This fic is based on a
request from anon:
If you’re still accepting
requests could I ask if you’d write on where the reader’s family dies and she
then marries Bard just for convenience for both of them (like she would take
care of him & his kids in exchange for a roof over her head) but over time
they slowly fall in love? Perhaps some fluffy smut near the end?
Warnings: This is going to
end in sex to put it bluntly, so if you aren’t into getting sexy with Babe the
Bowman maybe don’t read this one.
Disclaimer: I do not own
Bard or Laketown or any of Tolkien’s creations because I am not worthy!!!!!
AN: I tried to make it
fluffy smut, but maybe it’s more on the smutty smut end of the spectrum? But I
really hope you enjoy this story anyway nonny, and the rest of my lovely
followers! This is my first Bard (Babe) the Bowman story so let me know what
you think of it.
You and Bard had been
friends since you were small children, when his wife passed you and your
husband did everything you possibly could to help him and his children. His
wife was also your very close friend and you missed her dearly. The children
reminded you of her and you loved them looking after them as if they were your
own. One tough winter when food was scarce and fuel for fires even scarcer your
husband fell ill. Although you worked hard and brought home what little food
and firewood you could, he passed away from his ailment. Bard was the first
person by your side, offering help when you needed it. Sigrid, his eldest, was
particularly helpful, helping do some of your housework while you were out
earning money to live. This situation went on while you mourned for your
husband but soon people were beginning to talk, saying that it wasn’t proper
for a woman of your age to be living alone. You saw nothing wrong with it until
the day the Master declared that if you did not marry in exactly one week, you
were to live with him and he would take ownership of all your property. You
would never suffer to live with such a disgusting man and desperately wracked
your brains trying to find an answer to your problem. Bard had been away on his
boat picking up fish for the village when the Master had made his decree. He
arrived home a day before the week was up and Bain told him what had happened.
He quickly made his way to your house, crashing through the front door, to find
you sitting on a single suitcase in the middle of the room, your face in your
hands crying, resigned to your fate of living with the Master of Laketown. You
looked up at him with your face stained with tears and he dropped to his knees
cupping your cheeks with his huge hands.
“What am I going to do
Bard?” you asked through your sobs, staring into his dark eyes.
Bard considered this
question for a moment, then his face lit up with realization. He stood up
tugging at your hand.
“Come.” He said pulling
you towards the door.
“Where are we going?” you
spluttered back, as you got to your feet and let Bard lead you.
“To the magistrates
office.” He replied, walking along the toppling walkways of Laketown.
“But why are we going
there? He can’t help me.” you ask, completely mystified by your friends
“So I can marry you of
course.” He replied, impatiently pulling you forward.
You stopped dead in your
tracks, jerking him back slightly. He turned around to look at you, wondering
why you had stopped.
“But we’re friends Bard.
You can’t marry me. What if you fall in love again?” You say sadly.
“You’re right y/n. We are
friends but what kind of friend would I be if I just shipped you off to the
Master’s doorstep without trying to help you?” he said a little exasperated.
You just stared at him
silently, still clutching his hand.
“Please y/n. Let me help you.” He pleaded, squeezing your hand.
A single tear rolled down
your cheek, you were so touched by his friendship.
“Alright Bard, but only if
you’re sure.” You said, a small smile lighting up your features.
“Of course I’m sure!” he
said, relieved that you were accepting his help.
He led you on between the
rickety buildings, and wobbly bridges till you got to the magistrates office.
The magistrate looked up and upon seeing his old friend Bard he waved
“What can I do for you old
friend?” he asked shaking Bard’s hand.
“Good to see you Tom. I
need you to marry us.” Bard said breathlessly.
Tom looked at Bard
“What did you say?” he
“I said I need you to
marry us. Y/n and I.” Bard repeated himself.
“Oh, you wish to save her
from the old pig. Well Bard it is a good thing you’re doing here, not that I
expected anything less from you.” Tom said to Bard, leading you both into his
You came out ten minutes
later with a smile on your face and a marriage license in your hand. You walked
slowly with Bard along the wooden walkways by the water, until you took hold of
his sleeve stopping him. He turned to face you smiling.
“Thank you so much for
doing this for me Bard. I don’t know how I could ever repay you. You’ve saved
me from hell on Middle Earth.” You said tears spilling down your cheeks again.
“I’d do just about
anything for you y/n. You have been such a good and patient friend to me.” He
said softly, pulling you into him for a hug.
“I wouldn’t be doing that
with a man you aren’t married to y/n. You know how people talk and the Master
won’t be best pleased.” Came a sniveling voice from behind you.
You turned to see Alfred
snarling at you, wrapped up in his disgusting, oily coat. You smirked back,
Bard still holding you protectively close to his body.
“Actually Alfred, I think
you’ll find I am married to this man.” You replied triumphantly, waving the
marriage license around in front of his face.
He tried to grab for it
but you kept it out of his reach.
“If you don’t believe us,
go check with Tom the magistrate. It’s all completely legal.” Bard said icily,
leading you away.
“People are going to
expect us to live together now y/n.” Bard said, finally starting to think
through his chivalrous actions.
“Mmmmm and that you sell
my house.” You replied, the full consequences of your actions now making
“I will sell it for you,
but you will be keeping all the money.” He said thoughtfully.
“I’ll sleep on the floor
tonight too. I don’t wish to put you out at all.” You said, realising how much
trouble this marriage had the potential to be.
“No. I’ll sleep on the
floor you can have my bed.” Said Bard adamantly.
You went to argue but he
raised and eyebrow at you and you decided to stay silent. This was going to
take a lot of getting used to.
Months had now passed and
you had spent your time in Bard’s household looking after his children much as
you had always done and doing your fair share of the work to help feed and
clothe everyone. Bard had made himself a bed and left it in the living room
leaving you to have his room in privacy. You tried in vain to get him to stay
in his room and let you sleep in the living room but he was having none of it.
The Master had been enraged when Alfred told him what you and Bard had done,
but he could do nothing about it, because as Bard had told Alfred, the marriage
was legal. One afternoon as you were coming home from work Sigrid, Tilda and
Bain caught you at the front door of their home.
“Y/n may we please go and
stay at John and Margery McCarthury’s house? Mrs McCarthury is making a cake especially for Johnny’s
birthday.” Sigrid asked you.
You looked down at their
“Did Mrs McCarthury invite
you?” you asked them.
“Yes she did!” cried Tilda
You smiled at the small
“And will you be going
empty handed?” you asked the three of them.
“No y/n.” they all said in
“I’ve got her some
flowers.” Said Bain, showing you a small poesy of purple blooms.
“Good, well I don’t see
any problem with that then. Have fun!” you called after them as they ran off
into the distance.
You dragged your feet
inside and fell down onto a kitchen stool, completely exhausted from your day.
You looked around at the kitchen noticing it was completely spotless, and that
there was a vase with the same purple flowers in it that Bain was just holding.
You got up to smell their sweet scent and noticed a small piece of paper with
‘Thank you!’ scrawled onto it, it made you smile.
“Those children are
angels.” You mumbled to yourself, as you went to draw yourself a bath.
You enjoyed a long, hot,
soak in the tub, scrubbing the dirt and grime from every inch of your skin. You
were expecting a long night alone as Bard was out picking up barrels that
floated down stream from the Woodland Realm till morning. After you were clean
and dry you put on a light nightdress and snuggled into the furs on Bard’s bed.
Even after months of sleeping in them, they still smelt of Bard. Lately you
found yourself thinking of Bard more and more. Sometimes while you were working
or washing the dishes at home or just running errands Bard would just pop into
your mind and refuse to go away. Ever since you had accidentally barged in on
him washing you couldn’t get his strong chest, and toned abs out of your mind,
or his earthy smell or his kind brown eyes. You knew you shouldn’t be thinking
of your friend in this way but you couldn’t help it. It had been so long since
you had been with a man and you found yourself aching for Bard’s touch. You lay
back against the bed head and breathed in deeply. The smell of Bard filled your
nostrils and you sighed out loud. You fell into a light sleep, not caring that
your nightdress was scandalously high on your thighs, as you weren’t expecting
Bard made his way home
silently and under the cover of darkness. He hated that the Master had him
watched, but he also enjoyed outsmarting the watchmen. He opened his front door
quietly and entered the dark house. He looked around him and noticed that his
children were nowhere to be seen, after a moment of panic he remembered Bain
telling him about Johnny McCarthury’s party and calmed himself. Then he thought
of you, and your beautiful smile. He had been thinking of you a lot more then
he cared to admit to himself of late. Late nights when he was alone on his boat
he would imagine how warm it would be in your embrace. He chuckled when he
remembered the day you had caught him washing and how you would blush every
time he caught you looking his way for days afterwards. He saw a light coming
from his bedroom and decided to see if you were awake. He took his boots off
and left them at the door, silently walking towards his bedroom, he stopped
when he reached the doorframe and his breath caught in his throat. You we half
leaning, half laying on his bed propped up against the bed head. You were clad
only in a thin little nightdress and you were on your side with you legs
together and bent. Your nightdress had ridden up your thigh enough for him to
see you weren’t wearing any underwear and a small groan left his lips. He was
torn between leaving you and your modesty in peace or descending on your in a
flurry of passion. It had been so long since he had lain with a woman and your
show of skin was already making him rock hard. He decided on the latter.
Bard coughed loudly.
You awoke suddenly from
your sleep; you thought you had heard somebody cough. You rubbed your eyes
lightly and looked around the room sleepily. You eyes came to rest on Bard
standing in the doorway.
“Oh hello. I thought you
were supposed to be away for the night.” You said sleepily motioning for him to
come and sit on the edge of the bed, completely forgetting about your state of
He smiled at you,
shrugging off his coat and dropping it on the floor as he walked towards the
bed. You rubbed your eyes again, trying to wake yourself up a bit. Out of habit
you ran your hands over your nightdress to smooth it out over your body. It was
then you realised that it was barely covering you. You squeaked quietly in
panic trying to pull it further down your thighs, blushing a deep pink colour.
Bard had sat down next to you by now.
“No leave it.” He said
softly, placing a strong hand on your own stopping their movement.
“But Bard, I’m hardly
dressed.” You say desperately, looking into his eyes.
His normally light brown
eyes, were now dark with passion. He moved your hands out of the way and
started rubbing the exposed skin of you thigh.
“Forgive me if I have read
your signs wrong, but I think we both want this.” He whispered as he leaned his
face in close to yours.
He kissed your lips
softly, his lips were a little weather beaten and they tasted slightly salty
but you liked it. You kissed him back, sighing as he rubbed your thigh. He
forced his tongue past your lips and you moaned. He tasted of ale and you
swirled your tongue around with his, hardly able to believe this was actually
happening. Bard broke the kiss and stood up to take his shirt off, your jaw
dropped. His chest and abs were even more muscular then you remembered them.
His chest was covered in dark, curly hairs, which thinned into a line and
disappeared into his trousers. He chuckled while you gazed at him. You got up
off the bed too and in one fluid movement you pulled your nightgown over your
head. He groaned as he let his gaze roam over your naked flesh, taking particular
notice of your full breasts and ample behind. You laid back down on the bed,
your nipples becoming hard from the cold night air and Bard’s lust filled gaze.
“You’re so beautiful.”
Bard sighed as he looked over your naked form.
He undid his belt and
pushed his trousers and underwear down his legs, stepping out of them as he
made his way over to you. His huge, hard member made you moan in anticipation.
He pulled your legs open gently and settled himself between them, his naked
body hovering over your own. He kissed your neck softly and you could feel his
length pressing on your lower body every time he leaned into you. You tangled
your hand in his hair and brought his lips up to your own kissing him hard and
making him groan. He scooped an arm underneath you and pulled you up to a
sitting position, you scrambled onto your knees and pressed you body flush
against his, feeling his member press into your stomach. You kissed his neck
lightly and let your hands roam over his strong back. He let his big hands fall
to your ass and squeezed it hard, groaning at the feeling of your ample flesh
in his hands. You pulled away from him slightly and he looked at you
“Lie down Bard. I want to
show you how grateful I am for your help.” You tried to say as seductively as possible;
it had been a long time since you had done this.
He obeyed your command and
lay down on the bed. You planted small kisses across his chest, lightly
flicking each nipple with your tongue as you passed them. Bard moaned at the
contact and you smiled into his skin continuing your way down over his stomach
till you came to his hard member. He could feel your warm breath on him and his
eyes rolled back into his head. You stroked him a few times with your hand then
sunk your mouth down onto his member taking his whole length in one go.
“Uh y/n!” he cried out in
surprise, at the sudden heat enveloping him.
He tangled his hand into
your hair and gently pushed down on your head, slightly thrusting his hips up
to meet your mouth on every one of your downward movements. He started to moan
loudly and tightened his grip on your hair, thrusting up a little harder into
your mouth. You ran the hand that wasn’t supporting your weight up his body,
gently caressing his skin and driving him wild. You could tell he was getting
close but you weren’t finished with Bard just yet. You gently eased your mouth
off his member and leaned up to kiss his lips. Your own lips were swollen and
covered in saliva and he kissed you hard, pulling your body onto his and
wrapping his arms around you. You eased yourself out of his embrace and leaned
over to the drawers at the bedside. You fished out a small phial of sweet
smelling oil. Bard raised his eyebrows.
“Why have you got that
hidden away?” he asked, looking at the little glass phial in your hand knowing
exactly what was inside it.
“It was for when I felt
lonely during the night.” You explained, your cheeks turning red again.
Bard imagined exactly what
you would do when you were lonely at night and groaned softly. His attention
was brought back to reality when you sat between his legs, your own draped
open, giving him a full view of your womanhood. His eyes widened waiting to see
what you would do next. You took the phial and dripped some of its contents
directly onto your heat, sighing at the sensation. You put the phial to the
side and placed your right hand on your heat, spreading the oil with your
nimble fingers, leaning back onto your left hand to give Bard a good view of
your glistening womanhood and heaving chest. You heard a small moan leave his
lips as he watched you rub yourself in front of him. When you dipped one
finger, then two into your heat you heard him moan louder. You pumped your
fingers in and out of yourself letting little moans leave your lips, you could
hear Bard running his hand up and down his length and you were glad your show
was having the desired effect. You slipped your fingers out of yourself and
moved to Bard’s side, gently pushing his legs together and moving his hand from
his length. You straddled him and slowly sunk down on his length till he was
buried inside you to the hilt. You both moaned loudly, finally getting what you
had both wanted for so long. You moved on him slowly at first but quickly built
“Uh gods y/n you’re so
tight.” Bard panted as you rode him.
He squeezed the flesh of
your ass hard as he watched your breasts bounce up and down with your
movements. You could feel a familiar heat pooling in your core, every time your
hips ground down onto Bard your clit pressed hard against his skin sending
shivers up your spine. Bard could feel you heat getting tighter and knew you
“Oh god Bard, I’m so
close.” You said through gritted teeth, chasing your orgasm.
He reached a hand down so
he could rub your clit and with a few more movements you were coming hard
around his length making him groan at the tight squeezing sensation around him.
“Oh Bard!” you cried as
you let the waves of your orgasm wash over you.
You slumped over him,
placing your hands on either side of his face as you kissed him sloppily. He smiled
into your kisses.
“How did that feel y/n?”
he asked between kisses.
“Incredible!” You panted.
He bent his knees a little
and gripped your ass hard, and started to thrust in and out of you, panting
into your neck. He got harder and faster stimulating your already sensitive womanhood
and sending jolts through your body. You started moaning loudly enjoying being
taken hard. Bard’s moans became louder and his thrusts fell out of time. You
bit down on his neck hard sending him over the edge.
“Ugh yes y/n, I’m coming!”
he cried out as he spilled his seed inside of you.
You rocked your hips back
and forth on him a few more times to draw out his pleasure a little longer
until he wrapped his arms around you and you collapsed onto his strong body. He
pulled out of you gently and rolled you onto the bed beside him keeping you
enveloped in his embrace. He kissed your forehead lightly and you snuggled into
him a bit more.
“I love you y/n. I’m sorry
it has taken me till now to realize it.” Bard said softly, breaking the
“I love you too. But don’t
be sorry, I have you now and that’s all that matters.” You said sleepily in his