Thirteen-year-old Sven (Richard) Kruspe is navigating his world in a broken family in East Berlin, 1980. This story depicts the very first time young Sven ever runs away from home.
A one shot story about the band Rammstien having a nice day out on a boat. Things go amiss when Richard has flash backs of his childhood. Involves some soft Paulchard moments.
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Mein Sonneschein ☀️
Following the release of their Mutter album in 2001, Rammstein are on tour. Richard seems to always find himself in a bad mood, but could the reason be that he's hiding his true feelings for a certain guitarist?
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Chapter four and five of this story has been posted! I plan on continuing this story. A huge thank you to those who have read, liked, shared and commented. It's always welcomed!
A short story loosely based on the early teen years of Richard Kruspe's life. I've read countless interviews and researched as much as I could, but some facts are for the man himself to know privately. That's why it's called fan "fiction," lol.
There will be more chapters coming soon! I hope you all enjoy!
I just can't take it anymore. I can't take this anymore. I gotta get out. Now.
The thirteen-year-old boy's thoughts raced as he now sat obediently on his bed. His leg bobbed incessantly as his fists gripped the side of his mattress. He could hear his mother and step-father still going on about him; about how tedious it was raising him, about how aggravating he was now that he was entering his early teen years.
For Sven, it wasn't just his "teen years" sprouting up that made his rage boil up from the pits of his stomach. It was him. That no good mother f-
The anger lit searing hot from underneath him and he stood suddenly, ripping his closet door open. He grabbed his old school bag and shoved some clothes in it with haste. His heart was pounding in his ears and his breath was unsteady, but he couldn't take one more beating from a man he wasn't even related to.
He also couldn't chance being caught and dragged back to his room, so he opened his window and carefully climbed out.
Outside, the yellow light from his room lit the beginning of his path; away from his family, away from the anger, the hurt, the loneliness. He could still hear them inside. For a moment, he considered that maybe this was a bad idea. It was November after all, and a light snowfall had come down earlier. He had absolutely nowhere to go, and he would be freezing, as he had no coat. It still hung by the front door, but grabbing it was out of the question.
"You guys are so hard on him for no reason," came his older brother's voice from the hallway of their bedroom. Sven swallowed, knowing damn well his brother could feel the cold draft coming from their room. If he didn't take off soon, he'd chance being ratted out by his brother and caught.
"Gorden," he heard his mother begin, "there's always a reason for what your fath-"
"Step father," Gorden corrected.
A tiny glimpse of hope sparked in Sven's chest, but it didn't last. He knew the outcome of this conversation already. He'd heard it before. Gorden would step up ever so slightly and then he'd need money for a date or something and then step-daddy was back to Number One. Sven, forever landing dead last in whatever metaphorical race the Kruspe family was in...
He gripped the strap of his bag and steadied himself. He was his own man now.
