My late hero Eren x reader ( completed )

A Call to Arms

Three years had passed since I left the Training Corps, and the transition to the real world had been anything but smooth. The notion of daily life within the walls, safe from the Titans, was a luxury we rarely enjoyed. The threat of death was always a breath away, and while we hadn't yet ventured outside the walls where Eren's life, along with everyone else's, would be at risk, war had a way of finding us.

Today, I was engaged in the routine task of cleaning cannons, a job as drab as it was necessary. The clang of metal and the harsh commands from our superiors were the soundtrack of our lives.

"Y/N, stop slacking and get back to cleaning these cannons!" Mr. Horseface's voice cut through the air with an edge that grated on my nerves. I turned to see him, his face a twisted mask of frustration. I couldn't help but think that he could use a dose of patience.

"Alright, alright, Mr. Horseface. Whatever you say," I responded with a smirk, my sarcasm drawing chuckles from those around me. His irritation was palpable, and it only fueled the laughter that followed. Mr. Horseface, ever sensitive to ridicule, bristled and puffed himself up in a pathetic display of toughness.

"You talk a lot of bravado for someone so scrawny and weak," he said, looming over me with a sneer.

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Ahaha, you're a real comedian, aren't you? Sure, I'm small, but wasn't it you who got an elbow to the gut from the proctor? And who's still on his feet?"

The memory of Jean being laid out by the proctor drew another wave of laughter from Eren, Mikasa, Mina, Connie, Sasha, and the others. The joke never got old, especially not on a day like this.

Jean was about to respond when a thunderous boom shattered the moment. The sound was unmistakable—a roar that vibrated through the air, hotter than the furnace of a cannon. I turned slowly, my heart sinking as I saw the looming form of the Colossal Titan emerging from the smoke. It was the very sight I had vowed to confront with unwavering courage.

Instinct took over. I drew my blades and launched myself into the fray. The familiar hiss of the 3DMG filled my ears as I spotted Eren hurtling toward the titan with a determined glint in his eye. Our paths converged in a high-stakes dance with death. I aimed for the titan's neck, the very place where hope and despair intertwined.

Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed the titan's massive hand swinging towards Eren. But instead of attacking him, the hand crashed down on the cannons we had just cleaned.

"Really? I just cleaned those!" I shouted in frustration. My blades were poised to strike, but the titan vanished before I could land a hit, leaving a gaping hole in the wall. I watched as the colossal figure drifted away, its departure as abrupt as its arrival.

I landed swiftly on the wall beside Eren, who had already assumed his position. My heart pounded as I took a deep breath, steeling myself.

"The Titans are coming! Prepare for battle!" I bellowed, my voice cutting through the din with the urgency of a battle horn. My shout carried across the fortifications, reaching every ear within range.

The energy shifted instantly from mundane chores to the grim preparation for combat. Soldiers scrambled into action, the sense of urgency fueling their movements. The moment of levity was gone, replaced by the grim reality of what lay ahead.

As I stood atop the wall, the magnitude of the threat was starkly clear. The Colossal Titan's appearance was a grim reminder of the endless war we faced. We were on the precipice of another battle, and the only choice we had was to face it with the resolve we had forged in the crucible of our training.