𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐊𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 || Usopp

you— a princess. a delicate and fragile flower aka 'the damsel in distress' give the Great Usopp a 'great' surprise.

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"Princess, this is the day your eyes get the blessing of witnessing the Great Usopp vanquish his enemies."

Atop the edge of an ice outcropping inside a glacier cave, you stand behind Usopp, gaze riveted on him in absolute awe as he aims his slingshot down at the overbearing husband and wife couple displaying too much PDA for everyone's comfort— especially Sanji's.

"I am blessed." A dreamy sigh falls from your lips as you swoon over Usopp's macho pretense—and him.

You were a princess distances away from home, fortunately rescued by the straw hats after they'd found you lost at sea.

And a princess who'd undeniably found herself smitten with a pirate. Heart captured by both his bravado and amusing fabricated tales he'd regale you with whenever you felt homesick.

You cheer Usopp on watching in anticipation as he takes aim down at the couple.

"You've incurred the wrath of the almighty Usopp-sama!" His voice bellows with confidence before releasing the projectile that zips down in the direction of the woman, and explodes upon impact, erupting a burst of flames in her face.

"Oh, Usopp! That was amazing!" You gush and Usopp smiles in pride from your praise. But you immediately notice his boastful smile replaced with a taut line and his brown eyes drawn wide as he looks down in the direction he'd sent his attack, all the blood drained from his face.

You follow his gaze to see the husband of the woman— a man with blonde hair, cowboy-inspired attire paired with ice-skates and tacky blue eyeshadow— who'd been knocked unconscious by Usopp, speeding towards you both, his features laced with piercing anger.

Scared out of his wits, Usopp grabs your hand in his, pulling you along with him as he whisks off, steering you both in the opposite direction.

Momentarily, coupled screams of fear and anger echo off the cave's ice walls as the man's chase of you and Usopp in particular persists, Sanji joining the party seemingly out of nowhere.

However, the chef's chase abruptly comes to an end—Usopp his former target—when he remembers the man's partner he'd unsurprisingly fallen head over heels for, lying injured, alone, in the cold from Usopp's attack.

"How dare you hurt my honey, Arbell." The wannabe cowboy's voice rains contempt as he aims a kick in your direction.

Usopp releases his grip on your hand and shoves you aside the same time the man's leg connects with his side, sending him crashing into a nearby wall. And as he does, a dreadful scream parts from your lips. "Usopp!"

The man stalks towards Usopp's injured form that slowly keels over from the impact, plummeting to the ground with a heavy thud.

"This is what you get for hurting my honey!" The man moves to land another one of his brutal kicks on Usopp's vunerable form, but before he can land a strike, your hand seizes his leg with a tight, blood-clotting grip.

"You fuck!"

The piece of shit that attacked Usopp peers down at you, horror filling his face when he sees your angered expression accompanied by the suffocating feeling of your unadulterated rage.

Like a fish on dry land, his body thrases in your hold in an attempt to release his leg from your iron grip.

"W-What are you doing?!" He quivers out when your other hand wraps around his free leg. His question is soon answered when you twirl your body around at lighting speed, release him from your grip and send him flying off and into the distance.

A loud boom resonates around you and the ground vibrates in an almost violent quake, but you pay it no mind, rushing to attend to a half-conscious Usopp.

You gather his limp form onto your lap clothed by your thick winter attire. "Usopp my beloved, are you okay?" You inspect him thoroughly for any injuries, pulling a handkerchief from your coat pocket and wiping away the small patch of blood you notice smeared on the left corner of his lips.

It takes a minute for Usopp to gather himself before he answers. "I've had worse." He heaves a cough, then another. "By the way princess"—his voice is rapsy as he speaks and eyes half-lidded as he stares at you, both curious and amazed—"you handed it to that guy pretty good. Why didn't you tell me and the others you had devil fruit powers?"

You smile a bright smile down at him, face warming from his praise.

"Because, I don't."