Nekotalia one shots

||Kicking|| France X Reader

You yawned, stretching out on your cat purch, your kingdom, your domain.
It was the one spot in the house you had claimed yourself, living with two other cats made it a little hard to get your alone time. And you wanted to cherish it, because in just a couple weeks, things were going to get much more crowded.

You rolled on your side, exposing your round belly to the sun with a small sigh of comfort.
Yes, (Name)'s pregnant. Who was the father exactly? Why don't you ask the tom himself.

She scowled softly, remembering back to when it happened.
It's not that (Name) didn't love the white Persian, but she wasn't expecting this to happen either...
You two had gotten a little antsy during heat and decided to mess around, the end result being obvious.

You were mostly an outdoor cat, no matter how hard the eyebrows man tried to keep you otherwise. You loved hunting and walking around, if there was one thing you hated, it was being confined inside of a house. You were cranky if you didn't get to go out for a day, so you can imagine what it's like being caged up for a month.

Was it worth it? Being cooped up like this, having to deal with all these changes, feeling as though you were always full, the exhaustion, not to mention your belly weighing you down?

Yes it would, you hoped...
Your pelt twitched softly, a small kick inside your belly. You curled up somewhat, grooming your fur with a small sigh. Yes, it would definitely be worth it.

Your stomach growled softly, licking your lips, you began to slowly, carefully leading yourself down the perch, and onto the floor.

A soft purr came from behind you, "Bonjour mon amour~!" You turned to see your mate padding up to you happily, giving your ear an affectionate lick.

"Hey," you greeted, purring softly as he sat next to you.
"How have you been?" He asked, nuzzling me softly.

Your tail twitched as he intertwined it with his own.
"Ok, they're getting busy in there." You commented, feeling another small kick.

France smiled, nuzzling your belly softly, feeling it too. "I can't wait to meet them." He purred, licking your belly.
"Y-yeah." You responded, looking at the ground.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, his eyes showing genuine concern.

"I-it's nothing." You said, your eyes glued to the floor.
France frowned, "just tell me."

You sighed softly, "I don't know if I'm ready for this..." You said honestly, your shoulders slumped, and your head bowed.
"You'll be a great mother," he said, "don't worry about it." You just nodded softly. "Y-yeah."

"(Name)!" You heard your voice called from the kitchen.
"I need to go, I'll see you later." You told him, giving the tom a lick on the cheek before padding off into the kitchen.
The eyebrows man stood near the door, a cat carrier on the table. Oh no, you knew what was going on here.

They're gonna take me to the blue room! She hissed, backing away.
"Now common love, don't be like that." Eyebrows said, walking slowly towards me.

I took a couple steps back.
Nonono, I'm not doing this!!! You thought, immediately trying to make your escape. Too late. Your belly made if difficult to run, feeling yourself getting scooped up gently and carefully into The eyebrow man's arms.

You groaned, trying to struggle, Francis stood a couple feet away. "Help me!" You pleaded as you were put into the cat carrier.

"Good luck mon amour!" He called after you, you glared at him as he chuckled amusedly as you tried to struggle out of the cat carrier.

You hadn't been to the blue room since you were a kitten, feeling your heart beat quicken as he carried the cat carrier out to the car.

"It's about time you had a check up as well." Blondie said, picking up his cat and carrying him out into the car with them.

Your tail was twitching nervously, glaring at Francis as he was set onto the seat next to you.
He pouted, "what did I do?" He asked, as you shifted around in the carrier.

"I dob't want to go to the blue room." You hissed.
"It's not so bad, I promise." He told you with a small purr.
You scowled and curled up into a tight ball in your cat carrier.

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It's been a few weeks since the checkup, and now it seems like you could hardly get any rest.
You felt twitchy, like you had to be alert constantly. You had become much more protective as well, now allowing anyone to come close to your belly.
Your stomach rumbled in hunger, but you felt absolutely stuffed. The kits moving and squirming around constantly didn't help your mood.
You could tell that you were ready to give birth soon, but you had no idea when.

You padded around the basement corner. You had chosen this place as your birth spot, and curlie-q had even set up a little basket and everything for you.

You sighed, resting your head down on the bed, unable to rest or even close your eyes. What if the kids come now? What if they come tomorrow? Thoughts plagued your mind as your tail twitched restlessly.
You sighed, feeling your kits kicking and squirming. "Stop it..." You muttered, feeling exhaustion run through you.

"Stop what?" You lifted your head to see your mate trotting up to you, settling in the basket beside you, his warm fluffy flank pressed against your own.
"They won't stop kicking me..." You yawned, resting your head back down on the blankets. France gently stroked his tail along your form, soothing you.

"It just means that they're stubborn, just like their mama." He purred, giving your ear a lick.
You hummed a small response, too tired to snap at him.
Eventually you felt yourself relax and start to fall asleep, Francis's purring the last thing you heard before drifting off into dreamland.