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Happy birthday to our beautifull and amazing Mr Riedel 🫶🥳

Alles gute zum geburtsday Olli!

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Before the Fire

i'm so sorry it took me so long to continue this story.

I'll do my best to update more frequently.

Enjoy part 8! :3

Part 8: Fault Lines

The next morning came too early.

No one said it out loud, but the bus felt smaller. The air heavier. Conversations stayed shallow—logistics, schedules, weather—anything but what was actually happening.

Y/N sat by the window, headphones in, not listening to anything. Paul watched her reflection in the glass and didn’t move.

Y/N: Choosing Silence

She told herself she wasn’t angry.

Anger would’ve been easier. Anger had edges. This was something softer and more dangerous—disappointment, settling into her chest like a slow ache.

She understood art. She understood ghosts. She even understood that some people never fully leave you.

What hurt was realizing she wasn’t the first place he went when things got heavy.

When the bus stopped for fuel, Paul stood.

“Y/N—”

She didn’t look at him. “Not now.”

The words weren’t sharp. That somehow made them worse.

Richard & Milla: The Call

Milla’s phone rang just after noon.

She froze when she saw the number.

Richard didn’t ask. He just reached for her hand this time—and she let him.

The call was short. Too short.

When she hung up, she didn’t cry. She laughed once, hollow and brittle.

“They found him,” she said. “Alive. Hospital. He won’t talk to anyone.”

Relief crashed into fear so hard it left her shaking.

“I should go,” she whispered. “I should be there.”

Richard nodded immediately. “Then we’ll make it work.”

She searched his face. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” he said. “But I want to.”

For the first time in days, she leaned into him fully. And for the first time, he didn’t play through the pain. He held it.

Flake & Liz: Parallel Lines

They didn’t fight.

That was the problem.

Texts stayed polite. Updates factual. Distance dressed up as understanding.

Flake sat up late in his bunk, laptop open, side project files glowing in the dark. Liz lay awake in her hotel room, phone face-down beside her, wondering when “later” had quietly turned into “never.”

Neither of them crossed the space between.

Christoph: Cracks in the Armor

Christoph skipped rehearsal.

That alone sent management into a quiet panic.

Lily found him on the balcony, hoodie pulled tight, cigarette burning down forgotten between his fingers.

“You can’t keep doing this,” she said gently.

“I can,” he replied. “I always do.”

She stepped closer anyway. “You don’t have to be unbreakable.”

He laughed once, sharp. “That’s literally my job.”

“No,” Lily said. “Your job is to be human. The rest is noise.”

For a moment, it looked like he might let her in.

Then his phone buzzed. Management. Deadlines. Pressure.

The mask slid back into place.

Paul & Y/N: The Distance Becomes Real

They stood side by side during soundcheck, close enough to touch, far enough to feel like strangers.

Paul played clean. Controlled. Every note deliberate.

Y/N listened like she was bracing for impact.

When the last chord faded, she spoke quietly.

“Are you ever going to let it go?”

He didn’t pretend not to understand.

“I’m trying,” he said.

She nodded. “Trying isn’t the same as choosing.”

That night, they didn’t argue.

They didn’t touch.

And that scared Paul more than any fight ever had.

The Show Goes On

Again.

Fire. Light. Screams.

The music hit harder than ever—angrier, sharper, alive in a way the crowd mistook for passion.

Backstage, hands shook. Eyes avoided mirrors. Phones stayed too close.

They were still standing.

Still playing.

Still together.

But the cracks had widened into fault lines now.

And somewhere ahead—none of them knew exactly where—the ground was going to move.

(tagging my moots @j0eyj0rdis0n @millasthoughts @99flakeandsprinkles )

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Hello gorgeous people! I want to write a Bonnie and Clyde series. Who should be Y/N's 'Clyde'? (Ofcourse they all will be included in the story :3)

Till

Flake

Olli

Schneidie

Richard

Paulchen

Voting ended onSep 15, 2025

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Beautifull boys🖤

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Before the Fire

Chapter 13.

Part 13: Stolen Moments

Morning light filtered through half-closed curtains, soft and golden, the kind that made everything feel gentler than it had any right to be.

For once, no one rushed.

Paul & Y/N: Waking Together

Paul woke first.

Y/N was still asleep, curled toward him, her hand resting on his chest like it belonged there. He stayed perfectly still, afraid that even breathing too loudly might break the moment.

He brushed his thumb lightly over her knuckles.

“You’re staring,” she murmured without opening her eyes.

He smiled. “Guilty.”

She shifted closer, pressing a kiss to his collarbone—slow, lazy, unguarded. Paul exhaled, tension melting as he tilted her chin up and kissed her properly, deeper this time, full of warmth instead of apology.

“No running today,” she whispered against his lips.

“Not going anywhere,” he promised.

Flake & Liz: Playful Gravity

Flake found Liz in the hallway, barefoot, hair messy, wearing one of his shirts like it was already hers.

He stopped short. “Wow.”

She grinned. “You left it on the chair.”

“I was going to wear that.”

“Too late.”

He pulled her closer by the hem of the shirt, kissing her with a laugh—quick, playful, then slower as she leaned into him. Her hands slid up his arms, familiar and new all at once.

“I like you like this,” she said softly.

“Comfortable?” he asked.

“Chosen.”

That word stayed with him long after she kissed him again.

Milla & Richard: Quiet Certainty

Richard and Milla shared breakfast on the balcony, legs tangled beneath the small table.

“Any regrets?” Richard asked, voice careful.

She shook her head, leaning in to kiss him—gentle, certain, real. “None.”

He kissed her back, slower, deeper, like sealing a promise rather than making one.

“I’m staying this time,” she said.

Richard rested his forehead against hers. “Good. I play better when I know where home is.”

Christoph & Lily: Soft Edges

Christoph wasn’t used to mornings like this.

Lily handed him coffee without a word, her fingers brushing his. He didn’t pull away.

“You slept,” she observed.

“Apparently with my phone on silent,” he said dryly.

She smiled, then kissed him—brief but intentional. Christoph blinked, surprised at how easily it settled him.

“Careful,” he murmured. “I might get used to this.”

She shrugged. “Good.”

Later: Backstage Heat

Soundcheck ran long, but the energy had shifted.

Paul kissed Y/N behind a stack of amps, hands on her waist, smiling against her mouth when footsteps passed too close.

Flake stole quick kisses from Liz between cues, like punctuation marks in his sentences.

Richard kissed Milla’s temple every time he walked past her.

Christoph pretended not to notice—until Lily tugged him down by the collar and kissed him once, slow and unapologetic.

Olliver walked in mid-moment and froze.

“…I should start charging admission.”

Till, tuning nearby, didn’t look up. “Let them be. It appears affection improves morale.”

Olliver laughed. “Who knew romance was the missing ingredient?”

The Night Ends Differently

After the show, sweat-soaked and buzzing, they gathered backstage—laughing, touching, leaning into each other like gravity had finally reset.

Paul’s arm stayed around Y/N’s waist.

Flake and Liz shared whispered jokes.

Richard held Milla close, solid and calm.

Christoph let Lily lace her fingers through his—and didn’t let go.

They weren’t perfect.

But they were connected.

And for the first time in a long while, love wasn’t something fragile they were afraid to touch.

It was something they were choosing—again and again, in stolen moments and soft kisses, under bright lights and quiet mornings.

( @99flakeandsprinkles @j0eyj0rdis0n @millasthoughts )

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HEADCANON: Rammstein as Vampires.

Notes: I was watching the Lost Boys and that was how i came up with this head canon. Enjoy!

In the heart of Berlin, where the streets hold secrets older than the stones themselves, a shadowy mansion sat behind wrought iron gates. No one dared enter. Locals whispered of screams in the night, of flickering lights in the windows long abandoned. But the truth was far more terrifying than rumor.

They were six.

Six immortal creatures, forged in fire, bonded by blood. Vampires—not the elegant, glittering kind of folklore, but beasts of the old world. Predators, cursed by eternity and driven by something more primal than thirst: passion.

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Till Lindemann was their leader. A brooding, poetic figure with eyes like embers and a voice that could shake the dead. He once walked among humans as a lyricist, a performer, a seducer of crowds. Now he prowled the rooftops of Berlin at night, his coat billowing like smoke. He drank only from those who begged for his attention—artists, lovers, the broken.

Richard Kruspe was flame and fury, a warrior with a guitar in hand and vengeance in his heart. He embraced the hunt with savage grace, his blade always close. He roamed the clubs, cloaked in shadows, feeding on the shallow and the shameless. His victims never screamed—only danced, until they fell limp in his arms.

Paul Landers was the trickster. Charming, sly, always with a wicked grin curling his lips. He was the spider at the center of their web, luring prey with laughter before sinking in his fangs. He adored the nightlife, blending in as a quirky human, his true nature masked behind layers of sarcasm and smirks.

Oliver Riedel moved like mist, quiet and deadly. He stalked the undercity, the forgotten tunnels beneath Berlin, where rats weren’t the only things that squeaked in terror. He spoke little, but his presence was undeniable—an ancient force that kept their bond unbroken.

Christoph Schneider, the guardian, the relentless heartbeat of their circle. His eyes betrayed centuries of discipline, and his strikes were thunder. He kept the others in line when their urges grew too wild. His word was law beneath Till’s poetry, his hands stained by centuries of keeping their secret safe.

Flake Lorenz, the mad scientist. Eternally curious, eternally eccentric, he toyed with humanity like a cat with string. A master of alchemy and ancient blood magic, he experimented with ways to refine their thirst, to reach new levels of power. Some nights, he simply played his haunted melodies to the moon, and the wolves gathered outside the gates.

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They fed under the guise of decadence and performance. Their shows—when they chose to appear—were cult rituals, pyrotechnic blood rites that bewitched crowds. The audience never knew who would return home… and who would vanish with the echo of guitar and flame 🔥🔥

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Rammstein MC ( Head Canon)

Notes: currently watching Sons of Anarchy again. I love that show.

It got me thinking of Rammstein being a motorclub instead of a metal band. What would their positions be?

I asked @millasketches her artistic opinion and she made this awesome piece of art for my head canon. Thank you for this collaboration darling! Much love!🖤🤌

Till is the president of the MC. Handing out orders and ensure that all collaborations with other gangs run smoothly. He takes no bullshit from no one and is not afraid to get his hands dirty when retaliation is needed. You being his old lady, are his queen. He carries you on his hands, but as soon as you become a bit too intrusive, he puts you back in your corner with a lot of swearing and sometimes getting physical. Afterwards he always tell you he's sorry while kissing your hands and telling you, you are his queen.

Till would ride a Harley Davidson Knucklehead

Flake is RAMMSTEIN's hacker and keeps their technology up to date. He is also in charge of club surveillance, and manages some of the club's intelligence and communication. Him being the smartest of them all. He isn't really into violence unless he has no other choice. The club didn't patch him in for a long time untill Flake earned their trust with his technicall abilities. He hated to being on long runs. He would miss his old lady to much. When he wasn't with the club , he loved being home with you helping you cook and clean the house. He would sit down on the couch reading a book when you were asleep in his lap. You were his happy place.

Flake's riding a Electra Tri-Glide.

Richard has served as Sergeant-at-Arms of the motorcycle club, which means that he was responsible for discipline within the chapter's jurisdiction. Till would ask Richard and Olli for the ''dirty jobs''. His job is to let the bodies disappear. Maybe send a decapitated head or some stray fingers to a rival MC. Richard his old lady was Milla.

Together they have a daughter called Maxime. She was 13 and looked very much like her dad which caused her to get in trouble in school sometimes. She was a real daddy's girl.

He has a Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob with a lot of customization. The bike sports a lot of skulls and spikes in various places. These along with the engine are in chrome.  

Christoph Schneider's most powerful trait was his unbreakable loyalty towards RAMMSTEIN MC. Even after spending five years in jail for the club, he was willing to do anything to help them. After his release from prison, Schneider was torn between leaving the club and becoming a family man or staying with the MC and risking his life and freedom once again. He eventually chose to stay in the club which caused his wife to divorce him. He later got remarried.

Schneider ride's a Harley Davidson Dyna super glide

Olliver enjoys killing. He is also a master of torture, being able to implement all kinds of creative torments in order to find out information. He also has been described as being cheap, even reusing condoms. Though violent, Olli is very caring, loyal, and kind with his fellow members, and sudden expressions of emotion are not uncommon when his fellow members are hurt badly.

Olli has no old lady but has a dobermann called Duchess.

Olli rides a Harley Davidson Dyna Street Bob FXDB

And last but definetly not least , my man Paul

Paul is extremely loyal to his club. However, he finds himself doubting the MC's outlaw violence and illegal business-oriented direction, growing weary of all the problems and stress associated with the lifestyle, which causes tension between him and his president Till.. Paul is calm, funny and collected most of the time but is easily angered and has no remorse in killing people he thinks deserves it. However, he does usually act in a friendly and warm-hearted manner but is hard to reason with when is angry. He is extremely loyal to his old lady and takes good care of her. Together they have a chihuahua called Minni.

Paul would ride a Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport

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Before the Fire

I've been writing ahead for this story.

The upcoming parts are a little angsty but don't worry, there will be romance😏 ( Till and Olli will be included more)

Have fun!

Part 9: When the Ground Shifts

The city blurred past the bus windows, gray and indistinct, like none of it was meant to be remembered. Sleep came in fragments. So did patience.

No one was fine anymore. They were just functional.

Milla: The Decision

Milla packed quietly.

Not everything—just enough.

Richard watched from the doorway, arms folded, heart tight but steady.

“I’ll come with you,” he said.

She shook her head. “Not yet. He needs me, not us. And you need to stay. The band needs you.”

He hated how right she was.

He pressed his forehead to hers. “Call me. Any time. I don’t care where I am.”

Her smile was small, grateful, breaking at the edges. “I know.”

When she left, Richard sat on the edge of the bed for a long time, guitar case unopened beside him.

That night, his playing was restrained. Precise.

It hurt more than the bleeding ever had.

Flake & Liz: Almost

They crossed paths in a narrow hallway.

“Hey,” Liz said.

“Hey.”

Silence stretched. Then—

“I miss you,” she admitted.

Flake’s throat tightened. “I’m right here.”

She shook her head gently. “You’re standing in front of me. That’s not the same thing.”

For a second, he reached for her wrist.

For a second, she let him.

Then footsteps echoed down the hall. Reality rushed back in.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he said.

“Then stop treating me like something you can pause,” she replied.

She walked away before he could answer.

Christoph: The Crack Widens

Christoph snapped at a tech.

Not loudly. Not publicly.

But Lily saw it—the way his jaw locked, the way his hands shook after.

Later, in private, she said, “You’re burning out.”

He didn’t deny it.

“I can’t stop,” he said. “If I do, everything falls apart.”

“What if it already is?” she asked.

That landed.

He stared at the floor. “Then I don’t know who I am without holding it together.”

Lily sat beside him. Close. Not touching.

“You’d still be you.”

He didn’t look convinced.

Paul & Y/N: The Breaking Point

It happened in the quietest way possible.

No shouting. No slammed doors.

Just honesty, finally unsheathed.

“I don’t know if I can keep doing this,” Y/N said, voice steady but eyes wet. “Feeling like I’m competing with a ghost.”

Paul flinched. “You’re not.”

“It feels like it,” she said. “And I can’t live in the in-between anymore.”

He ran a hand through his hair, pacing. “She’s not here. You are.”

“But you’re still holding onto her,” Y/N said softly. “And I need to know if there’s room for both of us in your heart. Fully.”

He stopped pacing.

The silence stretched too long.

That was her answer.

She swallowed. “I think… I need time.”

The words hit him like a delayed echo.

“Time to what?” he asked.

“To see if you choose me,” she said. “Or if you’re just afraid to let her go.”

She stepped past him, brushing his arm.

He didn’t stop her.

And that was the moment he knew—this wasn’t a crack anymore.

It was a chasm.

The Night Everything Changes

Minutes before the show, management pulled Christoph aside.

A venue issue. A legal complication. A decision that had to be made now.

Christoph closed his eyes.

Too much. Too fast.

Out on stage, the crowd roared, unaware.

Backstage, relationships strained, hearts hung in the balance, and one wrong move threatened to tip everything over.

The ground beneath them had started to shift.

And none of them were standing where they thought they were anymore.

( @j0eyj0rdis0n @millasthoughts @99flakeandsprinkles. Also @rammstein4everandever you want to be in this story too? I have Olli available 😏. Till's spot is still open to. Hit me up if you want it lol)