#v. breaking chains

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Detective KIllian lives on sanctuary street in the southwark district of London in a one bedroom flat that’s a third floor walkup. The pictures above are crazy because it’s always how I’ve written the layout for the past 4 years of this verse and I finally found it. His rent is about £1,600 pcm.

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Detective KIllian does not take interest in a lot of television but if EastEnders comes on and he happens to catch it - he’ll sit down and watch. It was always one of the few times his mother relaxed and did something for herself and despite the fact he thinks it’s absolutely bloody ridiculous, he’ll still find himself paying attention. And he’ll end up with a grin too.

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as a plainclothes detective, killian belongs to the CID (or, criminal investigation department) branch of scotland yard. he is currently 32 years old. He lost his hand at the age of 30, only eight months into his current rank due to a mistake on his part (which i think i’ve covered in other headcanons. I’ll have to check) - as such, he’s spent the time since going above and beyond in order to prove that not only has he learned from his mistakes, but that the loss of his hand is not a detriment to his ability to do the job.

he joined scotland yard when he was 20 years old. he spent a lot of time at the lower part of the hierarchy but at the age of 23 he expressed interest in joining the CID. His training program took about two years, and he was initiated into the force as a detective constable at the age of 25. From there he was raised to Detective sergeant at 28 and worked his ass off to achieve his current rank.

he makes about £57,162  which is equivalent to $79,000. so he’s not doing too bad. 

He lost his hand in december, eight months into the position and 9 months after his 30th birthday. Taking into account the 9 months it took to recover (injury, prosthetic, counseling, physical therapy, passing the health checks set down by scotland yard. re learning his dominant hand..), he did not resume his work until the following september when he was 31. By the time he turns 32, Killian has only been an active detective inspector for 14 months. he kicks ass at it. don’t let the numbers fool you.

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when he woke up from his surgery he told his family that he was going to make his life better with one hand than he ever could have done with two. He didn’t remember this but he was told of it later - he decided if he could say that in his most vulnerable moment, waking up to a life that was going to be completely different .. then it was something he was going to hold himself accountable for later.

He was in the hospital for roughly one week. Enough time to ensure no infection was setting in and also enough time to talk with a counselor in charge of determining if he was fit to go home due to the experienced trauma (hello. his hand was shot off.) and also talking with one or two officials from scotland yard who walked him through the process of what would happen next as far as his options for returning to work etc.

He was living with his long term girlfriend at the time and she expressed her wishes that things not be ‘different’. Killian agreed with this, not seeing it for what it truly was, and set about immediately trying to return things to as ‘normal’ a situation as possible. They went out for breakfast two days after he was released, they went to the movies with a few friends...this led to two things. 1) killian unintentionally was ignoring what had happened. it would eventually catch up to him in a big way 2) his girlfriend was able to erase all idea of the event from her mind. she didn’t want to deal with it, didn’t want to acknowledge it. didn’t want to give any credence to the thought that killian and their relationship was now going to be changed, like it or not. (she’s a cunt but i’ll rant more about her some other time).

Eventually the loss of his hand did catch up with him and the Irishman became withdrawn and angry. His guilt and regret that surrounded the loss of Milah’s life ate away at his relationship. He battled with the idea of being ‘less than’  - if he got someone killed with two hands what in the hell was he going to do with only one? - a feeling that was only emphasized by his partner’s growing irritation. These emotions, mixed with the constant battling of pain due to healing as his doctor’s experimented with different cocktails of meds, spiraled him into a deep depression. 

He eventually broke off his relationship (good riddance, i say.) and moved in with his brother, sister in law and their three children. He stayed with them for approximately 10 months, allowing their support and regular counselor visits to sort of be stepping stones into his new life. So at that point, he’s about one year post amputation. Killian expresses a wish to return to work and assume his position and through crowdsourcing via different sources (family, friends, co workers) he’s able to get his prosthetic. The prosthetic allows him to use his left hand almost completely normally, though he obviously has to be aware of force etc since he can’t actually feel what the robotic fingers are touching/gripping.

He moves into his own flat a month after resuming his position as a detective inspector. It’s a bit of a change after living with Liam and Katie and the silence is something that takes a bit of getting used to. Late night television is his go to when it comes to filling the flat with noise and since he gave up drinking after seeing what it did to his father, killian turns to following along with certain cooking shows - practicing the recipes and methods and becoming quite good at it. All in all, with diligent work and the strength of his support system, the Irishman easily returns to ‘normal’ life. He’s a big advocate of therapy and goes once a week, sometimes more frequently if he feels he needs to. The loss of his hand does not define him and though he is wary of it in work related situations (hence the glove to hide the prosthetic from being obvious) and some romantic ones - he is an eager teller of one handed jokes and pranks built around his injury.

He’s just really fucking sweet and cute, okay. 10/10 would recommend detective inspector killian as a friend.

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Killian carries an issued Glock 26. As a plainclothes detective, he is considered an authorized firearms officer of the met and therefore gets a gun.

The Glock 26 is a pistol. More specifically a sub compact semi-automatic one that is designed *specifically* for concealed carry use.

He does not like his gun in the sense it is not his ‘go to’. Obviously when clearing locations, etc - he’s gonna have it out. However, this does not mean he will use it. He has other methods (hello... ever been knocked out with a robotic hand when you weren’t expecting it?) - and evening when *is* forced to discharge his weapon, it is carefully calculated. He will never shoot to kill unless in a hostage situation etc and even then he is gonna try his damn best to get everyone out of there alive. Including the criminal.

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in his detective verse, killian eats ‘clean’. Not a huge fan of red meat, though he’ll eat it during fancy meals out. He prefers fish, though chicken is okay too. Loves to experiment with cooking - a thing that came from watching cooking shows at 3am in his otherwise silent flat when he couldn’t sleep. He will pick random things he’s never heard of/tried before from the grocer’s - though such choices lean more towards fancy cheeses and fruits. Does a lot with tofu. Huge fan of lettuce wraps. Huge. Not a fan of spicy food, though he gets a bit more adventurous when Guy comes around. Does not like ‘heavy’ meals. Hates them. On occasion, they’re okay - but he never wants to feel overwhelmingly full. He just wants to know ‘hey, im not hungry anymore’.

He loves sushi. He will kill you for sushi. 

He doesn’t often get takeout while working, he’ll bring stuff from home (if he brings anything to eat at all). That said - there’s candy hidden in the glovebox of his car. It would be a major surprise to anyone who knew him but there is at least a package of Drumstick Squashies, Refreshers and Rowntree’s Fruit Pastilles. though the occasional package of Jelly Babies or Wine gums will make it in there.  It’s not that he doesn’t like chocolate bars, but he would cry if they melted and somehow got a mess onto his car.

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It’s not exactly hard to get the other man to laugh at his ridiculous attempts at a joke, aye .. but every flash of Guy’s smile is like water for a parched throat - something he never tires of - so as they leave the crowded pub, half hearted attempts at garbled French phrases slip through rough lips, and the detective’s chest swells with each snort of amusement he garners. 

The murmuring of the clientele behind them fades as they make their way across the lot and Killian hardly pays attention to their destination, allowing his strides to match the other man’s, still solely focused on the task of keeping a grin present on his fiancé’s face.  A single lamp flickers, momentarily casting shadows across otherwise well known features, and a glint of blue in the moonlight has the Irishman coming to a sudden halt, fingers catching the taller man’s own with every intention of allowing rum flavored lips to chase the shadows that still linger at the edge of his jaw. One brow quirks upwards at Guy’s questioning look, tongue pressing to the inside of one cheek as Killian does his best to search for words or a turn of phrase - something coy preferably - but before the huff of breath between them can turn to more, a shout rings through the darkness and Killian turns, lips curved in a frown of confusion.

“Oi ! Detective !”

There are many ways detective inspector Killian Jones imagined this night ending, but staring down the barrel of a gun that’s wielded with an expression of hate was not one of them. “Listen, mate - “ The words are low, gloved fingers reaching out in a gesture akin to one of peace and the Irishman instinctively shifts his weight and steps aside in a bit to garner every bit of the other’s attention. Go, Guy. The words rest on the tip of his tongue but the detective is too much a coward to utter such a thing, too afraid to point out just what a treasure he is. If the gunman is out to end his life ... aye... but Killian will be damned before retribution for his own transgressions leaves a mark on the man he loves beyond all others.

The stranger’s hands shake, gun wavering in the air, and the Irishman feels his breath catch in the back of his throat. Death has never scared him - whatever waits there holds no fear - but the thought of being trapped in an existence without his other half sets the detective’s teeth on edge.. he refuses to even bloody think of it. The gun is steadier now, its wielder speaking .. and he furrows his brow in a frown, struggling to understand the words behind the rush of blood that fills his ears. The man is confessing, accusing - and its with an expression of dismay that Killian watches the barrel of his weapon travel up the length of him, ending with a steady aim at the Irishman’s head.

“Please.” He swallows.. once.. and blue eyes focus on the glint of a ringed thumb that rests against the trigger. So many plans they’ve made  ... and all it takes is one small press to rip them away forever. The plea when it comes is gruff, tone once laced with confidence now drowned in fear ... and the Irishman speaks what he’s sure is a futile wish, hoping that Guy knows his heart, whatever may come of it,  will always lie at the other man’s feet. “ .. Don’t.”

@twistedwit gave me drama ideas and i picked the less dramatic of the two. for now.

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i really need to organize the rest of my thoughts and/or focus on other verses but when guy confesses his past to killian, it goes a bit like this:

guy: i used to be in prison killian: i used to have two hands. but, aye - i do have one question. guy: ... yeah? killian: what do you want for lunch? i’m bloody starving.

he doesn’t bat an eye. he fully believes that people deserve to pay the price for bad decisions, but once the price has been paid, you have a clean slate for a new chance. He believes the best in people until he’s given a reason not to. Guy encourages him to look further into his crimes, to investigate to make sure he’s telling the truth and killian would refuse. he would, however, ask for guy to supply him with names of people that might be potentially dangerous to the other man’s safety. he checks up on them, only to see where they are at and to keep an eye out for any possible future issues.