Metallica one shots and headcannons

Picture of us 📷💕(Cliff Burton one shot)

A night, Cliff told you about a photo of you that he lost. So you you give him a surprise...

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The apartment was quiet, save for the faint hum of the city outside the window. I stood in the living room, my heart was fluttering in anticipation as I looked down at the small envelope in my hand. The surprise I had been planning for weeks was finally ready. Tonight was the night. He was going to love this. I heard the key turn in the lock, and my heart beated faster. He stepped inside, his hair tousled from the long day, his usual warm smile appearing the moment he saw me. "Hey, love," he greeted, drooping his bass by the door. "Why do you look so excited?" I tried to suppress my grin but failed miserably. "I have something for you," I said, my voice full of excitement. "Oh,?" His eyebrows raised with curiosity as he walked over and gave me a quick kiss. "What's the occasion, did I forget something?" I shook my head, still smiling. "No occasion, don't worry. Just... something I thought you'd want to see." His interest piqued, he eyed the envelope in my hand."What's in there?" I handed it to him, feeling a little bit nervous. I had spent so much time preparing this, wanting it to be perfect. He had mentioned it once, and that was a month ago, how he wished he could find that one photo.

 The one he lost, the thought he would've never found it again. But I found it. He opened the envelope, pulling out the photo. The moment his eyes landed on it, I saw the realization dawn on his face. He froze, staring at it as if it was something a treasure he never expected to hold again. "This..." He whispered, his voice catching in his throat. "How... how did you find this?" I smiled softly, my hands clasped behind my back as I watched him, the memory in that photograph flooding back to him. It was an old picture, taken years ago when we were younger, a snapshot of when we were first engaged. Me and him hugged each other, but somehow slipped through the time. He had talked about it once, late at night, telling me that he would have liked to find it again, thinking I wasn't really listening. But I was. And I has it my mission to find it. "It wasn't easy," I admitted, stepping closer to him.

 "But I knew how much it meant to you. So I tracked it down." He looked up at me, his eyes wide with gratitude and disbelief. "So... That night you were listening to me? I can't believe you did this..." I shrugged, though my heart melted at his reaction. "I just wanted to give you something you thought you'd lost." He looked down at the photo again, his fingers tracing the edges. This phot was shot by a his relative and he regretted not holding onto it when he had the chance. It had been tucked in a dusty album in this relative's attic, forgotten by everyone but him. "I haven't seen this in years," he murmered, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't even think that I could hold it again in my hands." He set the photo down carefully on the table before turning to face me, his expression soft and full of something deep, something I rarely saw so openly from him. He reached out, pulling me into his arms, his embrace warm and strong. "You have no idea what this means to me," he whispered into my hair. "Thank you." I smiled, my cheek resting against his chest. "I'm just glad I could give it you." We stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, the photo lying between us on the table.

 He kissed the top of my head, his lips lingering there before pulling back just enough to meet my eyes. "I don't know how you always manage to do this," he said softly, his thumb brushing across my cheek. "You always know exactly what I need, even when I don't." I laughed softly. "Well, that's my superpower." His smile widened, and he cupped my face in his hands, his forehead resting against mine. "I'm the luckiest guy in the world." The sincerity in his eyes, made my my heart flutter. "I think I'm the lucky one." He kissed me then, slow and soft, but full of love. When we finally pulled away, he glanced at the photo, a quiet smile on his lips. "Let's frame it," he said, reaching for my hand. "Right now?" I asked, a little surprised. "Yeah," he nodded, his voice full of determination. "I want to make sure I never lose it again."