#tior

Blend ; Thor, Valkyrie, Tiy

Trigger Warning(s) ; None!

{ Yelo! I have a fic that I've been thinking about, and I decided to dedicate it to my favorite writer! Go check her out, she's absputley wonderful! :) @thorsthot }

As the sun shined on the delicate on the mass ray of golden blossoms on the ground. The day seemed to perfect for the lounging the trio seemed to do on this day.

Laughs were shared like a sickness, as the amazing memories filled the void of closeness the three shared with each other. Thor shared funny memories of him, as Val shared funny memories of her time on Asgard, and Tiy shared her own funny memories. It seemed to be all swell.

The smell of the flowers grew as the colors of the sun danced around the eyes of the three. They got caught up into their own moments, that the time had flew by way too quickly. Being an avenger Thor knew it would be bad if he stayed somewhere other than the tower, but being next to his favorite girls in the world made him want to stay right there.

Val got up slowly, looks to her side as she saw thor snuggled up to the left with her beloved girlfriend. She swifted her hand through the brightly colored petals and had an amazing idea. She began to pull some flowers of the their stems, and pressed them together. Using the skills she learned in Sakaar. Making three exact same beautiful pairs of golden, sewed, flowercrowns, she turned once more to her partners and smiled sweetly.

" Hey Tiy? Thor? " She spoke softly, seeing the glistening sunshine off her lovers eyes, she grinned widely. Placing one of the flowercrowns on Tiy's head, and placing the other one on Thor's head. Smiling both of them, dragged Val into their huddle of hugs.

The three sat together, arms wrapped together as kisses were tossed around. The sunset was just as gorgeous as their relationship. They all wondered what they did to deserve each other. But, the truth wasn't a question at all.

❝ Some people are just meant to be with each other. ❞

La 5ème compagnie forme un moniteur TIOR

Pour la première fois depuis la création de la 5ème compagnie, un personnel a suivi avec succès la formation au monitorat T.I.OR (techniques d’interventions opérationnelles rapprochées). Dispensant un ensemble de savoir-faire pour réagir en cas d’agression sur le territoire français via des techniques de self-défense pieds-poings, d’emploi du bâtonde…

(Note: There are two different AU’s involved [Thomas Lives AU and TIOR AU], so I split the two AU’s with dashes. This is a fanfic for my dear @noirepyh, who I promised I’d make this. I’m not quite sure if this story is fluid, but I hope its message comes out!)

-Thomas Lives AU- Upon the solstice of winter, the sun could not touch the earth with its warming rays of sunshine as much as usual, as winter attempted to forbid it. The air, because of the lack of warmth, felt like a gaseous version of ice to Jeremy as he stepped quickly towards the door. Even with his heavy coat, the air sneaked through torn threads of the clothing and painted Jeremy’s arms slightly red. The man stiffened slightly as he pressed one of his fingers onto the doorbell. A bell sound could be heard from inside the home, and soon after, a series of barking noises tried to answer the sound. It was not multiple voices creating the sound: Jeremy knew it was only one. To be specific, the dog inside was a miniature Australian Sheppard. Eventually, there was another voice, but it was that of an aging woman commenting about the dog being silly for barking so much. Thanks to where Jeremy worked, it was instinct to pick up on unique noises, such as approaching footsteps. The knob of the door twisted right in front of him, and then door opened in front of him as the lady spoke, “Well, I shouldn’t let you freeze out here, Fitzgerald. Come on in”. Jeremy entered the home, and after the madam insisted that she hung up his coat while he stayed in the home, he was guided into a pale-coloured room by the lady. “I’ll make some tea and bring it to the both of you.” She then spoke before leaving Jeremy in the room. Of course, he wasn’t alone. He had mainly come here to visit someone that was not the lady. “Thomas,” Jeremy quietly said to a man with black hair that was lying in bed, “how are you feeling today?” “Um, I guess slightly better than yesterday. The pain’s beginning to finally die down for good.” Thomas answered honestly. “I think I should be back at work in the next couple of days.” Jeremy smiled a fraction at the reply, but the idea of Thomas trying to return back to the cursed party pizzeria made him concerned. Vincent was surely mad that Thomas had survived the attack he tried to murder the Head of Security, and Mangle wouldn’t appreciate Jeremy for letting him come back. Considering what all had been done to Thomas leading up to when he got violently scratched by the pink and white fox, Jeremy was surprised but thankful Thomas was still alive. “That’s good to hear!” was what Jeremy ended up saying, only because Jeremy wasn’t quite in the mood to debate about Thomas walking back into the mess. He could barely keep up with work and college for the first week after he had to help Thomas get to the hospital… If this were to happen again, Jeremy couldn’t predict how he would react to it. He didn’t want to think about what would have happened if Thomas hadn’t been saved, but Thomas accidentally made him consider it. “Hey, Jer, I guess I got lucky, considering I’m alive. What would you think would have happened if I had, um, not been as unfortunate?” Jeremy’s eyes widened slightly as he began to think about how it would have all gone down. There were some things he knew would have happened, like how he would have naturally been the one to find Thomas dead. However, there were a vast number of paths that could have happened. He felt as if all that he tried to stay at the place for would have fallen in vain, but maybe there might have been some hope. Maybe the police around there would have finally gotten their shit together and arrest Vincent on the multiple accounts of murder, and that time, let him rot in jail like he deserved. I can’t take Thomas’s life for granted. If he had died, I don’t think I’d be the same man. The first guy to confess his feelings towards me, just to die the next morning… “My life would have torn itself apart.” Jeremy quietly answered.

-TIOR-