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viking-writing · 5 months

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Hallo hallo!💕 HAPPY NEW YEARS/GODT NYTTÅR!🎉

I'm planning on getting the first fic in my Rammstein AU fic series done in 2024! Hopefully before the end of January as that is Rammsteins 30th anniversary-month (Or so I've been told?) but 2024 is their anniversary year anyway so I'll be done long before the end of this year with the first fic in the series! 😁

@marimayscarlett you need to help me with some of the german so you get to read all the chapters before everyone else! ^^

Here is a sneak peak on some of my OC's.

I've actually found at least one of them on "thispersondoesnotexist.com" and it was surreal how the looks matched so perfectly with how I visioned him in my head. Especially considering how the page just makes random AI persons every single time you refresh. I even ended up finding TWO pictures of him (the two fake men look nearly identical and it was beyond perfect for how I visioned him!)

I'll save the "realistic pictures" for some other time. Instead enjoy some piccrew avatars I made of some of my OC's (with some added facts. Warning; this is a long read so if you don't bother you can just look at the avatars instead)

Name: Cornelia Francesca (II/the 2nd.). However she prefers to only go by "Cornelia" or "Nelia" for short.

Gender: Cis woman

Pronouns: She/Her

Sexuality: Pansexual

Nationality: That depends on what you lay in the meaning "nationality" (She is mostly German by blood but she was born and grew up in France.)

Facial features: Very pale skin (her veins are mostly visible) and her face is heartshaped. She considers her chin to be "too long and sharp-pointed" and with her big dark- blue, doll-like eyes and blonde curly locks she is often underrestimated or "sweet-talked". Her brows are Blonde/white/nearly "invisible", and her upper lip is slightly bigger than her lower lip, which sometimes could be mistaken for a "frowning pout". Furthermore her lips has no cupids bow. Lastly she "wishes she could have had freckles or beauty marks" as she "finds such to be very unique and beautiful."

Body type: She is tall and has an Hour glass figure. She is naturally heavy chested while her waist is small both by birth and "by the aid of corsets."

Piercings and tattoos: None. Trying to pierce a hole into her would "be a waste of time."

Diet: Vegetarian (mostly). She doesn't mind eating eggs or drinking milk as long as its from trusted farms.

Musical taste: Her taste in music is vast and consist of any genre, from any decade. She doesn't have any favorite band or artist in particular as she doesn't like to place any artist or band "up on a pedestal" as they are "all to be considered talented and should therefore all be equally appreciated".

Fashion sense: Anything from disorted jeans to long ruffled lace skirts. Her most "outraged/scandalous" fashion statement are probably the times when she likes to adjust/modify her corsets so they would fit over jeans and t-shirts. However she doesn't like bold prints or too strong colors, except deep blue or deep red. She wish she could have earrings but as already mentioned: piercing her ears would be a waste of time. She likes wearing necklaces that are simple and not too flashy: anything from simple stone pendants to single colored heavy laced chokers though as for pearls, she has "always found them too mature looking."

Name: Bas (He thinks his mother gave him way too many names, so he prefers to only use the first one.)

Gender: Cis man

Pronouns: He/Him (but he won't correct you if you say they/them.)

Sexuality: Asexual & Aromantic He thinks Romance is ok in movies and books...but "in real life he is good with having family and friends!"

Nationality: The Republic of the Congo.

Skin color: Black "and beautiful" as he would usually say.

Facial features: A rounded face. Bald head he lost his hair due to "some hair...disease?" He doesn't remember what it was called, and "he doesn't really care. Without hair it's easier for him to get ready in the morning and then he can have plenty of time to do fun things!". His nose is wide and short with wide nostrils. He really likes his nose, and the rest of his face! His facial hair is usually scruffy or cleaned shaved. He "tried to grow a moustache, once....and it turned out all patchy so he never wants to do it again!". He has black/dark brown puppy- eyes which according to him means he can "get whatever he wants? No he is probably too old for that trick!" . His eyes have dark circles and a few wrinkles under them but he knows that "in his age being tired is a cool lifestyle, so the dark circles are matching great!".

Body Type: A little on the heavier side with a little portruding tummy, which is alright! He is "exactly how he wants to be and no one can tell him otherwise!"

Piercings and tattoos: Both of his ear lobes are pierced with a metal/silvery earring. He wish he could get tattoos but thinks he "probably wouldn't tolerate that much pain over such a long period of time."

Diet: "Anything goes." He thinks "pasta is boring unless you add some mushroom, a hearty meat sauce and spinach." He thinks "seafood is alright. Shrimps are very good" but to him "nothing beats a well done burger and salty fries!" He thinks that chickens tastes good but that "the source material looks messed up when it runs around and has feathers on it." Basically he thinks all birds are scary and that they "should stay as far away from him as possible!"

Favorite type of music: Bas likes most music but claims that Opera "is the worst." He also thinks that lyrical Jazz that is "too upbeat" sounds "weird and too loud/too confusing." Slow, Classical or electronic music is wonderful if he "wants to relax." He doesn't really appreciate Reggea music too much although "Mark" (Markus) has tried his best to show him "the beauty of it." Soul music is ok, but can get a bit too "screamy/naggy" after a while...

Fashion sense: He loves to wear colorful t- shirts, matched up with a well used, black suit jacket or black, wool coat jacket. Nearly all of his shirts has mostly either vibrant colors or has a cool pattern on them. But it has to be a pattern that is "repetitive and isn't too overwelming". According to himself he "probably doesn't own a single pair of suit pants." In addition to the colorful t-shirts and hoodies; dark or standard colored jeans, comfy shorts and sweatpants is what he "prefers to live in, depending on the season." A hat, preferably a cap worn the "correct way and not backwards" is a "must to protect his head from being burned". He loves colorful hoodies and brown or red scarfs. He doesn't like to wear beanies, because he thinks it "makes him look like the stereotypical black burglar/rapper guy". As for jewelry he doesn't bother to wear any except for the wrist watch he got from his dad, and his standard black or silvery gray earrings. He thinks goldchains are "super corny and he wouldn't be caught dead or alive wearing one! Not even if someone paid him!" As for shoes; regular short laced up leather boots are "easy to wear and they go with anything". Either that or he likes to wear black sneakers, as white sneakers, according to him "would again make him look too much of a rapper guy or some kid trying to impress someone".

Name: Markus E. Weiss and "please don't ever call him "Mark" or "Markie" or any other shortened nicknames as he doesn't appreciate that".

Gender: Male. He says he "doesn't understand the meaning or the need for the word cis. " He also says he "won't understand what 'being trans' means." Hopefully he can be thought otherwise.

Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: Straight

Nationality: West-German (the former GDR)

Skin color: White

Facial features: He thinks his face is pretty average and oval shaped, especially for "a man in his age". He has a slightly rounded, slightly pointed chin. His blue medium big, slightly down-turned eyes is for the most part behind a pair of silvery steel, squared shaped glasses. He has been told he has very "kind but sad looking eyes". His brown hair that has "gotten lighter with age", is sually sleeked back without any shaved sides. His hair tends to get very wavy the day after he has showered. His nose is slightly downturned with a slightly narrow- rounded tip and he thinks it looks "pretty average just like most of his face". He has pretty straight teeth except for one upper tooth off to the side that is a little shorter than the rest. His ears are a little portruding. His lips are thin, and it makes him look very mischeavious whenever he is lightly smiling.

Body type: "Asymmetrical" and he is "too embarrassed to tell you how/why". Although he believes he is "quite fit for a man of his age he "knows its only a question of time before he gets thinner or gets a belly/tummy just like most men his age if they don't regularly work out".

Piercings and tattoos: None. Because he thinks that "such things doesn't look right. Except for earrings", but for him earrings "belong in the past with his long hair and big sunglasses."

Diet: What he is being served, which is mostly vegetarian food now...unless "there is a special delivery that contains meat in it". He doesn't drink alcohol. He likes a good stew or "anything that is homemade with lots of love and tradition" but all in all he "isn't really picky on trying out new types of food".

Favorite type of music: He mostly listens to classic rock, or 80's rock, although "Soul and Reggea with a meaning has the sound that makes the world go around." He thinks Patti Smith, Pat Benatar and Annie Lennox are "very underrated." Some of his favorite artists includes Patti Smith, Queen, The Doors, David Bowie, The Ramones and The Rolling Stones. He "doesn't really care that much for hip hop, but they are talented in singing fast/rapping, but it just isn't what he would listen to".

Fashion sense: He mostly wears his uniform. Sometimes he wears the black turtle neck without the gray uniform jacket, and pairs this with the gray or navy blue uniform pants or black suit pants. He "probably doesn't own more than one pair of jeans but he swears that velvet bell-bottom pants were everything when he was younger!" He likes to sleep in black or dark gray sweat pants paired with old washed out band t-shirts or single colored (dark blue, white, dark gray or black) long-sleeves. When he is at work he has a silver pocket watch attached to his suitjacket or fastened by the hip at the belt of his suit/uniform pants. He thinks its "practical that the watch can be attached to the belt if it becomes too hot to wear the uniform jacket".)

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That was some of the characters , but I'm also adding a little bonus. Richard Z Kay in a fancy halloween costume/sexy vampire bat-costume! I swear this character is always so extra. It's funny how real-life Richard Kruspe is one of my least favorite Rammstein member, but in my fic series he is actually one of my favorite characters and I am going to defend him at any cost! I honestly wish he was real and that we could hang out not just "in my head/imagination".

Name: Richard Zee Kay/ RZK/Richard Z. Kruspe/Richard Zven/Sven Kruspe Landers. (The list could be endless for a diva like him!)

Gender: male, bclaims that "sometimes he is a whole gender for himself that should NOT be messed with and always have his way or isn't "diva" considered a gender?"

Pronouns: He/him/"Katchen/Fab/Herr Fab/Frau Fab/Divalicious😘".

Sexuality: PAULsexual ❤ ("it's ok to be GAY"/fab-sexual)

Nationality: West Germany (former West-Berlin.)

Skin color: White or fake/real tan

Facial features: A very sharp jawline and a sharp chin, that he hates as it "looks way too masculine". He has ususally "neatly plucked brows". His eyes are big and blue but slightly downturned. His hair is naturally brown and thick/wavy but he used to have "awful blonde dreadlocks which wasn't his choice by the way". Nowadays (at the beginning of the story) he mostly keeps his hair short and dyes it black and "unlike your neighbour or your aunt he is a master colorist and knows EXACTLY what he is doing!" He has according to his husband Paul and his best friend Thalia a "charming, slightly boy-ish smile especially after he had his teeth properly cleaned and fixed". Another thing that Thalia and Paul has told him is that "his face is really expressive, especially when he disprooves/shows a disgust or confusion about something". He doesn't like his own nose as "it could have been a lot shorter" but his husband Paul has claimed that "that would probably make him look like Michael Jackson AFTER plastic surgery" so Richard slowly accepted the nose that "the universe gave him." He has thin lips, but according to him, his husband Paul "has never complained...if ya know what he means? 😉"

Body type: Richard "used to be a twink-teen in the 80's and early 90's (he was born in 1973 in my fic series) but has bulked up A LOT since then! 💪" He now (at the beginning of the story) has a strong v-shaped back with back-dimples something Paul seemingly "knows to take advantage of 😉" According to Paul, Richard's broad upper body is "both a turn on and an odd threat". Richard would now describe himself as "a friendly but bossy hunk with an ass that is bigger, more perfect and more plump than yours will ever be!". Further he claims that he "takes great pride in keeping his ass that way" and that "it's reserved for Paul H. Landers anygays so don't you even bother!". Richard describes his chest as "more amazing than whatever cleavage you will ever have." Further he says that "unfortunally he wasn't given a big dick that would match his big attitude", but he also tries to remind himself about how Paul always tells him that he "has a beautiful penis/Schwanz...just the way it is". In other words: Richard's below average dick size doesn't affect his self esteem "as much as it used to before he met Paul" and he claims "he owes this to his wonderful husband who loves him as him ❤".

Diet: "Anything goes as long as HE or any other professionally trained chef has prepared the food, because he used to be a chef before he became a hair stylist and master colorist". He claims that the reason for why he quit as a chef was "as much as he loved making food, it got too warm and stressful in the restaurant-kitchen and that just spiked his anxiety to the max!"). He prefers pasta or pizza and "didn't like soups at first but Paul convinced him and now he is hooked on all kinds of soups just as much as his husband!" He tries to eat as much proteins as he can "without chugging down on protein shakes, and actually if he can avoid having to drink those nasty shakes again and still get bulked up nicely, then that would be perfect!"

Piercings/tattoos: He "used to rock a belly button after he first started dating Paul but it rejected, and yes he is still upset by that." As for jewelry he first "shared one of Paul's silvery or black earrings and thought it was cute that they could wear one, each, until Paul began to nag on him to get it back for the sake of symmetry". Which "gave him the push to save money for another hole in the 2nd ear and finally buy his own earrings". Other than that he has been thinking about "getting a tongue piercing or a brow piercing" and although Paul seems to be "very supportive of the tongue piercing, he thinks Richard first needs to decide an actual SHAPE of his brow before he gets it pierced so sadly it never happened". As for tattoos, Richard doesn't have any but he claims that for a short time he "dead-seriously wanted to have 'Property of Paul L.' or 'Property of Heiko' (Paul's birth name.)" tattooed above his ass, but "Paul talked him out of it". He has also thought about getting a tattoo of a guitar on his wrist or shoulder that would "symbolize that his husband used to be a punk guitarist in a band in the 80's and early 90's". Another tattoo that Richard is still considering is "cool, diagonally aligned black stars on both of his hips."

Favorite type of music: "Paul's moans, laughter and guitar riffs🥰"... KISS. Scorpions. Firehouse "just to mention a few". He says he "loves to listen to any brutal Death Metal song, anything by Nine Inch Nails, Feeling B, Depeche Mode, The Ramones, The Sex Pistols or Danzig whenever he is jogging or lifting weights." He claims to have "always been a fan of 80's and 90's synth pop, goth, and punk and swears that his favorite punk band now is Feeling B" which was Paul's former band who disbanded sometime in the early 90's, but with a last concert in the early 00's. Some other of Richard's favorite bands/artists includes Sisters of Mercy. The Mission. London After Midnight. The Lords of The Church. Death. The Misfits. The Clash.Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. Tool. Slayer. Kreator. DIO. Lamb of God. Accept. White Snake. Nazareth. Meshugga... but "the list could go on and on but it's mostly guys with deep and kinda depressive voices.. " After he started dating Paul, Richard got into David Bowie and the industrial metal band Hindenburg" (although in your universe/the real world, they are known as Rammstein) while Thalia got him into liking Eisbrecher and darker techno.

Fashion sense: "The best!💋" according to himself; no matter what Paul, Thalia or anyone else tells him.

#OC's character cards #I think even the characters that are based on the rammstein bois are considered low key OC's #because their personalities and likes and dislikes are very distinct #the viking writes #rammstein au fic #rammstein au fic series #rammstein fic #wip rammstein fic series #rammstein wip #fic richard kruspe #my fic richard kruspe #rammstein fic richard kruspe #oc's from wip rammstein fic series #oc's rammstein fic #oc's piccrew #oc's rammstein fic piccrew #rammstein wip fic #rammstein fic wip

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marimayscarlett · 5 months

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I love the interactions between Olli and Richard though rare! But when I get to see videos, it warms my heart!

Hi 👋

Oh let me tell you, I love those two dearly. When they meet on stage, their interaction always seems so genuine, spontaneous and heartfelt. I really enjoy seeing these two interact and honestly, Olichard is such an underrated ship, but I sail on it into the sunset to no end 😤✋🏼 (crying regularly that there are only a few fanfics about them). Anyway, here are some of my favourite moments of them being cute/goofy/very cool together:

Feeling groovy I guess ✨ [source]

Absolute cat behaviour 😽🐈 [source]

I don't even know what this is, 'string instrument mating dance' maybe (at least I hope so) [source]

No entry into the cryptid area for the chicken man >:( [source]

Two more cute (including one hands-on moment 😌) moments:

In conclusion: I love them 🖤

#rammstein #Flammkuchen ship #most tasty ship there is #richard kruspe #oliver riedel #ask #thank you so much for your message 🤍#olichard #i need more olichard i'm begging please #not me listening to 'nobody but you' by the Backstreet Boys on repeat writing this ask smh #after Paulchard this ship is my favourite and i just. I'm craving more and I don't find a lot of good fics and I'm dying #i didn't find any of the gifs through the tumblr gif search so had to link the sources like a damn cave man

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thegothicviking · 29 days

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Context: years ago I "made this" scenario/mini fic (?) all from scratch! (yes I did type all the color and font changes every time and I didn't copy or paste anything although I should have as this took me a solid 3-5 hours to make!😑)

Glad I screenshotted it or I probably would have never found it again! Anygays..here is:

4 of the Rammstein boys if they were in early 00's chat rooms!

Enjoy this shit show ❤:

#please give me some love for this because it was painful to make #could I have include Schneider and Ollie #yes I could have..and maybe I continue thia cringy 00's saga #this is like a mini fic in a chat room setting.. I am oddly proud of this #what I make whenever my ritalin leaves my body #the viking writes #rammstein #rammstein fic #till lindemann #paul landers #richard kruspe #flake lorenz #rammstein funny #rammstein memes #rammstein inaccurate quotes

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nichtaufgewacht · 11 months

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Wir sind die Könige, chapter 15.

Read it here on ao3. 🖤

It’s been a year. I know! But the muses came back I guess, so enjoy!

#rammstein #till lindemann #richard kruspe #paul landers #christoph schneider #oliver riedel #flake lorenz #rammstein as greek gods #greek gods au #this took me a while and it was painful #but i loved how it turned out #please enjoy 🖤#my fics #mareavera

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myrammmortal · 24 days

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Chapter 20, another day of being a walking clothesrack

AN: I sed I dnoty ker wut u fink! stof pflamin ok prepz!1 fangz 2 raven 4 da help!1 oh yah btw ill be un vacation in transilvania 4 da nex 3 dayz so dnot expect updatz.

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All day I wondered what the surprise was. Meanwhile, I pot on a blak ledder hotpants, a blak corset with urple lace stuff all over it, an black gothic compact boots. Die Woodys were gong 2 do the concert again, since Volxemort had taken over the last one. I slit my wrists while I moshed 2 MCR in my bedroom all night, feeling excited. Suddenly someone knocked on the door while I was trying on sum black clothes and moshing to Fang u 4 da Venom. I gut all mad and turned it of, but sacredly I hopped inside dat it was Richard so we could do it again.

“Wut de fucking hell r u doing!” I shouted angrily. It was Loopin! “R u gonna cum rape me or what.” I yelled. I was allowed to say dat because Till had told us all 2 be careful around hem and Flake since he was a pedo.

“No, actshelly (geddit, hell) kan I plz burrow sum condemns.” he growld angrily.

“Yah, so u can fuk ur six-yr-old gurlfriend, huh?” I shouted sarkastikally.

“Fuker.” He said, gong away.

Well anyway, I put on some black eyesharow, black eyeliner, and some black lipstick and white foundation. Then I went. Den I gasped…………………………………………………………….Flake and Loopin were in da middle of da empty hall, doin it, and Dobby was watching!1

“Oh my god you ludacris idiot!” they both shooted angrily when they saw me. Dobby ran away crying. Dey got up, though. Normally I wood have ben turned on (I luv cing guyz do it) but both of them were fuking preps. (btw snake is movd 2 griffindoor now)

“WTF is that why u wanted condoms?” I asked sadistically. (c I speld dat)

“Only you wouldn’t give them to me!” Lumpkin shouted angrily.

“Well you shoulda told me.” I replayed.

“You dimwit!.” Flake began 2 shoot angrily. And then………I took out my black camera and took a pic of them. U could see that they were naked and everything.

“Well xcuse me!” they both shouted angrily. “What was dat al about?”

“It wuz to blackmail u.” I snarked. “So now next time you see me doing it with my boyfriend you cant fuking rat me out or I’ll show dis to Till. So fuck off, u bastards!” I started to run. They chased me but I threw my wound at them and dey tripped over it. Well anyway, I went outside and there was Vampire, looking extremely fucking hot.

“WTF where’d Richard?” I asked him.

“Oh he’s bein a fucking bastard. He told me he wouldn’t cum.” Vampire said shaking his hed. “U wanna cum with me? 2 the concert?”

Then….. he showed me his flying car. I gasped. It was a black car. He said his dogfather Serious Blak had given it 2 him. The license plate on the front sed MCR666 on it. The one on da back said ‘ENOBY’ on it.

……….I gasped.

We flew to the concert hall. Die Woodys were there, playing.

Vampire and I began 2 make out, moshing to the muzik. I gapsed, looking at da band.

I almost had an orgasim. Pascal was so fucking hot! He begin 2 sing ‘Fichtl's lied’ and his sexah beautiful voice began 2 fill the hall. ……….And den, I heard some crrying. I turned and saw Richard, cryin in a corner.

#I know it's supposed to be MCR #but it's really starting to upset me how this is a mcr wank fic with some other characters thrown in #so i'm changing them into a lot of different singers #often horrible #my rammmortal #christoph schneider #fanfic #flake lorenz #oliver riedel #paul landers #rammstein #rammstein fanfic #richard kruspe #till lindemann

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notafraidofredyellowandblue · 4 months

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okay, hear me out...

The team from Telegrapher loudspeakers (who we know from sharing a recent vid with Richard with their gear) went to the NAMM show (which i gather is a big show in the tech-people music scene)

...and they mention visitors from Rammstein team and 'other friends we can't mention here'...

...so my fanfic-spidey-sense is imagining Richard being there ❤️🖤

(okay, Sky van Hof is more likely, but one can dream... 😊)

#and ofcourse my really fic inspiration would be Paul going too 😄#who knows if it turns up in a one shot #richard's gear #richard kruspe

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sushler · 2 years

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"Schneider shamefacedly bowed his head apologetically and tried to look Zven in the eye.

"Hey, listen to me," he looked up at him, his expression miserable, "I'm sorry I forced you do that... I just... you're my friend and it's so bad to see you like this."

Richard grabbed the blanket he'd covered himself with.” - Asylum (Chapter 4 by my Rammstein story)

I published this story on 8 September 2022. If you are interested there is a link click here :)

#drawing #my art lol #maybe delete idk #digital #rammstein #rammbois #rammstein fanfiction #richard z kruspe #rzk #christoph schneider #doom schneider #aunty doing somethin #fanfic fanart #this fic contains Paulchard #angst #hurt/comfort

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jellybelly30 · 2 years

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The last week or so has been really mentally draining. Outside events tipped my mental health over the edge. Losing my precious cat, Luna, just made things worse. She went very suddenly, and without warning, and so we’re all still trying to process her loss. But I’ve taken steps to try and get back on track, and knowing that we’re keeping our promise to Luna(she’s coming back to us, no matter what) is helping.

So hopefully, if I can stay focused and calm, I may just get back in the writing saddle again. If you’ve sent me any prompts, they have been noted and added to my writing list. Asks are open for any Paulchard prompts/headcanon questions and general silliness.

#richard kruspe #paul landers #paulchard #i love talking about my paulchard muses #adventures in fic writing

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undyingghoul · 1 year

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I'll Calm Your Storm

Pairing: Richard Kruspe x Paul Landers Warnings: Anxiety attack Summary: Richard would never admit it to anyone besides his boyfriend Paul, but sometimes before a big event, he’d get anxiety attacks. Sometimes they were smaller and sometimes they were bigger. In most cases, they were just minor anxiety attacks that would go away quickly, but he wasn’t as lucky at other times. This time happened to be one where he was very unlucky. Notes: My first fic for Rammstein... A little nervous but I've got good hopes! I hope it's enjoyable

Richard would never admit it to anyone besides his boyfriend Paul, but sometimes before a big event, he’d get anxiety attacks. Sometimes they were smaller and sometimes they were bigger. In most cases, they were just minor anxiety attacks that would go away quickly, but he wasn’t as lucky at other times. This time happened to be one where he was very unlucky. It was ten minutes before they went on stage to perform their biggest concert yet and Richard was a mess. He was pacing back and forth in his dressing room, tears streaming down his face as he hyperventilated. His entire body shook and his hands which had once been struggling to find someplace to rest finally fisted into his hair. His legs gave out from beneath him and he fell to the ground in a crumpled heap, a small cry leaving him as he hit the ground hard. Richard’s arms dropped and wrapped around his body as tight as they could, trying his best to comfort himself. When there was a knock at the door he glanced at the clock on the wall to check the time. Taking note that there were still seven minutes until showtime he looked back at the door and tried his best to pull himself together. “C-Come in,” He forced out, trying his best to sound like he wasn’t having what could’ve been his worst anxiety attack yet. “Richard- Good god… Are you okay?” Richard forced himself to look Paul in the eyes and immediately spiraled again. Paul was quick to shut the door behind him and come sit a few feet away from Richard, catching his boyfriend when he fell into him. “Sonnenschein…” Paul whispered gently, holding Richard close to him and rubbing his back gently. Richard started to calm down very slowly but Paul knew he had to get him to calm down faster. “Meine liebe, can you count from ten to one, please? I’ll count with you as well,” Paul asked gently and Richard sniffled a bit before nodding. Richard slowly started to count down from ten with Paul and in between each number Paul would give Richard a kiss on the cheek or a kiss on his forehead. Paul loved hearing the small laughs the kisses drew from his boyfriend and kept doing it all the way down to one where he pressed a gentle kiss to his lips.

Richard sighed heavily and went limp in Paul’s hold. “Any better, Reesh?” Paul asked softly, pulling his phone out of his pocket. “Yeah, definitely much better but I can still feel a little bit of anxiety in my stomach,” Richard answered, watching Paul do something on his phone until he heard soft music playing. “We’ve got roughly five minutes until showtime Richard, that’s enough time for one of your comfort songs,” Paul said and held Richard even closer to him. The two of them spent those five minutes on the floor cuddled close and listening to the song Paul was playing on his phone. Richard smiled and tilted his head up to give Paul a kiss on the cheek and then his lips. Paul laughed quietly and returned both kisses just as the song ended and a knock echoed through the room. “Let’s go, show time!” A stage crew member said from the other side and Paul pressed a big kiss to the top of Richard’s head. Paul helped Richard up and set his phone on the charger next to Richard’s before being enveloped by a tight hug from the lead guitarist. “Thank you, Paul…” Richard mumbled. Paul hugged him back just as tight and smiled. “Of course Richard, you know I’ll always be here to calm your storms,” He replied before letting go of Richard and taking his hand in his. “Now, we’ve got a show to go perform. Let’s give it our all and our best!” Paul cheered as he pulled Richard out of the room and towards the stage while Richard laughed and followed behind his boyfriend.

#rammstein #richard kruspe #paul landers #paulchard #rammstein fanfiction

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reeshyz · 1 year

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Title: Sugar and spice make Christmas nice Pairing: Paul Landers / Richard Z. Kruspe Presentee: @cuteoutlaw Prompt: Naughty and Nice Warnings/Tags: Dumb ideas | mutual pinning | misunderstandings | sick fic Word Count: 2.574 Summary: When Till mentions that Paul has a ‘naughty or nice’ list, Richard wants to do anything to be on the good side of that list. Read on Ao3: here

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“Can’t we try it again?” Richard asks, stopping his fingers on his guitar. He knows most of them are probably rolling their eyes again, but he doesn’t care about that right now. Instead he focuses on Paul, who’s sitting opposite from him.

Paul sighs too.

Shit.

“I told you it wouldn’t work,” Paul says and he sounds a bit annoyed too. Richard knows that they can do it, if Paul would only listen to him. He looks down at his guitar and frowns. He doesn’t want another ‘Mutter’ fiasco but this is his favorite song on the album and he wants it to be perfect.

“Bitte? Für mich?” Richard says and he can hear that Paul takes another deep breath. Richard ignores Flake’s grumbling behind him. He isn’t a guitarist, he wouldn’t understand anyway.

“I will think about it. But I like the song as it is,” Paul says and Richard nods slowly. He doesn’t want to sound too controlling again, but he loves his solos the most, when he ironically can share them with Paul.

“I just… it would look awesome if we could play it together on stage. We could walk over to each other and…,” Richard starts but then he shrugs and turns away. Maybe the idea had been stupid, but so far he had almost no interaction at all with Paul on stage and he hates that.

Sue him.

“And kiss,” Till says next to him and Richard surely flushes a bright red. He tries to laugh it off, when everyone - even Paul! - starts to laugh as well, but he makes sure to glare at Till as well. He should’ve never told him about his feelings.

“Very funny,” Paul says and he throws a paper ball at Till, who catches it easily enough and promptly throws it right into Ollie’s mug of coffee. Ollie then drinks out of it without caring at all, looking Till right into his eyes while doing it. This band is a bunch of idiots.

“Well I need a break,” Schneider announces, despite him being on the phone constantly for the last hour. Not that Richard would mention that.

“Yeah me too,” Flake agrees and they both slowly get up. Richard almost joins them for a cigarette but he stays anyway. Maybe he could talk to Paul alone for a moment. Ollie is gone before anyone can say something else.

“No I don’t wanna hear another word,” Paul says, before Richard can even open his mouth and that is just rude. Richard pouts and Till snickers next to him.

“But you’re my guitar husband, shouldn’t you understand me?” Richard asks and he knows that it’s kinda mean to use Paul’s words against him but who cares. Paul frowns adorably at him and Richard’s stomach makes a somersault.

Ich liebe dich so sehr, his mind screams at him. His mouth stays closed though. Better like this. He had to learn this the hard way.

“Okay, fine. But I don’t understand. Tell me the real reason you want me to share this part,” Paul says and he crosses his arms. Richard sits back in his seat and tries to come up with an excuse.

“Don’t even think about lying,” Paul says, when Richard opens his mouth.

He closes it again.

“Yeah lying will get you on Paul’s naughty list,” Till says and he’s laughing again. Richard looks at his best friend and frowns. Naughty list could either be something really stupid or something… rather sexy.

“What does that mean?” Richard asks, his damn curiosity getting the better out of him. He almost bites down on his tongue, when he sees Till’s grin.

“Well Paulchen here had a lovely idea for Christmas this year. We all agreed that this year we wanted to gift each other something, only Paul disagreed,” Till says and Richard nods. He looks back to Paul who grins, but it also looks as if he’s not really sure what Till wants.

“Yeah?”

“Well Paul will only give people something for Christmas, who are on his ‘Nice List’ this year. If you continue to annoy him you will be on his ‘Naughty List’. Means no present,” Till says and Richard blinks at him.

“Really? But I thought you would make your christmas cookies again?” Richard looks back to Paul, who’s smiling so widely now. Paul always makes (or buys) the best cookies and Richard had looked forward to that. Last year he had even gotten a few that were shaped like hearts.

“I will, not for you though. Sorry you’re on my naughty list now,” Paul says and he gets up. Probably only to go outside as well towards the others, but Richard can’t let him go like this. He hadn’t meant to annoy him that bad.

He had hoped that Paul would come over for Christmas, like he did last year, but maybe he wouldn’t do that either now?

“No, please. Forget about the song idea,” Richard says and Paul laughs so cutely. Richard means it though and the panic must be written clearly in his eyes, because Paul comes closer and presses his warm hand against his cheek.

Richard can’t help it and he leans more into the soft touch.

“Then tell me why you want me to play this part of the song,” Paul orders and Richard swallows. He’s nervous about this, but maybe he really should at least admit a bit of the truth.

“I just… wanted to have a special moment with you on stage,” Richard whispers and suddenly it’s too quiet in the room. Paul’s hand leaves his cheek and Richard almost whines at that. Shit. He had ruined it.

“Reesh, come here,” Paul says and he holds his arms out. After so many years Richard knows what that means, so he gets up and hugs Paul. It feels way too good and Richard presses his cheek against Paul’s shoulder.

He hears how Till leaves them alone and smiles.

“Does that mean I’m back on your nice list?” Richard asks a bit too hopefully. Paul laughs and it sounds even better this close. Richard sighs happily. He could stay like this forever.

“Not yet, but I’m sure you can make it up to me,” Paul says and he laughs loudly, when he breaks the hug and sees Richard’s outraged face.

“That’s just unfair!”

“That’s life Rich. Don’t worry just a few easy tasks here and there and you will get your cookies,” Paul says and with that he leaves him alone as well.

Richard sits back on his chair and pouts at nothing.

He smokes inside, just because he can.

“Rich?”

Richard almost rolls his eyes at that, because he can hear already that Paul wants something from him. Lately Richard really feels like a servant to him and sometimes he wonders why he’s even doing that.

Fuck that damn list. He’s always been a rebel, why should he try to behave like a good boy now? Maybe he should just stop. But in reality he knows that he likes to do stuff for Paul and his stupid heart wants to be liked by Paul. Which is just so stupid as well. He knows that Paul likes him.

Just not in the way he wants.

“Ja?” Richard asks, when he opens Paul’s bedroom door. Paul looks miserable actually and Richard frowns.

“Can you make me tea, please?” Paul says and Richard hastily walks closer to him. Paul really looks as if he’s sick. Normally he never asks for tea, he would just straight drink from the coffee machine, if you didn’t hold him back.

“Of course, are you feeling unwell?” Richard asks and he sits down on the bed next to Paul, who nods the tiniest bit. He’s not wearing a shirt, but Richard is glad that the blanket is covering most of him anyway.

“I think I ate something wrong. My stomach hurts like hell,” Paul says and he pouts. Richard wishes he was allowed to touch him, but it would probably seem weird if he would just cuddle up to him now.

“Shit. You wanna stay in bed today? I could tell the others that you need a break,” Richard says and Paul nods again. He closes his eyes, looking so exhausted. Richard can barely stand seeing him like this, even if it’s just a stomach bug.

“Yeah that would be nice,” Paul admits and Richard nods to himself. It’s nothing that hadn’t happened before. Richard remembers when Schneider had been sick at their studio a few years ago. He’d been out for over a week.

“No problem, do you need anything else?” Richard asks and he sees the cheeky smile on Paul’s face, but decides to ignore it. He’s powerless anyway.

“Could you fluff up my pillow?” Paul asks and Richard huffs quietly. Paul leans a bit forward and Richard takes the pillow and does as he’s told. Normally it takes people a lot more to make him follow their words, but he’d do everything Paul wants.

“There you go,” Richard whispers and Paul lays back down.

“Thank you,” Paul mouths back. They’re both just looking at each other now. Richard can’t help but get lost in those blue eyes again.

“Anything for you,” Richard says, already knowing he will regret that. Paul smiles.

“Can you stroke my stomach too?” Paul asks and Richard feels himself nodding, before even thinking about it. He carefully lets his hand wander under the blanket and Paul hisses when his cold fingers find his stomach.

Richard’s brain is completely empty. He can only feel Paul’s soft skin against his hand. Paul gasps when Richard carefully strokes over his stomach. Richard’s eyes snap back to look at Paul’s.

The whole mood around them has changed. Richard swallows dryly.

“Rich… I want you to do one more thing for me,” Paul says and his voice breaks.

“Y-yeah?”

“Kiss me better?” Paul asks and Richard leans down before he could actually talk himself out of it. He slowly presses his lips on Paul’s, almost shyly. Paul has different plans and pulls him even closer, adding a bit more pressure to their kiss, even though it stays so tender.

Richard is sure that he just died.

When he opens his eyes, he hastily sits back.

“I should uh… make you the tea,” Richard says and he’s out of the room before Paul can say anything else.

Richard slowly walks back to the kitchen. His lips are still tingling, but he can’t help but smile. He’s still not sure why Paul had wanted to be kissed, but it had felt so damn good. Maybe Paul had just looked for some comfort?

Richard always loved someone close to him when he’s sick as well.

He then walks over to their cupboards and starts to look for Paul’s favorite mug. It’s an ugly orange one, but Paul loves it. When he finally finds it, he slowly starts to boil the water. “Paul is still using you as his servant?” Till chuckles, while he points at the mug and Richard sighs quietly. He hadn’t seen Till standing there in the corner like a creep. He’s holding his notebook in his hand. Richard shrugs.

“Well I still want to make it back to his list,” Richard finally says and to his surprise Till raises his eyebrow.

“What list?”

“The ‘nice list’? The one for Christmas,” Richard says, even doing the stupid air quotes. Till is quiet for a moment and then he starts to chuckle. Low at first, but he gets louder and soon enough he’s laughing loudly.

“Oh shit,” Till grins, even holding his stomach.

“What?”

“Scholle. There is no damn list oh my god. That was a damn joke,” Till says and Richard opens his mouth, but he has no idea what to say. So he pouts instead.

Assholes. The two of them.

“Then… Why did you two do this?” Richard asks and now it’s his stomach that is hurting. Till stops laughing, when he hears how tiny Richard’s voice had gotten.

“I think you should ask Paul about that,” Till says and he pats Richard on the shoulder, before just leaving the room. Richard forgets about the damn tea and walks back up to Paul’s bedroom.

“Oh you were fast,” Paul says, his cheeks still so red. Richard’s brain goes offline for a second again, before he shakes his head to help get rid of any thoughts that aren’t helpful right now.

“There is no list. There never was a list,” Richard says and he’s angry. Mostly he’s hurt but that always turns into anger for him soon enough. Paul looks caught, biting down on his lower lip.

“No…”

“Then why did you make me do all those things? To make fun of me?” Richard asks and he can’t help but get louder. Paul looks down to his hands on his blanket and to Richard’s surprise he actually looks sad and guilty.

He had thought those two were really making a joke out of it and were laughing behind his back. Richard knows they are his friends, he trusts them but sometimes those self-doubts are too loud in his head.

“It was just a joke Till made, but then I kinda went with it because…,” Paul stops himself there. Richard sighs.

"Because?"

“Because I liked having your attention all day and… and I wanted you to be around me all the time and… I’m sorry. I know it’s not right, but otherwise you would’ve never kissed me and…,” Paul starts to ramble and Richard has trouble understanding him.

“You’re wrong,” Richard says loudly and Paul stops.

“What?”

“There’s nothing I would have loved to do more than kissing you,” Richard says and he hopes he understood Paul right. Paul’s head snaps back up and Richard tries to go for a smile, that probably is more shaky than anything.

“You mean that?” Paul asks and Richard nods.

His heart is beating so fast and he can hear his blood rushing through his ears.

“Yeah…”

“Fuck, come here please,” Paul says and Richard walks back over to him. This time when he sits down, Paul pulls him even closer and before Richard can say something else, Paul is kissing him again.

Richard doesn’t complain, he closes his eyes and lets himself be kissed. It stays as soft as their first kiss was and Richard whines against Paul’s lips. He’d never felt like this. Paul treats him as if he’s something special, something precious. Richard’s heart is still not calming down.

“Ich liebe dich, I was just so scared to tell you,” Paul mumbles, when he breaks the kiss. Richard leans his forehead against Paul’s.

“I love you too,” Richard says and Paul’s smile is so beautiful, that Richard can feel himself smile too. He can’t believe he’s so lucky to have this.

“Now you’re really on my ‘nice’ list,” Paul laughs quietly and Richard steals another short kiss, before he rolls his eyes.

“Funny, you smartass,” Richard says and he strokes over Paul’s stomach again, when Paul lays down again. This time Richard gets out of his slippers and lays down next to him, so Paul and he could cuddle.

“Well without this joke we still wouldn’t haven’t gotten our heads out of our asses. And besides ‘Sugar and spice make Christmas nice’ you know?” Paul asks and Richard smacks a pillow on his head.

“Fair,” Richard whispers anyway.

“And… I’d really like to share the Ausländer part together. I really liked your idea of it,” Paul says and his smile is so sweet. Richard chuckles.

“Only if we kiss like Till said.”

“Deal.”

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