#baileden propaganda

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Imagine this: a younger/kid PC finding out about the attic, maybe even a picture from when Bailey and Eden were still in school, and is now determined to find Eden, and try to bring the two together again

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Basically The Parent Bait, but there’s only one (1) annoying and stubborn kid (except anon has never seen the movie)

Bailey knew you were a menace as soon as you were dropped off on his doorstep. And he was right. You break out of the youth wing and wander around, you latch onto him as he passes by despite his best efforts to not be fatherly, and of course he caught you coming down the ladder from the loft.

Now you've followed him to his meeting with Eden, staring up at both of them with a big smile on your face as they feel a mutual relief that they kept their pants on.

"One of yours...?" Eden looks jumpy, ready to get gone. Its best that people don't know he exists, and if this kid is some sort of spy (a terrible one if they are), then it could mean trouble.

Bailey flicks some ash off the end of his cigarette. "You're meant to be at school, kid."

His glare doesn't change a thing, you're still there, swinging your arms back and forth as you rock on your feet, a giggle bubbling up from your chest.

"Is this your boyfriend from that old photo?"

Both of them freeze. There's an old photo? You used the word 'boyfriend', too, which doesn't help with how god damn fragile the line of friendship and lovers is between the two.

"We aren't boyfriends, what fucking photo, kid?"

Your little hand dives straight into your pocket, producing a faded picture with creases marking the material. "This one! From an old box in the loft. I don't know why you don't like me up there, it's just dusty."

There's so much innocence still in your eyes. So much lack of knowledge about the world leaving blank spaces in your head that you fill with dreams. You don't even seem to realise how the mention of the loft makes both men grow pale.

Bailey snatches the photo from you, briefly glancing at it to ensure its really them. Eden looks away from it. He'll have to burn it later.

"Wait here kid. Don't move - not an inch, do you understand? I need to talk about something you're too young for, so no listening in."

He grabs the fabric of Eden's coat, hauling him several feat away before speaking once more in hushed tones. "I'm worried about this one. They'll give me a stress heart attack when they're older, I just know it. Hope someone just adopts them so I won't have to put up with them."

No response from Eden as he looks at you over his shoulder, nodding his head when you wave at him.

Bailey continues. "They think I'm like. Their dad or something. It pisses me off, Eden, how can one kid be that dumb? I mean-"

"Or whoever raised them this far was just as much of a cold bastard as you and they think it's normal cause they don't know anything else."

Sometimes Eden says smart things. Sometimes. Bailey rarely likes it. "Yeah well they should learn better anyway."

Eden has something in his eyes when he looks back at you once more. A hint of pity and wistfulness.

"I want kids, I ever tell you that?" They're speaking quietly, but this one is whispered.

The hunter can't adopt. He doesn't have the paperwork, can't pass inspections. But you're an adventurous kid who runs off a lot.

"I can just report them missing. You'd be doing me a favour, and it's better than killing them because they know we used to be just like them."

A month passes before he's able to see Eden again. A month where it looks like the man hasn't slept and has claw marks on his face. He's smiling, though.

"The kid decided we needed a pet badger."

Fatherhood looks good on him.

"But also is asking when their other dad is coming for tea."

And you're still finding ways to make his life difficult.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #i give eden feral child

[yetiwang2000]

Bailey is a dom bottom???????

I asked Vrel somthing personal about Bailey & Eden....

#baileden propaganda #baileden

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write about bailey having sex with Eden

Mhmm, mhm. I gotcha.

Bailey's knuckles are white as they grip the grass below. Each adjustment only tears up more greenery from the forest floor, making it all useless as an anchor point. An anchor he desperately needs when his entire being is being rocked by Eden's persistence.

The behemoth of a man crowds him, his chest just inches away from Bailey's back, his large hand steadying the caretaker as it holds onto his shoulder. The other hand clamps down on his waist as the hunter's hips slam against the flesh of his ass.

It's almost hard to breathe, each thrust pressing deeper and forcing choked whimpers from Bailey's lips. He's too big, Bailey can't even arch his back more to escape the sensation, Eden's invading every damn centimetre his cock hits.

This is far from the first time the dark haired man has found himself drooling by the forest lake, his best friend treating his body like a mere toy to use as he pleases. It would be far from the last time that he'd be here, pre-cum dripping in a steady stream from the tip of his cock. He's ready to explode at any second, he just needs something to tip him over the edge.

Rough grunts by the shell of his ear do the trick. Eden's deep voice singing praises about how tight he his, about how close he's getting.

Shivers snap through Bailey's body, cum splattering onto the grass as his old friend paints his insides white in much of the same way.

There's going to be grass and mud stains on his expensive slacks when he gets up. Maybe some other stains, too. Thank god he doesn't have to explain himself to anyone. Thank god Eden knows to back up and give him his space to recover when they're done.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda

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Eden comes to Bailey to ask for a spouse, but it's just a ploy to try and make Bailey jealous. That's it. That's the idea. Any excuse for old man sex.

"I want to get married someday."

The declaration almost makes Bailey choke as he inhales on his cigarette. They'd just been sitting three, he and Eden, taking in the gentle laps of the waves against the shore of the lake. And his companion just had to ruin it with that.

"Why the fuck would you want that? It's shit that means you have to deal with the government, and IDs, and clergymen. You hate all that." He takes a proper drag this time.

Eden lays down, the long grass squishing beneath him. A tired sounding sigh leaves his lips. "Don't need all that. Just a ceremony of sorts. A vow exchange. Maybe rings, I don't know. A... a declaration, really."

The caretaker blinks, his eyes glued still to the water. He'd only come to drop off some bullets and head back to work. He should be heading back to work, instead here he is, indulging in his hunter once more.

"Still doesn't explain where you'll find someone to marry."

Silence is a normal part of their routine. They embrace it, find comfort in it. This one tense.

"You could sell me one."

Cigarettes are delicate and easily crushed. A fact Bailey has to remind himself of as his fingers begin to curl into a fist. "You don't have the money for it."

"I could make it."

"That means going into town."

"A short price to pay for a lifetime of happiness, aye?"

"I'll need them back at some point. I'll sell them to someone else, they'll never actually be yours-"

"You could be."

It's a lovely dream. To run away into the forest with Eden. To just give it all up. To... To try for peace.

"I can't be." Bailey tried to say it. To speak it with a steady voice. It only came out as a whisper.

A heavy weight settles on his shoulder. Eden's head, his chin resting there as his arms pull him back against his strong chest. "I know."

There's still just so much for him to do. Quinn still has to pay.

#spill your guts #fae friend #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #lmfao sike get angsted

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I hope it’s not too much to ask, but Can we get some Baileden fanfiction where it’s Bailey in Eden’s cage event? Pleeeeease imagining Bailey in a collar for his boyfriend is the only thing on my mind rn.

"You're a cunt." It's spat, harshly, from curled lips. With his fingers wrapped around the bars of the cage, Bailey glares at his best friend in a way he hasn't since the day he left for the very forest they're in right now.

The hunter stands looking down at him, eyes doing slow ups and downs of Bailey's naked body. "Didn't know you had your cock pierced. When did you get that done?"

Blankets line the floor, but Bailey can still feel the metal bars digging into his knees. "Fuck off and let me out right now I swear to god."

"Well I can either fuck off or let you out, so which one is it?"

"Eden." The black haired man hisses out, a warning it was meant to be. But stuck like this they both know it's a beg.

The hunter crouches, his expression blank. God, his clothes are a mess. There's patches everywhere apart from the leather boots he must put everything into maintaining. Such a contrast to the tailored and pressed suits Bailey wears. Wore.

"I gave you a choice, and you chose wrong. You're meant to be here with me, not out there doing all of that shit and nearly getting killed. You'll see things my way eventually." He reaches forward to tug on the collar around Bailey's neck with a finger.

It didn't feel heavy before. The damn thing feels like it weighs a tonne now.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #i love when Eden gets to show off how fucked up he is in this dynamic

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Given we have inspiration for this... That orphan, you know the one that Bailey let Eden adopt? They draw Eden pictures that he carries around and one accidently falls out of his pocket when he's meeting Bailey. It's a picture the kid drew of their dads. And the badger. Dadger? Picturing the kid drawing Eden as a badger now.

Fae is referring to the art by @yetiwang2000 as the inspiration.

Eden would take offense to that, his fursona is a bear despite what Bailey says. He's not a wolf, Bailey's the wolf- what do you mean Bailey thinks he's a snake? (This is from Vrel on the blogspot btw. He said BailEden think of each other as wolves but themselves as bears/snakes. So in this essay I will be exploring the use of wolf as an identifying factor between Eden and Bailey and how it signifies a familiarity and comfort between the two that goes beyond-).

BUT ANYWHOOO.

I do genuinely think Eden will cherish the art. He'll also be amused by it, wanting to pin it up somewhere to get a chuckle out of it every here and now that someone other than him is seeing Bailey in a good light.

But when Bailey sees it? The way his face twists into a grimace. The discomfort in his voice as he tells Eden to teach his brat who his parent is - singular - because Bailey isn't involved here. His cheeks do feel hot and his chest does reflect that warmth, though. As much as he denies it, it's nice to be wanted.

#spill your guts #fae friend #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #gn reader #baileden propaganda

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Eden wanting lots of kids makes me picture that he was rather popular with younger children at the orphanage if he ever lived there. Imagine our cold, broody hunter reading aloud to the orphanage kiddies after a long, hard day of working off his debt. 🥰

Sadly we know Eden was bullied a bit so I doubt it but it is really sweet, especially if I imagine him doing it to Bailey after a bad day. Maybe Bailey got into a fight, maybe he got hurt... another way.

But he falls asleep to the soothing voice of his best friend reading some old bullshit he found with the cover ripped off in the bin of the library. Even though Eden has bruises all over his face. Welts on his back. Fingers that might be broken, he refuses to say.

And the guy thinks he's weak. He can put up with far more than Bailey can.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #younger au

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Eden and bailey KISSING JUST FUCJIBG KISSING LET ME READ THEM KISSING JUST FUCKING GIVIBG SLOPPY OF A WET KISS LIKE SO WET THAT BAILEY CUMS

Eden shivers everytime Bailey nips at his lower lip. The hunter tries to hide it - tries his best to conceal exactly how desperate he is for touch and affection - but Bailey can see it plain as the day.

He has to be in charge. Eden has to control the pace of it, has to have his large, rough palm grasping Bailey's throat to pull him in or push him away. If it were anyone else, the caretaker may have rocked their jaw. But it isn't. It's him.

Him, with his scratchy beard he needs to take better care of. With his low grunts and deep rumbles most men would aim to hide. His warm breath tickling Bailey's cheek, making the caretaker wish that it could fuel his own lungs so that they would never have to break apart again.

There was a time when Bailey's heart would break to see an animalistic wildness in Eden's gaze. A time where it meant pain, when bad things had happened that neither of them could stop. Now it's a promise grass-stained clothes and body-breaking pleasure that neither of them can say no to.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda

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Bailey gets Eden a totally not Valentine's gift, pretty please.

"... I don't have a Walkman. Or anything similar."

"Just fucking take it, I'll find you one." Bailey sighs, shaking his head as he practically shoves the CD into Eden's hands. Johnny Cash. Seemed right for him.

A book or magazine would have been better - a new axe or knife best. New boots, new coat, new fucking wardrobe that isn't patched to all hell.

But the hunter would have expected all of those things. He'd given him that fishing magazine a few years back afterall, and Eden had only muttered a thanks and shoved it into his backpack. Bailey couldn't even be sure if he'd read it.

"I've never listened to him before."

"You've never listened to anyone before, it's a good start."

The backpack comes off the shoulder, the disk goes in. Eden looks at him with brows drawn and his lips pointed in a frown. "What date is it?"

A shrug, non-committal. "Don't know."

"You always know."

"Had no business this week, been cleaning up after the brats. The boredom makes you lose time."

Shit. That frown's turning up. There's a glint in those blue eyes. "It's the 14th, Bailey."

The caretaker's legs twitch, eager to run far away from the lakeside. But that would be admitting something.

"Oh. Argh that means the brats will be trying to sneak other brats into their rooms. I'll be getting absolutely no sleep tonight."

His damn eyes are twinkling now. "Right." He's smiling. "And thanks."

At least he can take a hint. Or just doesn't want to make it awkward. Bailey could pray to Virgo to ensure it stays that way.

#spill your guts #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #fae friend

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I love the whole Bailey pining over Eden unrequitedly storyline you've got going on, because normally I like my PC being sweet and kind. :3c But something about them realizing Bailey loves Eden and knowing Eden loves them and not Bailey is just so delicious. Like payback for all the horrible shit Bailey's put them through, just content with the knowledge that Bailey as the most powerful man in town can't get the one thing he really wants and the orphan shit he looks down upon is the one who has it. Delicious irony and pain.

For me what I love about it is getting in Bailey's repressed ass head and examining how someone as broken as him would experience and show love for someone.

Eden is the perfect little partner for that because they've known each other for years. There's a trust, there's a bond. There's Bailey giving up his happiness for something (probably punishing whatever sin Quinn has said to have committed).

And Eden's right there. Right fucking there to run to and give everything up. To be at peace with. But he can't beyond fleeting touches and quickies in the forest because Bailey's broken far more than he'll ever show, and he needs to keep ahold of the power he has in town. He needs his safety blanket after growing up with no power at all. He can't risk being a victim to anyone ever again.

As much as he may love Eden, he knows that staying with him means giving up all of that power. The hunter is broken, too. There's no telling what he'd push Bailey to be for his own comfort.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda

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Imagine: a few months after Eden buys PC, he and Bailey meet back up by the lake. Bailey expected them to escape in a matter of days and come back to the orphanage, but that didn’t happen. Eden tells him they’re still with him. They’re fixing up the cabin, they’re making him breakfast every morning and falling asleep in his arms every night, and for the first time in a long time Eden is happy. And Bailey feels something vile and poisonous swirling around inside him. Something he’s afraid to put a name to. He ignores it, and just nods with a tight lipped expression.

He hasn't been on the town in a long while. Not since he and Eden accidently started fucking like animals in the dirt. The man still has needs even with that being over, still has to get his rocks off and his hand simply isn't enough.

There's someone whose eyes he locks onto in the haze of the club. Someone who looks familiar, strikingly so. Someone he approaches, brings to the alley out back and holds against the wall as he takes his anger out on them by fucking them as roughly as he possibly can.

They're left sniffling cries down, blood on their inner thighs. Grabbing desperately at their clothes as they fix themself off and limp away without making eye contact. From eager participant to horrified victim.

Someone who doesn't look like Eden. Because they look like you.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #gn reader #FUCKED UP BAILEY HOURS HEHEHEHE #baileden propaganda #cw noncon

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I’m just imagining the day Eden told Bailey these little trysts by the lake weren’t enough for him anymore. He’s lonely, and he wants a spouse. He wants kids. He wants a family.

And Bailey having to swallow down his words because there’s absolutely no way he can argue with that and keep up the facade that these encounters mean nothing to him. So he just nods.

Bailey, who knows he won't ever want a family, making a deal with you. You want rent off this week? He has a job for you.

Take this package, don't look inside if you want to plead plausible denibility if caught, and deliver it to a man of this description at this place by the forest lake tomorrow at 12pm.

He knows you won't be back for the night. Maybe a week if you're unlucky. Maybe forever if Eden holds on tight enough. There's a note in the box of bullets he had you deliver letting the hunter know how much he owes him. That he'll see him next month, because Eden won't accept getting the deliveries from a lackey he doesn't trust.

Bailey wishes he could be in your place instead. All he can do is bury it all and push forward.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #gn reader #baileden propaganda #angst time again

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Different anon, but now I’m just thinking of Eden aggressively glaring at Bailey’s hand, and daydreaming about holding their hand but knowing that the most they’d do is shake hands after a deal

But what if Eden gets really badly hurt one night, and Bailey has to nurse him back to health over a week?

What if Eden is delirious, in and out of consciousness, but they can't go to a hospital or they'll risk being beaten again.

Maybe in those quiet moments, with streams of moonlight coming through the old cheap curtains, you can find Bailey holding Eden's hand. Picking it up and softly laying it against his own cheek. Eden sleeps soundly.

Because for him, for the young man with that dark, dark hair, this is the only time it's safe for him to admit he just wants a little bit of love.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #younger au #baileden propaganda

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Knowing Baileden exists, can we assume this is how the scene goes:

Bailey: *preparing a rope to tie up defiant PC and bring them to Eden* “I don’t know what they intend to do with you, and I don’t care.”

Also Bailey: *secretly crying inside and tearing up but not because of PC’s pepper spray*

Bailey's emotionally constipated ass knows he feels strange about handing PC over to Eden, but refuses to examine it any further.

If he looked at himself in the mirror for more than five seconds he'd have a breakdown, and Bailey can't afford it.

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #gn reader #baileden propaganda

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You expect bro to be miserable and alone for the rest of his life?

Yes.

What if it was Bailey you were replaced by, huh? What about some middle aged men awkwardly confronting the shit they've kept buried for decades and finally finding the peace they've denied themselves, huh?

What about Bailey insisting that Eden's advances mean nothing, that it's purely physical, but only because Bailey's known about his feelings for a long time and doesn't want to give into hope that he finally had a chance at the guy he's wanted as his own since childhood?

What about Eden initially only finding brief comfort in Bailey's body in the wake of your loss, only to be unable to sleep at night without his friends athletic body pressed to his own?

What about Eden snapping and putting a collar on Bailey, anon?

#spill your guts #anonymous #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #cw abduction

[yetiwang2000]

Q: If Eden caught PC and Bailey doing adult thing, what will Eden do and what Bailey will do too?

A: Eden would be shocked and appalled, and leave at once. Bailey would be angry with themselves.

…

Instead of being jealous of Bailey using their own wife/husband, Eden just leave?

Eden's more afraid of PC finding out about their friendship with Bailey, aren't they?

You're just friends, don't act like you're caught cheating!😡

#vrelnir #dol eden #dol bailey #eden the hunter #bailey the caretaker #baileden propaganda #dol #degrees of lewdity