My late hero Eren x reader ( completed )

A World Consumed

Armin's POV

"Eren! Y/N!" My voice shattered into the cacophony of destruction, a desperate plea lost amid the storm of chaos. I stood frozen, my eyes locked on the grotesque scene before me. Mina, and the others—gone, devoured by the titans. Why was I paralyzed, trembling while my friends were consumed?

The bearded titan's monstrous hand, a grotesque parody of human strength, closed around me. I felt the pressure of its grip as it lifted me effortlessly by my uniform, lowering me toward its gaping maw. My mind spun wildly, panic constricting my thoughts. Then—

Swoosh

Connie's sudden intervention was a blur of movement. He grabbed me, his arms a brief sanctuary from the titan's ravenous reach, and propelled us to the top of the HQ building. "Armin, are you alright? Are you hurt?" His voice cut through the fog of my confusion, but I could only stare blankly, my vision blurred and my senses numb. Connie shook me, desperation evident in his eyes. "Pull yourself together! What happened to your squad?"

"Squad?" The word felt foreign, like an echo from another world. The weight of our loss hit me with crushing force. I broke down, a raw scream of anguish escaping my lips. "Useless dolt! Just die, you fucking shithead!" My hands pressed against my head as I sank to my knees, my gaze fixed downward. "Get it together. Where is everyone?" Connie's voice was urgent, but Yumir's gaze was icy, her patience wearing thin.

"That's enough. They're gone. We don't have time to waste on him," Yumir's voice was final, her tone cutting through the chaos with a chilling clarity.

"Shut up! He hasn't said anything yet!" Connie's frustration flared. "Armin, can you stand, or should you just stay here?"

I looked up at Connie, the enormity of our loss crashing over me like a tidal wave. Eren and I had dreamt of exploring the world beyond the walls, of seeing the ocean together. Now, the only thing I felt was a profound sense of helplessness. "It's fine. I'll go to the rear," I whispered, my voice barely audible as I sped off, blood spattering in my wake.

This isn't hell, I realized. No, I had simply misunderstood the nature of our world. It has always been... hell. A place where the strong devour the weak. My friends fought valiantly in this merciless world, extending their hands to me, a weakling. I wanted to be strong, to stand as their equal. But now, all I felt was a deep, searing inadequacy.

Lost in my despair, my grappling hook missed its mark, the line snapping uselessly against the wall. My heart sank as I struggled to maintain my footing. Because of me, Eren and Y/N are...

I was jolted back to reality by the sight of Hanna desperately performing CPR on Franz. Her efforts were futile, the corpse already cold. "Hanna, what are you doing?" I asked, my voice tight with panic.

"Armin, help me! Franz isn't breathing. I've been giving him CPR over and over again, but Franz is..." Hanna's voice cracked, her eyes wide with desperation as she fought against the grim finality of death.

"Hanna, this place is too dangerous. We need to move," I urged, my own voice breaking with the strain of the situation. I reached out, trying to offer some semblance of order amid the chaos.

"We can't just leave Franz here!" Hanna's voice was a heart-wrenching plea, her hands still working on the lifeless body.

"But Hanna, Franz is gone. Please, stop. It's pointless," I said, tears streaming down my face. The harsh truth was inescapable—this world is merciless, where the weak are devoured by the strong.

Rejoining the remaining cadets, I sank to the ground, lost in thoughts of Y/N and Eren. My thoughts were a turbulent storm of grief and regret when Mikasa's voice cut through my haze. "Armin!"

I couldn't bear to meet her eyes. How could I face her? I felt I didn't deserve to be alive if it meant enduring this anguish. I should have died with them...

"Armin, are you okay?" Mikasa's voice was persistent, but I kept my head bowed, tears flowing freely. Her next question was the one I dreaded most. "Where are Eren and Y/N?"

I lifted my gaze, my eyes clouded with sorrow. Mikasa's face reflected my own horror as she saw the tears streaming down my cheeks. "Our 34th unit—Thomas Wager, Nic Tius, Mylius Zuramuski, Mina Carolina, Y/N, and Eren Yeager—they all fulfilled their duties and died heroically in battle," I choked out, my voice breaking with each name.

"I'm sorry. They died because of me. I couldn't do anything," I said, my head hanging low, consumed by the weight of my guilt.

Mikasa's face, normally a canvas of steely determination, now bore a chilling mask of stoic resolve. Her eyes, void of warmth, regarded Armin with an unyielding gaze."Armin, now isn't the time for emotion. Take a deep breath."

Her voice cut through the chaos like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. "We need to replenish our gas and scale the wall. Do you understand?" The authority in her tone was absolute, a stark departure from her usual demeanor. Around her, the cadets were paralyzed, their faces masks of terror and resignation, as if they had already resigned to their fates.

Marco's voice, trembling with apprehension, pierced the heavy silence. "Even with your strength, there are too many Titans."

Mikasa's eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing her features before pointing her sword into the sky. "I am strong. Stronger than all of you. I can face these Titans alone if necessary. You are either inept or spineless." Her words were a stark declaration, her conviction blazing through her words.

She continued, her tone a steely command, "None of you come close - You hear me? I am a warrior—know this. I have the power to clear our path, even if I must do it alone. As far as I'm concerned, I am surrounded by nothing but unskilled, cowardly worms. You disappoint me. You can sit here and twiddle your thumbs while I show you how it's done."

Jean, eyes wide with disbelief, shook his head in protest. "Mikasa, are you out of your mind? You can't possibly take them all on by yourself. It's insane."

"If I can't defeat them, then I die," Mikasa replied, her voice cold and resolute. "But if I win, I live. And the only path to victory is to fight." Her determination was as palpable as the cold wind slicing through the chaos.

With that, Mikasa's 3DMG gear whirred to life, propelling her toward the next wall with flawless precision. The others, rallying behind her, moved with a renewed sense of purpose.

" Hey! Wait!" I cried out following Mikasa. I looked back to see the rest of our comrades joining us.

Every inch we advanced toward the Titans was a stark reminder of the comrades we had lost and the unyielding resolve required to continue our fight.

As we ascended, the burden of our grief weighed heavily upon us, yet Mikasa's fierce determination ignited a glimmer of hope within each of us. The battle was far from finished, but united by our shared resolve, we pressed on with the resolve to honor those we had lost through our relentless struggle.