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I Need a Hero - Part 6

Jearmin Week Day 7 Free Day Gods and Cursed Blowjobs

Summary: A fallen goddess returns to the world and its up to Jean and Armin’s group of friends to stop her. In the process they learn that Ymir and Marco have been hiding a few big secrets as well as the source of their new powers.

Day 1 Day 5 End

“Congrats Marco, you condemned the world to hell just to get laid. I hope it was worth it,” Ymir glared at the druid, taking a large bite of the ham before her.

Marco’s face darkened while he quietly chewed on a salad. He swallowed and answered, “Yeah, it was.”

Eren hid his crimson face in his hands, exhaling a small puff of smoke.

Mikasa nibbled on her bread while patting Eren’s back.

“I can’t believe someone out-stupided Armin,” Ymir scoffed. She paused to think about it and laughed loudly. “At least that can still make me laugh.”

The mention of the story caused Armin to almost choke on some food. Connie, Sasha, Eren, Marco, and Mikasa all glanced at the shy wizard who saved them.

“Huh?” Connie asked the question on everyone’s mind.

“It’s nothing,” Jean stated harshly, killing the subject before it could evolve. “He saved my life just like he saved yours. We should really be thanking him.”

Connie and Sasha exchanged suspicious looks but didn’t say a word.

“About that. So we saved him and he saved us? I don’t like being duped but I guess we’re even,” Connie changed topics.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure you’re all handsomely rewarded for your troubles during Armin’s rescue,” Historia walked out of the kitchen with another set of plates. “Once Ymir and Marco are back to strength we can go home.”

Armin’s eyes fell at the mention of Eldia. He almost bucked when he felt a pair of hands squeeze his. The familiar touch soothed his nerves.

“Yeah, sorry about dozing off for a few weeks,” Marco apologized, polishing off his salad. “I feel much better.

“You’re sorry?” Ymir narrowed her eyes at Marco. He sheepishly looked at his clean plate. “I saved your ass. I teleported Trost back to this realm. What’s your excuse? You fucked Jaeger. Repeatedly.”

Eren groaned. “I said I was sorry!”

“You were under mind control, it’s okay,” Marco gingerly pat Eren on the back.

To Jean’s surprise, Eren leaned into the touch.

Just then, Mrs. Kirschtein returned with several bags of fruits and vegetables.

“My, my, you’re a hungry lot,” The older woman smiled at the group in her house. “I’m glad to see everyone is awake.”

“Thank you for the food, miss,” Marco bowed his head.

“Yeah, it’s very delicious!” Ymir agreed.

Jean’s mother set the fruits and vegetables down on the counter, walking over to the table. She wiped her hands on her apron as she looked over the group.

“I’ve met the others but I don’t think I know your names?” Mrs. Kirschtein questioned Marco and Ymir. “You slept for quite a while.”

“I’m Marco, a druid from the north,” Marco smiled, exuding warmth.

“And I’m Ymir, resident heroine and Eldia’s best knight,” Ymir grinned cockily.

“Like the goddess? Your parents must’ve been very devout,” Mrs. Kirschtein commented, returning to the vegetables.

“They were something like that,” Ymir chuckled along with Marco, both exchanging a knowing look.

Before the group could get into further discussion, the clanging of bells across town echoed into the house. Everyone stopped their eating and stared at Jean.

“Shit, we need to go. Now,” Jean gestured to the door. The others nodded and followed him out into the city. “Thanks mom!”

“Anytime, Jeanbo!”

Jean groaned as his friends cracked goofy smiles, none daring to laugh out loud. “Moooooom! I’m all grown up. Just call me Jean…”

His mother shook her head. “You’ll always be Jeanbo to me.”

Swatting his hand in the air, Jean exited his house and made his way for the plaza. He heard his friends trying- but failing- to hold in their laughter. Once they got far enough away from the house, the group started cackling at Jean’s expense.

“Jeanbo?” Eren spoke, wiping a tear away from his eye.

“Don’t you fucking start, Jaeger,” Jean pointed a finger at him. “Or do I need to remind whose ass is responsible for this?”

Everyone stared at the evening sky, their jovial mood fading. Among the stars and moon of the night sky, crimson bled around the horizon and gave the night an eerie atmosphere. Dusk had long since passed.

“Low blow,” Eren frowned.

“Just like Armin,” Ymir broke out into another round of laughter.

Armin’s face tinted pink, earning confused looks from Eren and Mikasa.

“Seriously, what happened?”

“N-nothing,” Armin pressed his lips together.

Marco studied Armin for a moment and then observed Jean. His eyes met Jean’s for a moment but he didn’t speak.

Torches lit the plaza as citizens gathered around the raised platform usually reserved for the town crier. Standing atop the platform were two guards in white platemail along with the mayor of the city. When Jean and his friends approached the platform, Jean recognized one of the guards as Erwin from Eldia.

“Citizens, we have dire news,” the mayor began. “I’ll let these fine soldiers explain.”

“Thank you, sir,” Erwin nodded. Clearing his throat, he faced he crowd. “I must keep this brief. As many of you know the kingdom of Marley is the remnants of the empire of the fallen goddess Maria. Their one and only goal for the last thousand years has been her resurrection in hopes of returning to their former glory. Unfortunately that goal has been achieved. Either through sorcery or back magic they’ve revived her.”

A swift elbow into Marco’s side caused him to grunt. He turned to see Ymir glaring at him.

“Her army now marches for Eldia, the former home of her sister Ymir. She plans to destroy our city as revenge for Ymir. I come seeking aid for the oncoming battle.”

Loud murmuring arose from the crowd, the civilians debating amongst themselves.

“Now I know Trost is still licking its wounds from their last battle with Marley, but everyone here knows the fate that awaits those who Maria attacks. The fallen goddess won’t stop until she’s plunged the entire world into darkness and decay. We must stop her now! Who’s with me?”

“We are!” Eren shouted, causing everyone around them to face them.

Erwin quirked an eyebrow but smiled as he recognized the group.

“Eren, Mikasa, Ymir, and… Princess Historia? We’ve been looking for you for weeks,” Erwin chuckled. The news of the Eldian princess earned a few gasps.

“Ymir has been protecting me,” Historia shrugged, causing her girlfriend to flex an arm.

“Clearly. I also see you made some new friends,” Erwin glanced between Jean and his friends. His eyes fell on Armin, who he spotted shrinking behind Jean. “You even have Armin the White among you. Glad to see you’re in good health.”

Armin nodded but didn’t reply. Eren and Mikasa faced Eren, shock written in their expressions.

“You earned a title? And the White?” Eren muttered. “How and why didn’t you tell us?”

“He sucked-” Ymir began before Historia covered her mouth, much to Armin’s relief.

“He forsook land and country to save a life,” Erwin stated. “We’d be honored if you joined us in the battle.”

“Honored?” Armin replied, shocked by the proposition. “But…”

“Banished or not, we’re in no position to turn down willing allies. Especially dragonslayers,” Erwin pointed to the skeleton from their previous fight laying in plaza. “At least I suspect that was you and Jean.”

Armin nodded, feeling lightheaded at the offer to at least fight for Eldia. Perhaps it was a chance to redeem himself.

“I’ll do it!” Armin shouted, saluting Erwin.

The crowd roared at others mimicked Armin’s gesture.

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“You’re banished?” Eren asked again as the group gathered their belongings.

“Yes,” Armin muttered, his face a mixture of disappointment and embarrassment. “I didn’t want to worry you guys about it.”

“Its okay,” Mikasa spoke, embracing Armin. “We’ll go with you wherever you go. And you can tell us whenever you’re ready.”

Ymir snorted but a glare from Jean silenced her.

Marco stepped forward, grabbing Jean’s arm and pulling his sleeve down. He studied at the markings on Jean’s arm. Black runes wrapped around his arm while a shield with blue and white wings rested atop the wound from the dragon.

“Marco?” Jean mumbled, a bit concerned by Marco’s odd behavior.

The druid then walked over to Armin. “Please show me your tongue.”

Chewing on his lip for a moment before obliging, Armin stuck his tongue out for Marco.

Marco squinted at the seal, mumbling a few words. His eyes glowed a dull gold before widening. Turning back to Jean he stared at the seal. Bouncing between the two seals, Marco’s mouth fell.

“Are you okay?” Jean questioned.

“You… how… Ymir, he didn’t,” Marco looked to her for confirmation. She grinned widely.

“Now you’re catching on,” Ymir nodded. “Took ya long enough.”

A blush flashed across Marco’s cheeks. “But you know what this means, right?”

“Yup. We can actually kill her this time.”

“Kill who?” Jean gave Ymir a suspicious look, unsure about this conversation. “And how exactly do you two know each other?”

The two freckled people shook their heads.

“This dumbass is my brother,” Ymir admitted.

Jean glanced between the two. “Really? But he’s so much nicer than you…”

Ymir glared at Jean and shrugged.

“Ymir is nice,” Marco defended his sister. “She has everyone’s best interests at heart.”

“Yeah, underneath all her interests,” Jean rolled his eyes.

“Insult me one more time and I’ll tell everyone how your boyfriend earned his title,” Ymir threatened. “It’ll give a whole new meaning to Armin the White.”

“Ymir, stop,” Historia frowned, causing Ymir to scowl.

While Jean and Ymir continued to squint at each other, Armin approached Marco. He laid a shaky hand on his shoulder.

“You mentioned killing someone. Who?” Armin inquired, his blood going cold.

Marco glanced at Ymir, both nodding.

“When you saved Jean you unknowingly bound yourselves to Maria. Your powers are the direct result of hers,” Marco explained.

“What?!” Jean’s mouth fell.

“Technically, you’re her warriors,” Marco informed them, causing the rest of their friends to look at them nervously.

“But we can’t be. I mean, we just killed another of her dragons,” Jean balked at the thought.

“Yes but that’s the amazing part. You both still have your freewill. Unlike others that are bound by her beliefs and desires, you two can do as you please,” Marco explained while waving his hands around.

Armin bit his bottom lip, focusing his eyes on Jean’s seal. “You mean I undid her corruption? How?”

“Honestly I can only guess. There’s no necromantic energies in either of you two… just natural magics,” Marco stated as his eyes widened. “Wait. No.”

Ymir tilted her head for a moment. “Natural magics? The fuck does that mean?”

“Magic derived from plants and animals,” Marco answered, staring at his hands.

“But that’s your domain, not Maria’s,” Ymir frowned until a realization dawned on her. “No. Oh you’ve gotta be kidding me. They’re yours?”

Ymir rubbed her temples. “How? It’s her curse!”

“Yes, but we’re twins. Similar magics. It was always possible but I never thought we’d share servants,” Marco smiled, clapping his hands together. He started bouncing on his feet at the thought. “I have followers!”

Everyone besides the two freckled people exchanged confused glances.

“Can someone please explain what’s going on? You lost me when you mentioned Maria,” Connie crossed his arms.

Ymir sighed. “Short version: When Armin saved Jean by making those seals, he used Maria’s powers against itself. By doing that they got godly powers on accident. However they get their powers from two gods: Maria and her twin brother.”

Jean scrunched his face from confusion while Armin processed the thought.

“Maria has a twin brother?” Armin asked first.

Nodding, Ymir gestured to Marco. “Meet Maria’s completely forgettable and unassuming twin. Also your god. Congrats, you’re his first actual servants.”

“Hey!” Marco punched her shoulder. Rather than dwell on the insults, Marco stepped forward and hugged the two boys with seals. “I can’t believe I have followers!”

Everyone froze from shock as they processed that information.

“M-Marco is a god?” Jean managed to speak.

“Your god,” Ymir snickered.

“But if he’s your brother… then you’re also…” Jean paled at the thought.

“Yup!” Ymir cackled. “The one and only Ymir! Take it in mortals.”

Jean muttered a few curses while Armin continued to piece the information together in his head.

Historia stepped forward, falling to her knees. “My goddess.”

To Jean’s surprise, Ymir scowled at the sight. “Get up, Historia. I have no interest in people worshipping me just like my idiot brother. Besides, I’m the only one who gets to see you on your knees.”

The group fell silent, everyone’s face blushing red. Even Historia felt embarrassment and shame creep up her back.

“But, what does that have to do with killing anyone?” Armin wondered, circling back to the original topic.

Marco and Ymir smiled, letting out sighs of relief. Marco continued to explain, “Only one’s own power can kill a god or goddess. Servants use fractions of their god’s powers. This is why we’re not so gung-ho about making contracts with every little person. However, the more one shares power the more influence they wield and the stronger they become in turn. That’s why Maria imbued her power into a curse. She never expected anyone to be smart enough or talented enough to undo it though.”

“Which means what?” Connie interjected again.

Ymir grinned widely, “Meaning Jean and Armin can kill a goddess. Or Marco. Whichever they prefer.”

Marco’s face whitened at the thought. “Please don’t!”

“Never!” Jean vehemently shook his head at the thought.

Ymir laughed at her brother’s expense. As the others began to understand what was explained to them, they heard her comment. “This is so fucking hilarious.”

“How? The world is on the brink of ending,” Historia asked.

“Yes but if this works the legends will be so great,” Ymir relished the through, earning a suspicious stare from Jean. “To think, a cursed blowjob might save the world.”

“A cursed what?!” Eren shouted, causing Armin to turn as crimson as the sky.

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