Ace made a simple mistake .w.
He stared down at the silky material in his hands, hands which could cast a spell stronger than any other magician, prepare food worthy of the Gods. So why, why one Earth, Heaven and in Hell were he holding a pair of black, lacy, panties in those hands!?
The ritual had been carried out under the fifth full moon of the year, with not a cloud on the starry sky and the dragons heading south. He had worn black leather, the silver rings and his hair in a golden ponytail. All the purifications had gone according to schedule and he had stepped inside the circle painted on the paved ground exactly 23:58, with his wand raised to honor the Moon who watched over him.
A hour later, and he were holding a pair of women lingerie. He had unbuckled his cape, the leather now lying at his feet in all its heaviness as he leaned against a tree. How could this have happened to him?
Now no one would leave him alone for this failure, creating a pair of panties when he were summoning the talisman of the moon. How much worse could this night become? As if the Moon wanted him to punish him further, the sound of snickering reached his ears, the low baritone in which the sound were uttered all too familiar to him.
The green haired wolf-familiar of Portgas D. Ace. A shitty mutt who couldn't keep his mouth shut and who's owner let him run free, Sanji couldn't stand him longer than five seconds.
“What?” His voice were gruff, wrinkles all over his usually smooth forehead.
“My master wants to see you, blondie. So please move that ass of yours and follow me.” With a heavy sigh, the blonde watched Zoro turn around, only to go in the opposite direction of the castle where the magicians resided.
*G.G*
Both men contemplated the pair of black panties that lay pitifully in Sanji’s palm. Worlds seemed to spin about their heads and somewhere, a cicada chirped.
Ace D. Portgas fingered the strap of his own thong thoughtfully as he gazed attentively at the panties that Sanji held. Finally the great magician spoke.
“Sanji…are you sure you followed the instructions in the spell book clearly and concisely?”
“Absolutely certain.” Sanji snapped, bad humor gripping him, “The wormwood was picked during the night of the lunar eclipse, the newt’s tongue was boiled with three mandrake roots, and the ceremony itself was conducted within the appropriate magic circle. I am absolutely certain that there were no mistakes made.”
“You were supposed to visualize the familiar you desired at the peak of the ceremony! What did you visualize?” Ace demanded.
Sanji blushed, “Well-You see, I thought-of-of-a cat. Yes, a cat.”
Ace frowned, “Sanji, you know quite well that humans cannot be summoned as a familiar. They can only be created like Zoro here, and only by their own consent.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-“
“You tried to summon a woman dressed in nothing but black panties didn’t you?”
Sanji looked away, coughing, and bleeding copiosuly from the nose.
Ace snorted and beckoned his greenhaired familiar, “Zoro. Come.”
Zoro, with a smirk at Sanji, came and sat down at Ace’s feet. His collar jangled. Sanji glared at him, knowing that the greenheaded moss was enjoying his whole discomfort immensely.
The black haired man ran a hand absentmindedly through the short green fuzz, before addressing Sanji again, “Sanji. This is simply not acceptable. The ceremony was supposed to summon your own familiar, which after months of proper training you are quite capable of summoning and with which you cannot hope to survive the Quest with.”
Sanji frowned, “Ace. I’m sure I can at least attempt to fulfill my duties without a familiar. If the Gods do not mean for me to have one than I can do nothing about it.”
Ace shook his black head and paced back and forth thoughtfully.
“You cannot try to summon it again, there’s not enough time left for that. You should have left as soon as you summoned it. And time is key in this, if we ever hope to regain the Sacred Seal…”
He suddenly paused, black eyes widening as they fixed themselves on the self-satisfied face of his familiar.
Zoro, feeling the weight of his gaze, looked at him questioningly, “Master?”
Ace smiled.
“Sanji. We have found you a familiar.”
Zoro choked at the same time Sanji did.
“What??!”
*G.G*
He will have to wear the panties. The thought went through Zoro's furry head in an instant, the pure horror of it striking him like lightning in an old tree stump. Never would he listen to that blond asshole with no abilities except cooking, over his cold, dead and by then gory body!
“Well, then...” As he was occupied by those thoughts, Ace took forth one of his old and dusty books out of his magical hammer space. He browsed through the pages while coughing and crying from all the dust getting into his throat and eyes. “Here we are!”
The raven haired man clapped on the page he had found as he stood up and took the panties from a still flabbergasted Sanji. With a snap of his fingers, he froze his familiar, making it look like he had a very green and very confused/angry stuffed wolf in his study. He walked up behind the beast and crouched beside the stiff tail. Then the blond wizard finally woke up from his almost trance and looked at him with even more confused, blue eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, just making sure Zoro is your familiar and obeys you~” Speaking with a sing-song voice, Ace slide the panties up Zoro's tail, swearing a little over all the pelt getting in the way of the lace. When the fabric finally was at the base, he knotted it hard before he quickly took a step back and dragged Sanji with him.
“Wh-”
“Wait, the magic will soon start working.” With another snap of his fingers, the wolf shivered, before multicolored light started to travel up his spine, over his hind legs and to the tip of his tail. With a sudden 'poof!', the light seemed to make him explode and the green smoke covering him caused both the males watching to all but cough their lungs out.
When the smoke finally disappeared, Ace and Sanji looked up with tears streaming down their faces. But the tears was soon forgotten as they watched the green haired man raise up on two wobbly legs. scratching the back of his head in confusion. With a slap on his own cheek and one on the blond's, the freckled man rushed for his desk and the ancient book still lying there. His finger traveled over the letters quickly as he muttered curses under his breath and the no-longer-wolf and cook stared at each other in chock with their mouths hanging open.
Suddenly, he found the mistake at the to of the page. “AH! Not 'How to give your familiar to another human', but 'How to make your familiar human'! Thought something was strange...”
“Eh?” His mind unable to comprehend anything at the time, Sanji turned and looked at his older friend, mouth still agape.
“Apparently when I sought for 'familiar, human and make', the book thought I meant how to make a familiar human! How silly! Ahahaha-” With a snore, the black haired man's face hit the book and dust flew up around him. Still just as confused as he would be if a woman responded to his flirting, the blond man walked up to the desk and peaked down on the pages.
With huge, black and squiggly letters, the way to make a familiar human was told. “The magical item must find it's way to the familiar's behind, then it will transform in a 'poof!' of magical smoke. Be cautious not to inhale too much of said smoke.”
Of course Ace would fuck this up, he were Luffy's big brother after all. But how could he mistake this for the formula to give a familiar to someone else? He shook his head to try and clear the fog away, when he moved the freckled man to the side and searched for the right formula.
“To assign your familiar to someone else, you must fasten a magical item on them from behind, only then will they obey their new master who is standing before them.”
At that, the cook smacked his face against the palm of his left hand, before the sound of a husky voice reached his ears and made him turn around.
“Oi, ero-cook, what the hell is it at my tailbone? It's itching like hell.” Not really noticing the fact that the man before him was naked in all his glory, Sanji looked down. On the small of Zoro's back, there was a small, green gecko tattooed.
The ritual had been carried out under the fifth full moon of the year, with not a cloud on the starry sky and the dragons heading south. He had worn black leather, the silver rings and his hair in a golden ponytail. All the purifications had gone according to schedule and he had stepped inside the circle painted on the paved ground exactly 23:58, with his wand raised to honor the Moon who watched over him.
A hour later, and he were holding a pair of women lingerie. He had unbuckled his cape, the leather now lying at his feet in all its heaviness as he leaned against a tree. How could this have happened to him?
Now no one would leave him alone for this failure, creating a pair of panties when he were summoning the talisman of the moon. How much worse could this night become? As if the Moon wanted him to punish him further, the sound of snickering reached his ears, the low baritone in which the sound were uttered all too familiar to him.
The green haired wolf-familiar of Portgas D. Ace. A shitty mutt who couldn't keep his mouth shut and who's owner let him run free, Sanji couldn't stand him longer than five seconds.
“What?” His voice were gruff, wrinkles all over his usually smooth forehead.
“My master wants to see you, blondie. So please move that ass of yours and follow me.” With a heavy sigh, the blonde watched Zoro turn around, only to go in the opposite direction of the castle where the magicians resided.
*G.G*
Both men contemplated the pair of black panties that lay pitifully in Sanji’s palm. Worlds seemed to spin about their heads and somewhere, a cicada chirped.
Ace D. Portgas fingered the strap of his own thong thoughtfully as he gazed attentively at the panties that Sanji held. Finally the great magician spoke.
“Sanji…are you sure you followed the instructions in the spell book clearly and concisely?”
“Absolutely certain.” Sanji snapped, bad humor gripping him, “The wormwood was picked during the night of the lunar eclipse, the newt’s tongue was boiled with three mandrake roots, and the ceremony itself was conducted within the appropriate magic circle. I am absolutely certain that there were no mistakes made.”
“You were supposed to visualize the familiar you desired at the peak of the ceremony! What did you visualize?” Ace demanded.
Sanji blushed, “Well-You see, I thought-of-of-a cat. Yes, a cat.”
Ace frowned, “Sanji, you know quite well that humans cannot be summoned as a familiar. They can only be created like Zoro here, and only by their own consent.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about-“
“You tried to summon a woman dressed in nothing but black panties didn’t you?”
Sanji looked away, coughing, and bleeding copiosuly from the nose.
Ace snorted and beckoned his greenhaired familiar, “Zoro. Come.”
Zoro, with a smirk at Sanji, came and sat down at Ace’s feet. His collar jangled. Sanji glared at him, knowing that the greenheaded moss was enjoying his whole discomfort immensely.
The black haired man ran a hand absentmindedly through the short green fuzz, before addressing Sanji again, “Sanji. This is simply not acceptable. The ceremony was supposed to summon your own familiar, which after months of proper training you are quite capable of summoning and with which you cannot hope to survive the Quest with.”
Sanji frowned, “Ace. I’m sure I can at least attempt to fulfill my duties without a familiar. If the Gods do not mean for me to have one than I can do nothing about it.”
Ace shook his black head and paced back and forth thoughtfully.
“You cannot try to summon it again, there’s not enough time left for that. You should have left as soon as you summoned it. And time is key in this, if we ever hope to regain the Sacred Seal…”
He suddenly paused, black eyes widening as they fixed themselves on the self-satisfied face of his familiar.
Zoro, feeling the weight of his gaze, looked at him questioningly, “Master?”
Ace smiled.
“Sanji. We have found you a familiar.”
Zoro choked at the same time Sanji did.
“What??!”
*G.G*
He will have to wear the panties. The thought went through Zoro's furry head in an instant, the pure horror of it striking him like lightning in an old tree stump. Never would he listen to that blond asshole with no abilities except cooking, over his cold, dead and by then gory body!
“Well, then...” As he was occupied by those thoughts, Ace took forth one of his old and dusty books out of his magical hammer space. He browsed through the pages while coughing and crying from all the dust getting into his throat and eyes. “Here we are!”
The raven haired man clapped on the page he had found as he stood up and took the panties from a still flabbergasted Sanji. With a snap of his fingers, he froze his familiar, making it look like he had a very green and very confused/angry stuffed wolf in his study. He walked up behind the beast and crouched beside the stiff tail. Then the blond wizard finally woke up from his almost trance and looked at him with even more confused, blue eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Oh, just making sure Zoro is your familiar and obeys you~” Speaking with a sing-song voice, Ace slide the panties up Zoro's tail, swearing a little over all the pelt getting in the way of the lace. When the fabric finally was at the base, he knotted it hard before he quickly took a step back and dragged Sanji with him.
“Wh-”
“Wait, the magic will soon start working.” With another snap of his fingers, the wolf shivered, before multicolored light started to travel up his spine, over his hind legs and to the tip of his tail. With a sudden 'poof!', the light seemed to make him explode and the green smoke covering him caused both the males watching to all but cough their lungs out.
When the smoke finally disappeared, Ace and Sanji looked up with tears streaming down their faces. But the tears was soon forgotten as they watched the green haired man raise up on two wobbly legs. scratching the back of his head in confusion. With a slap on his own cheek and one on the blond's, the freckled man rushed for his desk and the ancient book still lying there. His finger traveled over the letters quickly as he muttered curses under his breath and the no-longer-wolf and cook stared at each other in chock with their mouths hanging open.
Suddenly, he found the mistake at the to of the page. “AH! Not 'How to give your familiar to another human', but 'How to make your familiar human'! Thought something was strange...”
“Eh?” His mind unable to comprehend anything at the time, Sanji turned and looked at his older friend, mouth still agape.
“Apparently when I sought for 'familiar, human and make', the book thought I meant how to make a familiar human! How silly! Ahahaha-” With a snore, the black haired man's face hit the book and dust flew up around him. Still just as confused as he would be if a woman responded to his flirting, the blond man walked up to the desk and peaked down on the pages.
With huge, black and squiggly letters, the way to make a familiar human was told. “The magical item must find it's way to the familiar's behind, then it will transform in a 'poof!' of magical smoke. Be cautious not to inhale too much of said smoke.”
Of course Ace would fuck this up, he were Luffy's big brother after all. But how could he mistake this for the formula to give a familiar to someone else? He shook his head to try and clear the fog away, when he moved the freckled man to the side and searched for the right formula.
“To assign your familiar to someone else, you must fasten a magical item on them from behind, only then will they obey their new master who is standing before them.”
At that, the cook smacked his face against the palm of his left hand, before the sound of a husky voice reached his ears and made him turn around.
“Oi, ero-cook, what the hell is it at my tailbone? It's itching like hell.” Not really noticing the fact that the man before him was naked in all his glory, Sanji looked down. On the small of Zoro's back, there was a small, green gecko tattooed.