(THIS IS NOT MINE CREDS TO Misterbrianmay ON TUMBLR)
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Warnings/possible triggers: smut, mentions/descriptions of past sexual abuse, periods/blood, vomiting, pregnancy/children
A/N: 12.4k words | I know this is long but please bare with me! These are 21 first times you experience with the wholesome angel that is Brian May, starting with the time the two of you first meet. Any kind of feedback is much appreciated - enjoy!
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1. First meeting
You first met Brian in 1967, back when he was still studying mathematics and physics at Imperial College and before Smile was even formed. At the time you were studying veterinary medicine at another college, which is actually how the two of you met.
You worked as an intern at one of London's many veterinary practices when he came rushing in one day. Brown curls all over his face, a small hedgehog in his hands.
"Excuse me, Miss?", he asked, his voice wavering slightly.
"Yes?", you stepped out from behind the receptionist's desk and approached him, "How can I help you, Sir?"
"I- I stumbled across this little guy on my way home. He just laid still on the ground, I think one of his legs is broken. I know a hedgehog is not what you're usually treating here but I...I couldn't just leave him there on the street."
"No, of course not", you assured him, "you did the right thing. Let me take a look at the little guy."
The hedgehog was well taken care of, and only two weeks later you were able to release it back into the wilderness. Brian had given you his number to call him about any progress. After telling him the good news, which seemed to be genuinely excited about, he invited you out to a pub where he and two mates of his, Roger and Tim, would be hanging out later. He said that he wanted to celebrate you saving "a precious little life". You agreed immediately.
2. First date
When you entered the pub that night you had no problem spotting Brian immediately, thanks to his tall frame and recognizable hair. You approached him shyly, straightening the dress you had spent almost two hours picking from your clost. His gaze met yours before you could say anything and he gave you a big smile.
"Hello! It's so nice to see you again! Come on, sit", he said while he set one of the chairs in place for you before placing himself on the one to your left. He then pointed to a young, blonde man with a cocky smile and another one next to him.
"These are my mates, Roger and Tim."
The two waved their hands at you, Roger giving you a not-so-subtle smirk.
"So you are the one Brian's been talking about for the last two weeks. I have to admit, you're just as pretty as he said."
Both Brian and you began to stutter furiously and he jumped to his feet.
"Do you want something to drink? I-I'll get you something", he stated, not even waiting for your answer.
As soon as he was out of sight Tim leaned over the table, batting his eyelids coyly.
"Sooo...are you just as smitten with our Brian as he is with you?"
By the end of the night you were a little tipsy and had also learned that Brian not only studied a subject you weren't even able to comprehend in the slightest, but that he also played the guitar, hand built one of those instruments himself at only sixteen and even thought about forming a band with Roger and Tim. Tim had been right, you were smitten with him, he fascinated you more than anyone ever had before. And he seemed to be very interested in you, too. At least judging by the amount of questions he asked. Between the two of you there seemed to be an endless pool of topics to discuss and things to be learned about one another. Sadly a glance at the old clock above the entrance door told you that it was time for you to go home, and you began to excuse yourself from the table.
