Kirk Hammett x reader (oneshots)

You woke up to the serene sound of waves gently lapping at the shore. The beach house you and Kirk had retired to a few years ago was a haven of tranquility, a stark contrast to the wild lives you once led. The mornings here were peaceful, yet today, there was a spark of excitement in the air. Kirk, your beloved husband and legendary Metallica guitarist, had promised to show you a new riff he'd been working on.

You stretched, feeling the warm sun streaming through the windows, and turned to see Kirk already awake, gently strumming his guitar on the porch. His face, lined with the wisdom and experience of sixty-one years, still carried that same youthful enthusiasm that had drawn you to him decades ago.

"Morning, love," he said, looking up with a smile as you joined him. "Ready to hear something new?"

"Always," you replied, settling into the chair next to him. The two of you had shared a life filled with music, and these moments were some of your favorites.

Kirk began to play, the notes flowing effortlessly from his fingers. The melody was hauntingly beautiful, a perfect blend of his signature style and the maturity that came with age. You closed your eyes, letting the music wash over you, feeling the deep connection that had only grown stronger over the years.

When he finished, you opened your eyes to see him watching you, a question in his gaze. "What do you think?"

"It's beautiful," you said, reaching out to take his hand. "You've still got it, Kirk."

He squeezed your hand, his smile widening. "You always know how to make me feel good about my music."

The two of you spent the morning playing together, the familiar chords and melodies blending seamlessly with the sound of the ocean outside