Metallica one shots and headcannons

My immortal 🌙🤍(Kirk Hammett one shot)

I had this sad idea this night

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The clock reads 3:17 AM. It's been this way for weeks now—this time, forever etched in my mind. It's always the same hour when the loneliness becomes unbearable, when the silence is so loud that it drowns out everything else. The bed feels too big. The space beside me is empty. There's no weight beside me, no soft, steady breathing to soothe me back to sleep.

I miss him.

I toss and turn, trying to bury myself in the covers, but no matter how tightly I curl up, it's not enough. I can still feel the chill of the night creeping into my bones. The room feels so cold, so empty, and my heart... my heart is shattered.

Why did you have to leave me?

Tears prickle behind my eyes, and I bite my lip to hold them back, but it's useless. I close my eyes, but every time I do, his face flashes in my mind—his laugh, his touch, his warmth. The memories are so vivid, but they hurt just as much as they heal.

I sigh, dragging my hands through my hair in frustration. This has become my routine—lying awake, lost in thoughts of him, in the ache of not having him here with me. It's like trying to breathe underwater.

And then... I feel it. The air shifts. A chill. A presence.

I hold my breath, my heart skipping a beat. I know what this is. I turn my head slowly, the hairs on the back of my neck standing up.

"Y/n..."

No way. It can't be.

His voice, soft and familiar, laces through the stillness. I can't speak at first. I just stare, unable to breathe, unable to move, my heart thudding painfully in my chest. Is this a dream? Or is he really here?

I turn, and there he is. Kirk.

But he's not fully there, not in the way he used to be. He's like a shadow—a glowing figure, almost translucent, flickering with each breath I take. But it's him. It's his eyes, his smile, that same warmth radiating from him, despite his ethereal form.

"Kirk..." The word escapes my lips in a breathless whisper, as though saying his name might break this fragile illusion. He steps closer, his presence filling the room like a quiet comfort. "I couldn't stay away from you, Y/n," he says softly, his voice like a caress. "You're my everything. I couldn't just leave you alone like this."

I blink rapidly, trying to process this moment. I reach out, but my hand passes through his form, unable to touch him. My throat tightens, and I can feel the tears threatening again. "I miss you so much. Every night, every day... it's just... it's too much. I don't know how to live without you."

Kirk's expression softens, and his glowing figure flickers slightly. "I know. I know how hard it is. But I'm still here, Y/n. Not in the way we want... but I'm still here, with you. You're never alone. I won't let you be."

The words sink into me like a balm to my aching soul. But there's still that part of me that feels broken, that feels like I'll never be whole without him. "But... how am I supposed to move on?" I whisper, my voice trembling. "How do I keep going without you by my side? I don't know how to do this without you."

Kirk's gaze softens even more, and he takes a slow step closer. "I know it feels impossible, but you're stronger than you realize. I've always believed in you, Y/n. You have the strength to carry on. You always have."

I shake my head, my heart sinking. "I don't know if I can. You were everything to me, Kirk. You made me whole. Now that you're gone... I don't know how to keep going. I'm not the same person without you."

Kirk's gaze turns serious, almost pleading. "Y/n, please listen to me." He steps closer, his presence flickering as though it's harder for him to hold on. "I need you to promise me something."

I stare at him, unable to speak as my heart pounds harder in my chest. I want to say something, but the words are caught in my throat.

"Promise me," he says softly, "promise me you'll never forget me. Because if you remember me, I'll live forever in your heart. I can't bear to be just a memory, Y/n. I need you to carry me with you. Always."

His words pierce through the pain in my chest, and I feel an overwhelming wave of emotion wash over me. The thought of forgetting him—of letting go of all that we shared—feels impossible. The thought of losing him in every way... it's too much to bear.

"I promise," I whisper, barely able to keep the words from breaking as they leave my lips. "I promise I'll never forget you."

Kirk's figure flickers, brighter now, as if he's hearing the truth in my words. "Thank you," he says, his voice barely more than a breath. "You don't have to carry all this weight alone. I'm with you. Always. You'll feel me. You'll know I'm here."

I close my eyes, as if sealing the promise in my heart. "I won't forget," I say again, more firmly this time. "I'll carry you with me. You'll always be a part of me."

His form begins to fade, the soft glow around him dimming, but I feel an overwhelming sense of peace that I hadn't felt in so long. "Rest now," he says softly. "You need to sleep. I'll be here when you wake."

The room feels warmer, his presence still lingering like a soft light in the corner of my mind, a warmth that settles into my heart.

I lie back down, closing my eyes for the first time in what feels like forever. There's still an ache, yes. But it's different now. I've promised him. And somehow, I know—no matter how long it takes, no matter how many nights I spend alone—I will never be alone.

Kirk will always be with me.

As I drift into sleep, I feel the weight on my chest lift, replaced by a quiet, steady comfort. And as the edges of my consciousness blur, I hear his voice one last time.

"Y/n... wait for me."

I smile softly, the tears still in my eyes. "Kirk... I will. I don't know when, but when I do, we'll meet again."

And with that, I finally find comfort. I finally found peace.