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Canon: Christian Grey

NAME: CHRISTIAN TRAVELYAN GREY AGE: 28 FANDOM: FIFTY SHADES BOOK SERIES SPECIES: HUMAN PREVIOUSLY: N/A BLOG LETTER: C, FOR CHRISTIAN.

Entirely canon to the books, not the movies, Christian Grey is a troubled, traumatised, abused man who has taken onto the self-thought pleasures of S&M to fight against the horrors of his past. He is a self-loathing man who hides it well through success, money, lack of emotion,   &  violent sex, until he meets Anastasia Steele, a highly self-degrading innocent   &   NAIVE girl who brings light into his life,   &   a healthier call/reason for the S&M, which he continues to enjoy, now,  o n l y  with her.

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        “ What can I say, Anastasia? ”   The man wondered, as ever lost in the sea of the other’s eyes, even as those steps shortened the electricity between the two, upon his approach; equally as always: lost, disarmed by the woman before him. What have you done to me?   “ With you, I do believe I have nearly lost all EXPECTATION for obedience, but a man can hope. ”   Hell, he  n e e d s  to hope; because the loss of control  ( what her obedience would bring )  is something he cannot cope with; not easily, anyway  ( if at all ).  Then again, the bright blue eyed innocence before him had already come to become the only person in the entirety of the world  ( he would know, he had too many a business in many places around the world, after all )  that made the loss of control not seem so... lethal.   “ Yet another first, Miss Steele. ”   Hope, he meant, of course; because not ever; not as the adult he was, not as a teen, and most CERTAINLY not as that detestable little broken kid he had once upon a time been; had he allowed himself to hope. What. Have you done. To me?   He repeated in his head; for the millionth time,  a p p a l l e d  with himself. 

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        He enjoyed it entirely too much; not waking up alone, no, regardless of how usual such an occurrence had been before the little brunette reality of Anastasia Steele had fallen into his life  ( quite literally );  but waking up from a DREAMLESS sleep,   &   better yet, to the smell of something  c o o k i n g.  Granted, it wasn’t as if he didn’t smell food cooking in his place in a recurring manner, but it was as if his senses heightened when he was around the charming innocence of the girl he’d begun falling for  ( regardless of how absolutely terrifying the notion was );  plus, Mrs. Jones usually cooked when he’d been awake for hours already.  Then again, it all turned into a cycle, for she probably cooked at an hour MUCH like the one at that moment, but, before Ana, four to five hours of sleep were a miracle to achieve for the man;   &   who in their right mind would make  b r e a k f a s t  at four in the morning, right?  Definitely not his housekeeper. 

        But that day, waking up on his own bed, entirely naked, with the sun shining brightly upon its nine am pedestal, with the scent of something wonderful cooking from downstairs... well, let’s merely say that there definitely was a smile upon his lips when he gained consciousness.  It had been the VERY reason why he half-dressed as quickly   &   as quietly as he could master, walked downstairs,   &   marvelled at the beatific sight of his Ana  m o v i n g  upon the kitchen like a ballerina at her studio,   &   smiled.  Oh, how this faithless man prayed quietly that the happiness she brought with her wouldn’t leave ever again.   “ I’d rather say so, Ms. Steele. ”   He said, finding his lips lifting in that now familiar smile,   &   leaning against the island’s counter. 

        “ How could I NOT be with the scent of... what is it? ”   He wondered, head tilting in search of the source of the smell, eyes narrowing,   &   the entirely too playful note of  d a l l y i n g  clear from his lips upon realising the delicacy being made.   “ Ah, pancakes, ”  ─he looked at her again, his tone still playful,   &   the smile  ( as always, whenever she was around )  everpresent─  “ going all the way up to my room. ”   Upon such a conclusion, his body moved, as perfectly as it usually did, to take a seat upon the nearest stool at his right.   “ Need any help? ”   A rhetorical question, really; he couldn’t cook to save his life; but, hey, if she said yes... well, he’d try his best without  b u r n i n g  down the apartment.

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Adding - Canon: Christian Grey

NAME: CHRISTIAN TRAVELYAN GREY AGE: 28 FANDOM: FIFTY SHADES OF GREY  ( BOOKS )  SPECIES: HUMAN PREVIOUSLY: N/A BLOG LETTER: C, FOR CHRISTIAN.

Entirely canon to the books, not the movies, Christian Grey is a troubled, traumatised, abused man who has taken onto the self-thought pleasures of S&M to fight against the horrors of his past. He is a self-loathing man who hides it well through success, money, lack of emotion,   &   violent sex, until he meets Anastasia Steele, a highly self-degrading innocent   &   NAIVE girl who brings light into his life,   &   a healthier call/reason for the S&M, which he continues to enjoy, now,  o n l y  with her. 

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