Metallica one shots and headcannons

A night among the stars💫 (Kirk Hammett one shot)

 The power went out just as I finished setting the table. The soft hum of the holiday playlist I'd curated all week disappeared, plunging the apartment into silence. I stood there, holding the plate of cookies I'd just pulled from the oven, staring at the now-dark Christmas tree.

"Seriously?" I muttered, placing the cookies down with a huff.

From the couch, Kirk let out a dramatic sigh. "Well, so much for the cozy Christmas vibe you planned." His voice was teasing, but I could hear the disappointment laced underneath.

I sighed, sinking into the chair opposite him. "I wanted this to be perfect. The dinner, the lights, the music..." I trailed off, gesturing at the darkened room.

Kirk was quiet for a moment, then stood, grabbing the thick plaid blanket from the back of the couch. "Come on."

I raised an eyebrow. "Come where? We're kind of stuck here until the power comes back."

"Exactly," he said, already slipping his boots on by the door. "Which means it's the perfect time to improvise. Trust me, you'll love it."

Despite my grumbling, I followed him, bundling up in my coat and scarf as he led me up the narrow staircase to the rooftop. The cold air bit at my cheeks when we stepped outside, but the view stopped me in my tracks.

The city, usually alive with flashing lights and bustling noise, was almost completely dark. Above us stretched an endless expanse of stars, more vibrant than I'd ever seen in my life. The snow shimmered in the faint moonlight, and everything was so still, it felt like we were the only two people in the world.

"Oh," I breathed, forgetting my earlier frustration. "It's beautiful."

Kirk grinned, already spreading the blanket on the ground. "I thought you might like it. Come on, stargazer."

I rolled my eyes but smiled, sitting down next to him and pulling the blanket over both of us. The snow was soft beneath us, and the chill in the air made it impossible not to huddle close.

"Look," he said, pointing upward. "That's Orion. See the three stars in a row? That's his belt. It's one of the easiest constellations to find."

I followed his finger and spotted the line of stars cutting through the night sky. "Oh, I see it. And the rest?"

He tilted his head slightly. "The two bright ones above are his shoulders, and the ones below are his feet. The legend says he's a hunter, chasing across the heavens forever."

I leaned back against him, gazing at the constellation. "That's kind of poetic. Orion feels like the perfect one to watch over a night like this."

"Why's that?" Kirk asked, his voice soft.

"Because he's constant," I said. "No matter where we are, we'll always see him up there. It's like he's anchoring the sky, keeping it steady."