Metallica one shots and headcannons

Love and Snowball Fights❄(Kirk Hammett one shot)

The fire crackled softly in the fireplace, filling the room with a warm, golden glow. The snow outside was falling thick and fast, creating a blanket of white that covered the world outside. Inside, however, it was perfect. Kirk and I were nestled under a pile of blankets, mugs of steaming hot cocoa in our hands, and the world felt like it had paused, just for us.

Kirk leaned back into the couch, his arm wrapped casually around my shoulders. I leaned into him, taking a long sip of my hot cocoa, letting the sweetness and warmth spread through me. Life didn't get much better than this.

"I've been thinking," Kirk began, his voice breaking the comfortable silence.I looked up at him from over the rim of my mug. "Uh-oh. That's usually not a good sign." He grinned, his eyes lighting up with that mischievous sparkle I knew too well. "It's a great sign, actually. I was thinking, what's the point of all this snow outside if we're not making the most of it?"

I raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean 'making the most of it'? I think this hot cocoa and this blanket are pretty much the peak of winter activities." Kirk, however, was already standing up, stretching with that confident look on his face. "How about a snowball fight?"

I blinked, staring up at him like he'd just suggested we go run a marathon in the snow. "A snowball fight? Are you serious?" "Yes! Why not? We've got the perfect amount of snow out there, and besides, I'm already practicing my aim," he said, tossing a snowball-sized chunk of fluff into the air as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

I shook my head, not entirely convinced. "It's freezing out there, Kirk. I'm not about to go throw snowballs when my cocoa's still hot and the fireplace's still crackling. You can't seriously expect me to leave this warmth just for a snowball fight." "Oh, I do," he teased, moving toward the door and throwing a glance over his shoulder. "Come on, Y/N. It'll be fun. And hey, we'll get to say we defeated the cold."

I sighed dramatically, curling further into the blankets. "Yeah, you'll be the one getting defeated when I destroy you with my snowball skills." Kirk froze in his tracks, turning to me with a grin. "Oh really? You think you can beat me? I've got the reflexes of a snow ninja." I raised an eyebrow. "A snow ninja? I'm not sure that's a thing, Kirk."

"It is now," he said with confidence. "But hey, if you're scared—" "I'm not scared," I cut him off, standing up quickly and narrowing my eyes at him. "I'll show you how it's done. I'll kill you with my snowballs, and then you'll see who the true champion is."

His grin widened, and I could tell he was getting exactly what he wanted. He loved when I got competitive. "Alright, you're on. I hope you've been working on your aim, because you're going to need it." I threw my scarf around my neck and followed him out into the cold, though I wasn't happy about it. The chill hit me immediately, sending a shiver through my body. I wrapped my arms tighter around myself, glaring at Kirk as he made his way to the garden, already eyeing the perfect spot to build a snow fort.

"You're really making me do this," I muttered, stamping my feet to keep warm. "You better be ready, Kirk. I'm going to make you regret this decision." "I'm counting on it," he called over his shoulder, clearly loving the whole thing. "But just so you know, I'll be taking no prisoners."

I shook my head as I looked at the snow-covered garden. "You're so going down." We stood facing each other in the middle of the yard, the snow crunching beneath our feet, and for a moment, it felt like time stopped. The challenge was in the air, but so was something else—something warmer. The playful tension, the warmth of knowing we were about to share another ridiculous, fun memory together.

Kirk was the first to throw. His snowball flew through the air, and while I dodged it, I couldn't help but laugh. "Is that your big move?" "Just getting warmed up," he shot back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. I grabbed a snowball from the ground and whipped it at him, aiming for his shoulder. It hit its mark, and I couldn't help but feel a little victorious.

"Gotcha," I said, holding my hands up in mock triumph. He spun around, his eyes narrowing as he dove into a fresh pile of snow, crafting his next attack. "That was a lucky shot," he muttered. "But don't get too cocky." I stood at the ready, preparing for his next move. "I don't need luck," I said with a grin, forming a snowball. "I've got skills."

The battle continued. Snowballs flew through the air, hitting their marks—sometimes my shoulder, sometimes his hair, but always with laughter ringing in the cold air. Every time I thought I had him cornered, he'd escape, laughing like he was having the time of his life.

But then, after a particularly well-aimed snowball from him that nearly knocked me over, I stopped and took a deep breath, eyes narrowed in determination. "No more Mr. Nice Girl," I said, winking at him. "Oh? What's that supposed to mean?" Kirk asked, clearly intrigued by the new intensity in my voice. I grinned, suddenly ready for war. "It means you're about to see just how deadly my snowballs can be."

I threw snowball after snowball, faster than he could react, hitting him in the chest, the face, and even in his ear. He was so caught off guard by the sudden shift in my intensity that he had no time to retaliate.

Finally, after what felt like hours of back-and-forth, I threw the perfect snowball, hitting him square in the chest with a satisfying thud. He staggered backward, laughing, but I could tell I'd won. I crossed my arms and stood there, victorious. "That's what happens when you challenge me." Kirk shook his head, brushing the snow off of him with a grin. "Alright, alright. You win this round. But next time—"

"Next time, I'm going to make you regret challenging me," I interrupted, laughing.He stepped closer, his expression softening, and pulled me into his arms. "But you know what, Y/N? I think you're still the most beautiful when you're covered in snow and all competitive." I smiled, tilting my head up to meet his eyes. "Next time, I'll be even deadlier." He laughed, kissing me on the forehead. "I'll be ready."