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Title<\/b>: Eggcellent Contract Terms [pairing]
\nRating\/Warnings<\/b>: PG-13 for suggested oviposition.
\nSummary<\/b>: Ace doubled down on his contract with Azul, but Cater-senpai is here to help.
\nAN<\/b>: Written for Shiritori. Set during the TWST story where Ace and Deuce have anemones on their heads. <\/p>\n
Eggcellent Contract Terms<\/b><\/p>\n
\u201cLies,\u201d Ace sniffed, nose in the air. \u201cLies and slander.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLies!\u201d Deuce scoffed. He pointed at Ace like a kindergartner tattling on a classmate to his teacher.<\/p>\n
\u201cAcey, I think we\u2019re past the fibbing stage,\u201d Cater said, not bothering to hide his smile. He was certainly more amused than Deuce, who could only splutter indignantly at this point. <\/p>\n
\u201cAzul wanted to talk about my contract terms, that\u2019s all,\u201d Ace said, hands on his hips. Unfortunately, his annoyed pose only served to emphasize the swell of his belly over his waistband. <\/p>\n
\u201cWas one of the terms letting Azul bend you over the desk and fill you with eggs?\u201d Cater asked, crossing his arms. <\/p>\n
\u201cEggs?!\u201d Deuce\u2019s eyes went wide, darting back and forth from Ace\u2019s belly to Cater\u2019s face. <\/p>\n
\u201cWell, was it?\u201d Cater pressed. <\/p>\n
Ace\u2019s eyes dropped to the floor, face flushing so hard his heart symbol nearly disappeared. \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?!\u201d Deuce demanded. \u201cWhat do you mean, yes?!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop repeating everything!\u201d Ace snapped. \u201cI mean yes! He said he\u2019d let me off my contract if I babysat just a few dumb little eggs for a week and I said yes!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMmhmm,\u201d Cater said, his lack of surprise making both first years squint at him. \u201cDid he forget to mention the eggs needed incubating inside of you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas a little light on the details, yeah,\u201d Ace muttered, downcast. Even his anemone drooped. \u201cI can\u2019t go to class like this, god.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSkipping classes would hardly improve your situation and would definitely attract Riddle\u2019s attention,\u201d Cater reminded. He turned to go, waving for Ace and Deuce to follow. \u201cCome on, kiddos, senpai is here to help.\u201d<\/p>\n
The trip to Cater\u2019s room was subdued without Ace and Deuce\u2019s usual banter. Once there, Cater yanked open his wardrobe and started digging to the back, eventually pulling out an oversized sweater in checkered black and hot pink. Before Ace could argue, Cater jammed the sweater over Ace\u2019s head; it was certainly loose enough to hide the egg bump, coming halfway down Ace\u2019s thighs. <\/p>\n
\u201cPerfect!\u201d Cater announced. \u201cOversize sweaters were all the rage when I was a first year, plus it matches your anemone. Gotta coordinate your palette, y\u2019know?\u201d Cater whipped out his phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t!\u201d Ace protested, but it was too late. Picture snapped, Cater diddled with a few filters, thumbs busy.<\/p>\n
\u201c#ThrowbackThursday, #VintageThreads, #Anemomeme, sparkle heart sparkle chess piece aaaand posted!\u201d Cater brandished his phone proudly, hand on his hip. \u201cSay \u2018thank you, senpai.\u2019\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you, senpai,\u201d Ace and Deuce echoed dubiously. <\/p>\n
\u201cOh, and you\u2019re gonna want a hot water bottle, truuuust me,\u201d Cater said. \u201cLemme go ask Trey, he\u2019s got one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you so much about it?\u201d Ace asked, frowning. <\/p>\n
Cater laughed. \u201cYou think you\u2019re the first idiot Azul tricked into bending over his desk? I traded my egg-ginity to get #VaCayAllDay trending for a week, and it was totally worth it. Here\u2019s a bonus tip: getting them out is just as much fun as it was putting them in, if you have the right kind of help.\u201d Cater slapped both of them on the back and strolled out of the room to find Trey. <\/p>\n
Dazed, Ace dropped to sit in Cater\u2019s desk chair, rubbing his belly absently. Deuce stayed standing right where he was, frowning fiercely. <\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s your problem?\u201d Ace asked, annoyed. \u201cYou aren\u2019t the one playing Easter basket for a week!\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf\u2026\u201d Deuce lifted his eyes from the ground, baffled and plaintive. \u201cIf chicks don\u2019t come from eggs, what does?\u201d<\/p>\n