Aizawa x Reader (First Person POV/Lemon&Fluff)

A POV from a while ago

Imagine For A Moment.

Around your late 20's you meet a old woman. She seems completely out of it. Drained of happiness. So, you politely smile at her.

As time goes on you learn that the woman you smiled at was a Queen/Empress. You spend your every waking moment with her like you're her granddaughter/grandson. You have lighter skin than her but you nor her kind that.

Those who do, her blood children, begin to challenge you mentally and physically. Even going to the point of threatening you. Mentally. And physically.

For 3 years you endure the pain, one time it finally comes to cross that you're being completely challenged in your friendship with the Queen/Empress. You've taken pictures together. She awarded you titles that you insisted you didn't want. You taught her new things.

You taught her how to laugh again. She talked to you about everything, even her boring job as Queen/Empress. However, as she gets older it becomes quite apparent to you that those times are coming to an end.

She tells you to leave to which you refuse. You've been with her for 6 years, you say, why leave now? She begins to weep as she tells you that her sons and daughter would have your head if you stayed after her death.

You swallow. You take a deep breath. Then you sigh. You smile widely at her like when you first met and you say "Even if I were to die, my time with you had been absolutely fulfilling".

She holds you in her arms as you cherish every second of the warmth of her hug. Soon, you let go and give one last smile.

"The world is cruel. It hates happiness amongst those who have been thrown into completely different families." You say.

She nods. "I cannot hate the thought of you leaving me, my granddaughter/grandson."

She weeps the next day and speaks of when she was a child. That night she gives you a bracelet and necklace. Both with her royal signature and picture. You wear them everyday but make sure they're hidden from others.

Finally, the day comes that you must say goodbye to your best friend. You talk about everything until you finally tell her it is time for her to go. She caresses your cheek as tears fall from your eyes.

Everything in you wants to scream "No! Don't go! Don't leave me alone!" Because in truth you're terrified of what her children can do but you don't do this for you, you do this for her.

Taking the moment as everyone is out of the room, you tell her stories of your mother. How brave she was and finally you take you leave. Not because you wanted to but because someone came in and made you leave.

Assuming they wanted to talk with you, to comfort you, to hold you, you walk outside and stand there. Seconds pass and they pile back into her room and then it hits you.

As you lean against the wall drowning in sorrow, you realize the worst case scenarios and cry into your hands. 1 hour. 2 hours.

They walk out. One by one. She's gone. You could tell by the way they looked at you without restrain in their angered eyes. They walk past you caring nothing for how you feel.

When out of sight, you begin to cry. How was this fair? You were nothing but nice to them. You were polite. You were welcoming. You never overstepped your boundaries and you were very patient.

Even at the funeral you were forced to wait until everyone was out of the room. You walked inside in complete silence. No one to hold you as you cried. No one to comfort you. Nothing.

After the burial, you're dragging in front of the guest house that the Queen/Empress built for you. The new monarch, King/Queen, looks at you with absolute disgust. Your heart drops as you see a torch in one mans hand and they begin tossing pictures and books and letters out in front of you.

You fought then but it was as if you were slowed down. Every single move was exhausting. You couldn't scream and your head was busting from the thousands of tears you already wept.

But they didn't care. They didn't care that you adored the Queen/Empress so highly as if she were your own mother/grandmother. They didn't care that you sat and talked to her when she felt alone because that didn't have the time for her.

They weren't grateful for the time you spent there or the smiles you gave them. They were not grateful for your advice. Your hugs. Your jokes. Nothing.

They hated you. Why? Because you were rich. You weren't stubborn. You weren't too busy for their own mother. You weren't impatient and you didn't scream when you got irritated.

You were not their color. Their family. Their friend. You were a nuisance to them. That's all.

So when the new King/Queen/Emperor/Empress looked at you. She felt nothing as you screamed and fought against the two guards. She felt nothing as your home went up in flames, your memories, your clothes.

As far as they were concerned. You were just a bad dream that they finally woke up from.

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I watched Abdul and Queen Elizabeth and wrote this I think 2-3 years ago. I thought you guys would enjoy the read!

I'm working on part 2 of Raised Right