Sharing is Caring
Fandom/Media: Mao Mao: Heroes of Pure Heart
Ship: Badgermao (implied)
Content Advisory: Animal Death, (fish) Descriptions of Cold, Descriptions of Hunger, Stomach Growling, Giving up a meal for someone, Light Stuffing, Tummy Rubs.
Word Count: 1.7k
*This takes place prior to the events of the show, during Mao Mao and Badgerclops’ adventures.
Authors’ Note: Special Thanks to @trashytums for getting me obsessed with Mao Mao and for posting Headcanons that I used in this little fic!!
“Mao, are you sure you should be standing waist-deep in freezing cold water?”
Mao Mao’s ears flicked slightly as Badgerclops called to them from the shore, but otherwise he stood completely still, his grip on his blade perfectly still and steady as he watched a small school of fish circle ever closer to where he had his feet planted in the stream.
“Quiet Badgerclops, you’ll scare the fish away…” He hissed, narrowing his eyes and setting his sights on a large trout that was getting particularly close to his blade.
“What?!” The badger called back, seemingly unable to make out what Mao Mao had said over the rushing water between them. Mao just bristled and tightened his grip on his sword.
“I said SHUT UP!” Mao Mao plunged his sword into the water, just narrowly missing the fish. With a cry of frustration, he dove headfirst into the stream in an attempt to grab the trout, but he only ended up thrashing and slashing wildly at the school of fish. Badgerclops sighed and turned their robotic arm into a net, extending it across the water and scooping the sopping wet cat, and a good amount of fish, out of the stream. Both were dumped onto the ground, and despite Mao Mao’s shivering, he immediately sprang into action trying to catch the fish flopping around him.
“Wow, I shoulda just done that to begin with… You alright Mao Mao?” Badgerclops reeled his arm in just as Mao drove his sword into a fish.
“I was just fine. I had everything under control, you didn’ need to fish me out.” He grumbled, impaling another fish onto what was quickly becoming a skewer.
“Dude, you fell into the river.”
“I dove! There’s a difference!”
Both of the boys paused as Badgerclops’ stomach growled noisily. Mao Mao grimaced as his friend placed a hand over his tummy: Which had been voicing its complaints infrequently throughout the day. “Whatever man, you were taking too long anyways. We haven’t eaten all day, I wasn’t gonna wait around while you perfected your technique to catch our dinner.”
Badgerclops scooped the remaining fish up and brought them over to their fire, setting them up to roast. Mao Mao trailed behind, a scowl stuck on his face.
“There’s an art to fishing-“
“Uh-huh, it’s called a net. Listen, you’re shivering, so I’m gonna work on dinner while you dry off. We’ll regroup when you’re less cold and grouchy.” Badgerclops explained as Mao Mao placed Geraldine over the fire so his skewer could cook.
“I’m not grouchy!” Mao began to argue, but before he could get any further, Badgerclops had picked him up by the scruff of his neck and placed him by the treeline where his bag was still sitting. Mao hissed and made a half-hearted swipe at his friend’s robotic arm before shaking his head and rifling through his bag for a set of dry clothes.
“…Grouchy…I can fish by myself…” He muttered, hanging his cape on a branch and shaking the water off himself.
But if Mao was being honest, he had been a little grumpier than usual these past few days. Not that he would ever admit that aloud. They both had ever since the weather turned and stayed cold. It had been impossible to forage fruits and vegetables since then, and hunting wasn’t always reliable. Fishing was the best chance they had at a steady source of food during this season, but even then, it was an incredibly time-consuming process to go through for just one meal. And for Badgerclops, that one meal usually wasn’t enough.
Mao couldn’t help but feel guilty when Badgerclops could hardly eat his fill. What kind of hero couldn’t even properly feed his partner?
The cat glanced back at the fire, where Badgerclops was adding a bit of seasoning to the fish. As the smell of cooking fish wafted over, Mao’s tummy rumbled eagerly.
“Pipe down…” He murmured, pressing his paw into his stomach harshly. He was hungry, but they’d caught enough fish for Badgerclops to eat his fill. So maybe Mao could forfeit dinner tonight: For his friend’s sake.
Mao Mao fashioned his sash a little tighter around his belly before heading back to the campfire, where Badgerclops was already eating some of the roasted fish.
“Oh, hey man! The fish is done cooking, and I seasoned them how you like it. Here, dig in!” Badgerclops insisted, holding Geraldine out to him. The skewered roasted fish on his sword made Mao Mao’s mouth water, but after a moment of wide-eyed hesitation, he swallowed thickly and slid the fish off his blade and onto Badgerclops’ plate.
“I’m uh, not hungry at the moment. Besides, I need to polish Geraldine. Her legendary glow is useless if she’s covered in fish guts.” He insisted, plopping down on the opposite side of the fire from Badgerclops, who momentarily stopped eating to look up and raise an eyebrow at his partner.
“You sure dude? This is a lot for me to eat on my own-“
“Badgerclops I’ve watched you eat an entire tree’s worth of apples. Eat the dang fish.” Mao Mao looked up from polishing his sword to glare at the other, who just nodded silently and took another bite of his food.
And despite his insistence, it took all his strength to focus on polishing his sword instead of watching Badgerclops eat.
If he wasn’t hungry before, then the smell of the fish and the sound of his friend enjoying his meal was certainly doing him in now. He was silently grateful that his stomach had quieted down, but now all that remained was a painful, hollow ache that had him nearly doubled over onto himself. But Mao opted to ignore it: Badgerclops deserved to enjoy his meal.
Which he did, because in no time, all the fish they’d caught was in the badgers’ belly.
“Oh man, that was too good… I haven’t been this full in awhile.” Badgerclops sighed contentedly, rubbing a claw over his rounded tummy and leaning back on a log. Mao Mao smiled a bit when he heard that the other was finally full, but when his own stomach twisted and panged harshly, he couldn’t help but glance over enviously.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” He said sharply, sheathing his sword and tossing another log on the fire before crossing his arms. Now that the sun had fully set the cold had settled in for the night too, and Mao couldn’t suppress a shiver when a gust of wind picked up and caused his fur to stand on end.
“Aw c’mon dude, what are you sittin’ all the way over there for? Bring it in, it’s freezing tonight.” Badgerclops urged, holding his arms out. Mao sighed and heaved himself up from the ground to settle into his spot; against Badgerclops’ belly. Badgerclops didn’t hesitate to squeeze Mao in a gentle hug, and as Mao reluctantly settled into the embrace, his ears pricked up when he heard his partner’s stomach calmly digesting its’ large dinner right beside him. Badgerclops noticed the others’ involuntary movement and chuckled softly.
“Oh, sorry if my tummy’s makin’ noises, it’s still working on dinner.”
Suddenly, Mao Mao’s stomach churned and cramped up painfully, and he wrapped both arms around his middle, curling in on himself. Badgerclops looked down at his partner with concern, but before he could even ask what was wrong, Mao’s tummy groaned emptily, the sound not stifled by his arms in the slightest. Especially not with Badgerclops so close to him. He definitely heard that.
“Uh… Mao Mao? Are you hungry?”
The jig was really up now. Mao’s face immediately flushed red, but despite all signs pointing to yes, he still shook his head. “Of course not! That was your stomach! Besides, I said I wasn’t hungry.” As if to prove him wrong, his stomach rumbled desperately again, and Badgerclops just frowned and shifted slightly to look his partner in the eyes.
“Well it sounds like when you said you weren’t hungry before, you lied to me.” Mao Mao lowered his ears ashamedly as soon as Badgerclops stated the obvious, and he unfurled himself to fully face the other.
“Well, yes, but you would still be hungry right now if I hadn’t lied!” He defended, to which Badgerclops just scoffed.
“But if you told the truth then at least both of us would have something in our tummies. We can always find more food man; so you don’t need to worry this much about whether or not I’m a little hungry.” Mao’s stomach grumbled again, and he put a paw back over his tummy with a grimace. “Especially not when your stomach sounds like that.”
“But I’m a hero! My partner can’t go hungry on my watch… What kind of hero would I be if I couldn’t make grueling sacrifices, or withstand a bit of hunger?”
“Well you’d be a full hero, for starters.” Badgerclops retorted. “Listen, it’s nice that you care this much about my well-being, my last group of friends wouldn’t have cared at all… But I’m not gonna let you use your arbitrary hero rules to justify going hungry. That’s stupid.”
“They’re not arbitrary, all the rules are in this book-“
“Well you can’t be a hero on an empty stomach regardless of what the book says.” Badgerclops interrupted. “Because if a monster attacked us right now they’d totally kick your butt.”
Mao Mao crossed his arms at that. Badgerclops was probably right, his stomach ached and he felt weak and tired. He’d be no match for any kind of monster right now. His stomach whined again, and Badgerclops tentatively held a claw over his friends’ belly, to which Mao gave a silent go-ahead. Badgerclops began to rub slow, gentle circles across his partners’ soft little kitty tummy, coaxing a few more angry rumbles out in the process.
“I could still take down a monster right now.” Mao insisted after a few moments of silence.
“Don’t jinx us man. Besides, I’m literally rubbing your tummy right now, so chill out a bit.” Mao sighed and nodded, his arms staying crossed.
“Thank you, Badgerclops.”
“Anytime, Mao Mao.”
106 notes
·
View notes