the front door of the G2 house, whining at the large number of stairs he has to climb with his big case.
If only he wasn't such a diva, filling the said case with so many fancy clothes, he would’ve had a problem less.
At least, the physical strain of the climbing distracts him from his messy brain.
But, when he reaches the door which leads to their apartment, he begins to worry again.
Ok, ok. Martin, come on: it’s not as if once you enter that door you will discover a whole new world, is just another org. It’s G2, but it can’t be so much different than FNC, move your ass.
He sighs for what he promises himself it will be the last time, and he opens the door.
As the inner princess he is, he has closed his eyes doing it, not even an enchanted forest filled with creepy monsters is waiting for him inside.
As a matter of what, it didn’t.
Waiting for him there’s only a normal apartment, with normal furniture, with clean and wide spaces, and with a lot of cat’ supplies everywhere.
Wait… Cat's supplies?
Wandering through the house, searching for someone who can welcome him and show him everything, he can spot so many scratching posts, mouse plushies, and bowls of water and kibble.
Again, he is confused: does G2 have a cat?
No, they only have Rockie, the cute little dog, right?
Apparently Martin is quickly proven wrong, since as he enters what should be the living room, he can see an enormous cat laying on the couch, balled up in a soft amount of fur. The cat is dozing off, and the ADC gaps at the sight: the creature is the most beautiful cat he has ever seen, a Maine Coon for sure, judging by the surface of pillows the cat occupies. Martin can esteem it is almost a meter long, tail included, and the fluffy voluminous brown and black fur simply demands to be caressed.
That’s why the Swede coos, approaching the cat and kneeling down in front of him, eager to cuddle the big boy.
“Aren’t you the fluffiest cat ever?” Martin giggles. But, as soon as he pets the cat’s head, the said opens his eyes, startled, and meows at him in disbelief.
“Oh? Have I frightened you? I am so sorry Mister Cat!” Martin giggles again, in love with the animal yet.
That’s when a voice, that suspiciously sounds like Wunder’s one, comes out of nowhere, protesting: “What the fuck, dude? Hands off my fur, thank you very much. Have I ever given you permission to cuddle me? No. At least invite me to dinner first!” The Swede jumps back from the couch, looking around for understanding where the voice is coming from.
What was that? Is there a camera hidden somewhere? Is it a content day and nobody has told him?
Before Martin can argue with the mysterious and grumpy voice, though, another voice comes out the corridor, shouting: “MAAAAAAAAARTIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!”
“Yeah?” The ADC answers without thinking about it twice. The problem is the rude voice answered it too, in the exact same way. Martin is beyond understanding anything right now, he just hopes Jankos will come out revealing the prank soon.
“WUNDER!” The other voice, which the Swede has recognised being the one of his midlaner, says back, whining: “Please come there, Jankos pranked me hiding my favourite clew on the top of the library again , and I can’t reach it, even if I jump!”
Martin blinks. Outwardly, Jankos is on fire with pranks today.
“Oh, he meant me!” The first voice, the rough one, guesses. And if it is not awkward enough, an incredible phenomenon appears in front of Martin’s widened eyes: the awesome cat, from his snuggled position, turns into something else.
Something that it results in being Wunder.
There was a cat.
Now there isn’t a cat anymore.
Wunder has replaced the cat.
Martin can feel his head becoming dizzy. He for sure is imagining things, right?
This is not happening, this is not happening for real. Magic does not exist. It's just some trick they made to greet me into a team with a bang. Ah-ah stupid me, I fell for that, ah-ah.
The ADC chuckles nervously, his mind completely blank.
“Wundeeeeeeeeeer!” Rasmus complains again, clearly desperate for his out of reach toy.
“I am coming, Ras, I am coming! Damn Jankos, I was so close to finding sleep, I swear…” Wunder, while cursing the Pole, stretches a little before standing up. But before he can get to their midlaner, the latter storms inside the room, out of patience.
“Why are you taking so long to- MARTIN!” Rasmus eyes bright at the sight of his former teammate, his smile now back on his lips, which before were pouting. “You’re finally here!” The little Dane shrieks in glee, running towards the ADC.
Martin has tried really hard to not freak out immediately, searching for a scientific explanation for the cat transformation he has just seen.
But, when Rasmus, his sweet and cute midlainer, jumps on him, turning into a red and white cat halfway in the air, only for landing on his arms a second after, he calls defeat.
His mind goes blurry. His surroundings are now spinning.
He registers Wunder’s now very worried expression, as if the big boy has now started to connect dots, finding out that something is clearly wrong.
The last thing he can feel is the cat in his arms (who has been caught by him in a spontaneous reflex) vibrating, clearly purring at him from the joy of being able to be with him. He even can say the said spotty and tabby cat rubs his nose against his cheek immediately after.
But, for how cute he finds the whole thing, his brain blackouts.
And he falls on the floor, passed out.
What the cat I’ve got myself into?
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Marcin is having an okay-ish day.
He still didn't manage to get Miky to leave his room, but it’s still ok. The awesome boy is hidden in there since the day before, when he joined the team in their new house.
Marcin frowns at the thought of the house they had to leave, trying to care about Miky’s mental state.
Losing a partner to the other side of the Atlantic ocean is bad.
Losing his own soulmate is extra bad.
Having to live in the house in which are collected so many memories about the ended love is super bad and unnecessary.
Plus, the smell of Luka’s fur still hunts everyone into sadness, desperation and a sense of abandonment, so the jungler is glad the management has accorded them to move out.
The Pole has never been so worried about someone’s health as he is for his support right now. Said support has undergone surgery only to stop wearing the glasses Luka loved so much. He has also stopped eating for a while, soothed only by his sessions with his new handsome ADC. He has regained a little will of living only after the jungler has used all the jokes that could come into his mind, dialing him day and night, constantly, for checking on him. He has streamed until nauseous, knowing the support was using his voice into the background for not feeling worthless and alone.
In the end, Miky seems to have recovered at least a little bit. Still, he says he can’t leave his room, cause seeing the apartment without Luka makes his wounds opening again.
Marcin sighs, on the verge of tears.
He understands Luka’s point, really.
But still, he can’t help but hate him just a little bit for having made his best friend suffer like that.
The Pole can only hope that Rekkles’s stunning presence can cheer Miky up, distracting him enough to feel better.
The ADC has resulted to be a balsam on Miky’s wounds previously, probably because the support can challenge himself so much by playing with him and bonding with him that he has no time left for angsty thoughts.
Marcin hopes their new marksman will stay.
The pack they are can’t survive another loss. It will be the end of G2. Rekkles is their only hope (and the only other ADC everyone in the team really wanted).
The jungler sighs again, starting to cook for Miky in their kitchen, wandering when Martin is about to arrive. Again, he can’t let his support not eat stubbornly, and he has made his personal goal feed him properly everyday.
I am not his best friend anymore, I am becoming his mum.
Marcin chuckles at himself, wishing the Slovenian will let him hug him today. That for sure will turn the okay-ish day into a great one.
Before he can even finish his last thought, he hears a loud thump and a “FUCK!” following.
After a brief moment of silence, a cacophony of voices (his midlainer’s and his toplaner’s ones) reaches him, yelling and shrieking in panic.
Marcin blinks at the chicken he is cooking, before deciding to turn down the cookers and go to see what the hell his teammates are doing.
Am I the mum of the entire team, am I not?
But nothing could’ve prepared him for the sight he finds in front of his eyes once he has entered the living room.
Wunder is holding Rekkles, and to be more precise: an unconscious Rekkles, in his arms, while Rasmus, in his cat form, is laying on the Swede’s chest, between the two Martins.
The jungler can only catch some of the words of pure panic the two Danes are shouting, both frightened.
“Martin? Martin please answer us, what happened?” Wunder is trying, his usual grumpy expression replaced by a concerned one.
“Is he dying? Why is he dying? What have I done? Is he allergic to cat fur? No, he is not. I remember by heart his medical conditions, he is not. WHY IS HE DYING IN YOUR ARMS?” Rasmus is clearly rambling.
“You know his medical conditions by heart?” Wunder wonders, in disbelief.
“I CARE ABOUT HIM OK? SAVE HIM WUNDER, SAVE HIM!” The midlaner cries, completely tilted.
“I am trying, it’s not my fault if he didn’t answer what the-”
“Ok, what the hell have you done to my ADC guys?” Miky walks into the room, murmuring worriedly.
Marcin, despite Rekkles’s state, can’t help but smile.
He has come out of his room.
I am so happy...
“MIKY, HEAL HIM!” Rasmus cries again, meowing loudly at the support.
“What?” The Slovenian asks, blinking.
“I think he is asking you to be the Yuumi of the situation!” The toplaner barks at him, more and more concerned for their ADC’s state.
“Exactly! Press W Miky!” The midlainer agrees.
“The healing skill it’s on the E! I swear, you’re the most terrible ADC I’ve ever seen…” Miky retorts.
Before the situation can degenerate any further, Marcin steps up, scoffing his head.
“Instead of asking for the use of Zoomies skill, lay him down, Wunder.” He orders, amused by the lack of real-life skills their teammates have.
Not that he can save the situation as well, though.
The toplaner obeys, and Marcin raises the Swede’s legs, for restoring his brain with the larger amount of blood they can.
Rasmus doesn’t move from his ADC’s chest, snuggling in a soft and worried ball, still in his cat form.
“Miky, go and grab some fresh water. Wunder, sit down, we don’t need anyone else to faint for sure.”
As his team follows his orders, Marcin starts to dismay too.
“What the hell has happened?” He asks Rasmus, who meows without any clues as an answer.
But, before the jungler can investigate any further, Miky comes back and Martin opens his eyes a little, suddenly beginning to seem alive again.
“Are you ok dude?” Miky wonders, rubbing his ADC’s hairs in a sweet manner.
Martin nods a little: “Y-yeah, I guess. I am sorry, I- I saw you transforming into cats, how awkward right? I must have imagined it, huh? My brain, seriously…”
The other four members of G2 share a terrified glare, starting to understand the reason why they’re taking care of an overwhelmed Swede.
Then, Rasmus meows softly, tilting his head and causing Rekkles to look at him.
“R-right?” The marksman wonders again, his voice trembling and his eyes opened in shock. After it, he closes his eyes, clearly near to pass out again.
“ Nosz kurwa . Well, guys, that is what I personally call a CATastrophe!” Marcin huffs, torn between laughing or crying.