My late hero Eren x reader ( completed )

A Cry in the Shadows

Everything seemed fine when Eren's father returned. We all thought he was dead, and seeing him again filled me with a confusing mix of emotions—relief for Eren and Mikasa, and a quiet sadness. Eren and Mikasa spent most of their time with him, leaving me and Armin on our own. But Armin and I made the best of it, like we always did.

One week later...

A whole week passed, and neither Armin nor I had seen Eren or Mikasa. I searched everywhere, high and low, but they were gone. Despite the pit of worry growing in my stomach, I kept telling Armin, They're fine. They're with their dad. It was the only hope I had, and I clung to it. But then, one day, while out hunting in the forest, everything changed.

As I stalked through the trees, trying to find something to kill for dinner, a scream pierced the silence. Eren's voice.

"No dad!"

My blood turned cold. Without thinking, I ran. My legs burned, my lungs ached, but I didn't stop. I couldn't. I won't stop.

And then, through the trees, I saw them. Eren, tied to a tree, his father looming over him with a syringe in hand. The sight of it—Eren struggling, the needle poised to strike—made my stomach turn.

"Stop!" I screamed, pushing myself harder, my feet pounding the earth beneath me.

Eren's father looked up, his smile twisting into something monstrous, cold, almost playful. "Ah... another test subject." His voice was laced with a sick amusement, like I was no more than a passing interest.

"Run! Get out of here!" Eren's voice was desperate, pleading.

But I shook my head, refusing to turn back. "I've been left alone before—when the Titans invaded—but I am not leaving you behind!"

I could barely hear my own words over the pounding of my heart. I was so close, so close to reaching Eren when his father lunged at me. The impact knocked me off my feet, the wind stolen from my lungs. I was exhausted from the run, my body too heavy to move, too slow to react.

Then I felt it—the sharp sting of the needle. Once. Twice. Ten times. The cold bite of the injections, over and over, until the world blurred. I could barely see, barely think, but I felt the warmth of blood flowing down my arm, pooling beneath me in the grass. I tried to ignore the pain, to push it away like I always had. But the more I fought, the more I realized—this time, it might not be enough.

I tried to kick, to squirm, to fight back, but my strength was gone. His father kept injecting me, shot after shot. Twenty times? Thirty? I lost count after a while. Each stab pushed me further into darkness.

Through it all, I reached for Eren, desperate to free him, desperate to save him. But I couldn't hold on any longer. Blood loss, pain, exhaustion... everything hit me at once, and my vision went black.

Eren's POV

I'm on the ground, unable to move, paralyzed by the horror in front of me. My father—my own father—is stabbing Y/N. Over and over. She's struggling, but it's useless. She's covered in blood, reaching out to me, but I can't help her. I can't do anything.

I want to scream, to yell, but my voice is caught in my throat. I watch as Y/N endures the pain, her face twisted in agony, but she isn't crying out. She's not screaming. She's just... taking it.

She's doing this for me. She knows that if she passes out, he'll turn his attention back to me. Idiot. You idiot, Y/N. You said you'd kill every last Titan, so why can't you fight back now?

My mind races, and I hate myself. I hate that I can't help her, that I can't save her.

Your POV