Kirk Hammett x reader (oneshots)

Connection begins

The lights of the arena dimmed, and the crowd's roar surged to a fever pitch. You stood backstage, heart pounding in sync with the anticipation rippling through the audience. This was it—the moment you'd been dreaming about for weeks. You were about to meet Kirk Hammett, the legendary guitarist of Metallica.

As the band finished their last encore, you were ushered to the side stage. The sounds of "Enter Sandman" still echoed in your ears as you watched Kirk step off the stage, sweat glistening on his brow, his signature curls damp and wild.

"Hey," you called out softly, unsure if he could hear you over the ringing in his ears.

Kirk turned, his eyes locking onto yours. A warm smile spread across his face, and he walked over to you, his guitar still slung over his shoulder. "Hey there," he said, his voice surprisingly gentle despite the hard rock persona. "You must be the lucky winner of the meet-and-greet contest."

You nodded, feeling a bit starstruck. "Yeah, that's me. I'm Y/N. It's such an honor to meet you, Kirk. Your music has meant so much to me."

Kirk chuckled, a hint of shyness in his demeanor. "Thank you, Y/N. It's always incredible to hear how our music touches people. So, what's your favorite song?"

You bit your lip, thinking. "I think it has to be 'Fade to Black.' There's something so raw and powerful about it."

He nodded thoughtfully. "That one is special to me too. It came from a very real place."

There was a brief, comfortable silence as you both stood there, the energy of the concert still buzzing in the air. Kirk glanced at his guitar, then back at you. "Would you like to hold it?" he offered, gesturing to his prized instrument.

Your eyes widened. "Really? I would love to!"

He carefully handed it over, guiding your hands to the right positions. As you held the guitar, you felt a connection to the music and to him. Kirk's hands brushed yours as he adjusted your grip, and you couldn't help but notice the spark of electricity that passed between you.

"You look like a natural," he said with a wink. "Maybe we'll have to get you on stage next time."

You laughed, the tension easing from your shoulders. "I think I'll leave that to the professionals. But thank you, Kirk. This is more than I could have ever hoped for."

He smiled, a genuine and heartfelt expression. "I'm glad. It's fans like you that keep us going. Maybe after we wrap up here, we can grab a coffee and chat some more. I'd love to hear more about your connection to our music."

Your heart skipped a beat. "I'd like that a lot."

As the evening wore on, you and Kirk found yourselves lost in conversation, sharing stories and laughter. What started as a dream meeting a rock legend turned into the beginning of a beautiful friendship—and perhaps something more.