Metallica one shots and headcannons

Dancing in the moonlight🌕(Cliff Burton one shot)

The road stretched out under the blanket of night, lit only by the soft glow of the moon. We'd been driving in comfortable silence, his hand resting over mine on the center console, our fingers intertwined. I could feel his thumb tracing small circles over my knuckles, each motion sending warmth through my skin. I noticed the glances he'd steal my way, his eyes crinkling in that soft, half-smile that told me he was thinking about something—something mischievous.

Finally, he turned fully to me, his eyes dancing with that familiar spark of excitement. "I want to do something crazy," he murmured.

My curiosity piqued, and I gave him a playful smile. "Alright," I said, leaning in. "Shoot."

His grin grew wider as he slowed the car to a gentle stop. "I want to dance with you. Right here. On the road, under the moon, just us. How does that sound?"

I felt my heart swell at the sweetness of it, a smile spreading across my face. "It sounds perfect," I said softly, warmth filling my chest.

With that, he hopped out of the car, coming around to my side in a flash. He opened my door with a charming little flourish, bowing slightly as he extended his hand to me, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"What a gentleman," I teased, feeling my cheeks warm as he helped me out of the car, his grip warm and steady around my hand.

His smile softened as he pulled me to him, his arm sliding around my waist to draw me close. I could feel his breath against my skin, sending a shiver down my spine as he gazed at me with that look he saved just for moments like this. "Only for you," he murmured, his voice a gentle promise. "Always for you."

He took one of my hands, guiding it to his shoulder, and his other hand rested firmly on my waist. We began to sway, our steps falling into rhythm as though we'd danced like this a hundred times before. Everything felt effortless, like we were the only two people in the world.

The cool night air was filled with the faint rustling of trees and the hum of distant crickets. Above us, the stars sparkled against the velvet sky, each one twinkling like a small, knowing witness to our quiet romance. I could feel his heartbeat steady under my hand, grounding me in this beautiful, perfect moment.

After a while, he broke the silence, his voice low. "Have I told you tonight how beautiful you look?"

I blushed, my gaze dropping, but he tilted my chin back up, his eyes filled with a soft intensity that made my heart flutter. "Maybe," I replied, smiling. "But feel free to say it again."

He chuckled, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to my forehead. "Beautiful," he whispered, his breath warm against my skin, and I felt my heart race at how sincere he sounded.

We danced in the quiet of the night, his hands tracing gentle patterns on my back, as if he was memorizing every part of me. I closed my eyes, letting his warmth and the stillness of the night wrap around us. This felt timeless, like a moment I'd never want to leave.

After a few moments, I looked up, finding him watching me with a gaze so tender, so full of love, that it took my breath away. "I think I'm going to remember this forever," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

His arms tightened around me, his fingers brushing a stray hair from my face. "Good," he murmured, his eyes crinkling in that soft way again. "Because I want a thousand more nights just like this."

The words hung between us, filling the air with something so sweet, it almost felt like magic. I rested my head on his chest, letting myself sink into the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, feeling safe, loved, and so completely at peace.

He tilted my chin up, his eyes scanning my face, drinking in every detail. "Do you know how much I love you?" he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

I met his gaze, my chest swelling with a joy that felt almost overwhelming. "Tell me," I whispered, needing to hear the words.

His lips brushed over mine in the softest of kisses, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake. "I love you more than the stars love the sky, more than the moon loves the night," he murmured, his words soft but so full of feeling it made my heart ache. "I love you more than anything in this world."

I smiled, reaching up to cup his face, my fingers brushing gently along his jaw. "And I love you, to the moon and back." I whispered, barely able to find my voice through the happiness swelling within me.

For a long moment, we simply stood there, wrapped in each other, wrapped in a love so strong and so true it seemed to fill the entire night. And as we danced there, alone on that quiet road, bathed in the soft glow of the moonlight, I knew that this was a memory I'd carry in my heart forever.