Metallica one shots and headcannons

Adagio for us🎻💕 (James Hetfield one shot)

You and James,share a deep connection through music. When emotions and insecurities rise, your bond is tested, leading to a turning point that could change everything between you...

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 I wrote this after listening to Samuel Barber's Adagio for strings. I hope you enjoy!

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The cool autumn breeze brushed against my skin as I sat on a bench in the park, my violin nestled under my chin, bow poised to play. I closed my eyes, letting the opening notes of Adagio for Strings escape in slow, mournful waves. Every pull of the bow was deliberate, each note trembling with the weight of my heart. I knew he'd be here soon—James always came to listen, sitting at a distance with his guitar by his side. He was my best friend, my everything. I played for him, hoping today he would hear the unspoken feelings in my music. As the last notes hung in the air, I sensed him before I saw him."That was beautiful, Y/n," James said, his voice soft yet full of awe. He sat down beside me, his guitar case propped against the bench. His eyes held the same warmth they always did when he heard me play, but there was something else there, something heavier.

"Thank you Jamie," I smiled, my pulse quickening at his closeness. "Are you ready to play something?" He looked down at his guitar, a flicker of hesitation crossing his face. "You don't want to hear me. Not after that." I frowned, placing my violin down gently. "What do you mean? You're amazing, James. I love hearing you play. You know that." He shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, but I'm not like you. You play with such... emotion. People feel it when you play. I'm just—" I cut him off before he could finish. "James, that's not true. You are so talented. You need to believe in yourself. You should audition for a band that's looking for a guitarist or a singer." His jaw tightened, and he shook his head. "Y/n, we've been through this. I'm not good enough for that. I don't have the confidence you do." My heart clenched at the self-doubt in his voice. "It's not that simple!" James' voice rose, surprising me. His eyes flashed with frustration.

 "You think I don't want to try? It's just... I'm not ready. I don't have your courage." I stood, the intensity of the conversation making my chest tight. "James, this isn't about courage. It's about trusting yourself. I know you, and I know you can do this. Why are you so afraid to take a chance?" He ran a hand through his hair, looking away. "Because I don't want to fail, alright? I don't want to be a disappointment. And I don't want to lose you by making a fool of myself." I stared at him, feeling my heart crack at his words. "James... you could never lose me. This isn't about us. It's about you following your dreams." His face darkened as he grabbed his guitar case. "You don't understand. You're always so sure of yourself, so fearless. I'm not like that."

 Before I could stop him, he slung the guitar over his shoulder and walked away, leaving me standing there in the chilly afternoon air, a sinking feeling settling deep in my chest. "James..." I sat back down on the bench, numb, and lifted my violin again. The familiar melody of Adagio for Strings  filled the quiet park, but this time, the notes felt heavier, more sorrowful. My heart ached with every pull of the bow, longing for him to come back. But he didn't. Days passed, and the park felt emptier without him. I came back every day, hoping to see his familiar figure in the distance,looking into his gorgeous blue eyes, but he never returned. The absence of his presence weighed on me, and my body seemed to carry the burden of our last conversation. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't eat. The stress of everything—of losing him—became too much. One night, the world seemed to blur around me as I walked home, and before I knew it, everything went black.

James Hetfield Pov

I couldn't get her out of my mind.

Y/n had always been the one who saw the best in me. The one who pushed me to be more than I thought I could be. But our argument hung between us, and I couldn't shake the guilt that I had let her down. My fingers strummed absently on the guitar, the chords hollow and lacking the spark they usually had. I missed her. Every note I played sounded wrong without her violin to complete it.I was so deep in my thoughts that I didn't hear my sister come into the room until she spoke.

"James." Her voice was soft but serious, and I looked up to see concern etched in her features. "You need to go to the hospital. Y/n fainted." The guitar slipped from my hands as I shot to my feet. "What?" "She's been asking for you," my sister added, and those words propelled me forward. The hospital was too quiet, too sterile, and the sight of Y/n lying there, pale and fragile, made my heart ache in ways I hadn't expected. I rushed to her side, my breath catching in my throat as I took her hand. "Y/n, I'm so sorry," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I shouldn't have walked away. I was scared, but losing you... that's what I'm really afraid of." Her eyes fluttered open, and when they met mine, there was a softness there, a forgiveness I didn't deserve. "James" "I'm here" I said, grabbing her hand.

 I didn't notice that I was crying. She's the most important person in my life, I can lose everything, but not her. "Please James, don't cry" she said, reaching her arm to my cheek. "I care about you a lot. I've always cared about you. I was so scared to admit it" "I care about you too, James" The relief that washed over me was overwhelming. "I love you, Y/n. I should've told you a long time ago." Her lips curved into a soft smile, and despite everything, there was a light in her eyes. "I love you too."

A week later, we found ourselves back in the park, side by side on the bench where it all began. The tension between us had melted away, replaced by a quiet understanding, a shared connection.I tuned my guitar as Y/n positioned her violin under her chin, her eyes meeting mine with a hint of mischief. "Ready?" I nodded, a smile tugging at my lips as I strummed the first chord. She joined me, the haunting melody of Adagio for Strings weaving together with the warm tones of my guitar. This time, it wasn't just a song of longing. It was a promise.And we played together, creating something beautiful, something that was just ours.

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