In my TPC au Razorfin was a prince that was driven insane by the pink corruption (he was also cursed in a way that he was stuck part fish, only able to be on land for a few hours before he had to get into water again)
Due to his insanity Cube had to kill him in order to stop Razorfin from killing cyan(razorfin definitely would have ended up killing of bunch of people if cube didn't kill him). After his death Razorfin was secretly brought back to life by the crimson nightmare (the nightmare curing him of his curse). Though he doesn't seem to hold too much of a grudge against cube, Razorfin's father has made it his goal to find his killer.
Razorfin might be in my jsab au (I wouldn't say too much cause I don't wanna spoil too much about my jsab au (he thankfully isn't cursed in my jsab au)
Sleep hasn’t been very easy the last few days so last night I wrote something silly.
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The Decepticon higher ups weren’t entirely sure where to put him when they first took him in, but after his recovery, Razorfin was lumped in with a seeker team. Everyone was already aware of their roles in the upcoming mission, a relatively simple yet dangerous one.
Razorfin didn’t allow himself to react as red eyes turned to him, a rainbow of twitching wings signaling to neighbors in a silent language he never would be able to understand or speak. But from their faces he could assume they couldn’t make heads or tails of him either, the segments from his alt mode made little sense to them.
There were turbines on and behind his shoulders, those they recognized, but there were no obvious wings (“come now, you can hardly call those little nubs ‘wings’!”), and he had what they could only assume was a tail or weird rudder hanging from his back. Ugly.
The newcomer ignored the seekers scrutinizing stares as he took a seat and quietly waited. Razorfin could handle their stares, it felt familiar to him, and it was better than being alone anyway.
They didn’t need to wait long before the hatch opened, and the seekers poured out, Razorfin joining them. The fliers changed to their jet alt modes, flying in formation. Razorfin’s altmode joined in unison, tailing the jets.
[What the frag are you supposed to be??] one seeker sputtered over the coms, disgust laced in their tone. Razorfin groaned softly in mild irritation.
[Stay focused.]
He could almost hear their grumbles over the sound of the passing wind and explosions down below. He briefly glanced down at the battlefield, watching mechs fights. He didn’t recognize any of them, yet there was something rather foreign about fighting against familiar beings in such a violent battle. He didn’t like it.
However there was little he could do about it, and Razorfin turned his attention back on his teammates. They’d very soon send down a barrage of missiles to break the Autobot’s defenses, allowing the Decepticons to overwhelm them.
Of course not one of them would be going down without a fight, it was only natural. Their weapons were suddenly turned upwards, aiming for the biggest target.
An anguished song echoed from Razorfin as bullets showered his underside. His eyes widened and tail lashed in shock, panic tugged at his beating spark.
Trapped in the mind of a terrified beast, he could only try to swim faster to escape his pursuers. In the air or underwater, he was not safe. Spears pierced his hide and encouraging shrieks and cries from the crowds urged his predators to continue their sport until the beast fell from pain and exhaustion. He would be dragged away to be repaired, but he never knew if he’d survive to see the next day.
Razorfin wobbled in the air, a sudden realization striking him. He was not helpless as he was before. He had the mind to fight back.
A newfound anger bubbled up within his core as he turned his attention downward, the seekers having already scattered and abandoned him. He was not prey today.
Razorfin opened his mouth, wails and booming songs of vengeance spilling out into the air as he turned and dived. The pointed snout of his altmode acted like a battering ram as he plowed through the mechs that were shooting at him just moments ago, their frames exploding upon impact. Those who ducked ended up crushed underneath.
Pink showered his face and dragging underbelly. His tail slammed the ground, knocking those nearby off their feet. His thrusters slowed, leaving Razorfin beached on the ground, but he was still fighting.
He arched his back with a wailing cry, lifting his massive head and tail before slamming back down, crushing any who had gotten too close.
A shower of bullets from the air warded off survivors. Razorfin looked up. One of the seekers had returned and was circling overhead.
[Get out of there you idiot! We’ve done our part!]
With a huff, Razorfin shifted to bot mode, briefly looking around at the carnage before running from the scene. He needed a good jump to get back into the air, his tail grazing the ground as he climbed back up into the sky after the seeker.
They flew in silence for a while as they left the battlefield. The seeker then spoke over the coms.
[So… what is your alt mode? It looks… beastly.]
Razorfin grumbled. It took him a moment to remember.
[Fin whale.]
[That's an Earth creature, right? Why choose that form?]
Another grumble, air hissed from his vents [I don’t know. I think I’ve always had it.]
The seeker flipped over him, Razorfin allowed the mech to examine his form.
A sea of deep blue surrounded the dazed mech. He felt lightheaded as he observed familiar yet foreign forms swim through the blue haze. Their clicks and whistles sounded faded and distant.
Razorfin stepped forward, his body on autopilot as he walked down a pathway. The archways above looked half constructed, and the buildings he could see were both correct, yet displaced. Familiar but not quite. He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but didn’t dwell on them.
The garden. Meet me there.
Yes, he needed to be in the garden. The big one, with the crystal corals. Someone was waiting for him. The path stretched on, but he was near.
Razorfin blinked and leaned back on his hands as he tilted his head back. He felt faintly content. This was where he needed to be: on this white marble bench, in this small circular clearing within the garden. His head was swimming and his frame felt light and warm. His hands trailed down blue arms, guiding smooth white hands over shimmering strings of an instrument.
He leaned into the other frame’s back, and he leaned into him in turn.
“Have you been practicing?” Razorfin’s smile widened.
“Only a little,” he responded, pale blue eyes averting shyly, “I prefer learning with you, honestly.”
“Shame we don’t get to have this kind of free time very often,” he hummed, lightly thunking the side of his head against the other’s. His responding laugh made his spark sing within its casings.
“Maybe when things are less complicated.”
Razorfin again hummed, his hands running up blue decorated armor. A white face turned to meet his with open lips.
“I love you,” he whispered before pressing his soft lips against his. Razorfin’s spark throbbed. His name! He wanted to say his name so badly!
He pulled back just enough for him to speak. Words tumbled from his mouth in whispered form.
Razorfin stared up at the orange sky above. His vents let out a ragged heave as he blinked, his processor trying to make sense of everything.
His name! His name!
His mouth opened, but it was no use. It was already gone. All of it was going away faster than he could think. The warmth of a frame against his, the shade of blue of his armor, the sensation of lips against his, the sound of his voice. It was all gone within seconds.
Razorfin’s hands twitched. Oh, that was right. He had been holding something earlier. Some crates of energon he had been tasked to bring back to base. He looked to his side, spotting some of the discarded cubes sitting in the sand. Seawater lapped at his legs, and he found his arms were still bent at the elbow, palms facing upwards. He released his joints, and his arms plopped onto the wet sand with a splish.
He remained there for a moment, staring at the sky with a blank mind. He had been close to remembering that time. What was he trying to remember?
With one last sigh, Razorfin slowly sat up and wiped the dried blood from his nose. He still had to get the energon cubes back to base.
