Actions Over Words- Erik Lehnsherr x Reader
Request// @queenviolet02 Can you do a one-shot about Magneto (father) and the reader (daughter) arguing about him abandoning her for 5 years (she’s now 15) and telling him about how lonely and depressed she was without anyone by her side, along with not having anyone to help her control her powers. After that, magneto tries to ask for her forgiveness, and she doesn’t, at least for now (read A/N)
A/N: The requestor left it up to me to choose wether the reader forgives Erik or not, this was an extremely heavy piece to write, I don’t take request like these too often because it’s not a very uplifting topic to read or write, however it is a reality (this situation) and can be an outlet for both readers and writers and since it’s such a complex topic I just couldn’t see how the reader could forgive him in a single one shot, so I chose that for now they didn’t, because healing something like this takes time, that’s not to say forgiveness is obsolete in situations like this one, it just must be earned over longer period through actions and promises that are followed through with. I hope you all are well, and remember if you ever need to talk this blog is a safe place. Xx
“Five years,” your voice was quite, so quite you weren’t even sure Erik, Magneto, your father, whoever he was, had heard you. You raised your gaze from your old sneakers you’d been staring at to meet his eyes.
Erik opened his mouth then closed it, as if searching for the words to remedy the situation. You were seated in an old chair in Charles office in the X-Mansion facing Erik Lehnsherr, your dad. He was leaning against a book case, arms folded over his chest, not in a menacing way, but an unsure one. His face was filled with confusion, sorrow, guilt, emotions you were sure were reflected on your own. You however felt anger too, and rightly so, this was the first time you’d seen your father in 5 years. The word father, dad, felt sour on your tongue because this man, hadn’t been here for you as a father would have, as a father should have.
“There’s no excuses for what I did, for what I missed,” he finally broke the silence, speaking slowly as if afraid the wrong thing might spill out and increase the tension which filled the room.
“You even knew, you know what it’s like to feel alone, abandoned, depressed, you knew and you still left me,” this time you held his gaze, knowing your accusation would present itself as a slap in the face. Your voiced the truth though, after Erik had lost his mother, the terrible way he did, he should of been even more eager to be apart of your life. “I had no idea what-,” your voice cracked and you paused your sentence to take a deep breath, determined not to cry, you’d been strong all these years, you had to be, it was all you knew and it was what got you through. “I had no one to help me, no idea what was happening, my powers, mutation, it was so overwhelming, and-” you trailed off, he already knew these things, lived through them, understood them, and that only made you more frustrated.
“(Y/N), I don’t know how to fix this, at least not yet, and I know words aren’t enough, and can’t describe how sorry I am that I wasn’t there when you needed me,” he could barely meet your eye as he spoke and you could see the guilt he felt painted clearly across his features, “and I don’t know if it’s in your heart now, but I hope one day you can find forgiveness for my actions, because I’m here now and here to stay.”
“I’ve raised myself these past five years, I did that,” you couldn’t keep the fierce edge out of your voice as you spoke, “and you’re right, words aren’t enough, and as much as I would like to forgive you now, for everything to be okay, that isn’t reality because reality is you weren’t there, ever, I needed you and you were gone. So maybe, hopefully, things will get better from here, but forgiveness will come when you follow through on that promise, when you stay,” you took another deep breath staring at Erik with a tornado of emotions behind your gaze, sorrow, longing, anger, “actions speak louder than words…father,” you said the last word with a hit of sarcasm, a touch of spite, and though this maybe wasn’t the best first step on the road to rebuilding your relationship, it was essential he knew how you truly felt, what the result of his actions were. You looked at him for a moment longer, unsure of the future, scared for what was to come, but replaced it with the courage you’d fine tuned over the years and turned on your heal, leaving the room.