A suggestion from MoonWallker is what brings twins part 5 to you. It was so long ago since I last wrote Twins I can't really remember who it was who asked for more but I have an incredibly strong feeling that it was RagdolDark! Many thanks!

Twins part five

"Sire is going to kill you."

A black mech laughed, walking away from the speaker. "He can't say anything. It's my body."

"Yes but he's our Sire! He's going to be furious do you even know what you've done-"

"Oh shut it, Blues. What's the worst he can do?"

"Does Carrier know?"

The black mech didn't reply and carried on walking away. The speaker, a white mech with a bright blue visor, frowned and crossed their arms. "Reggae, you do realise what you've gotten yourself into, right?"

"Nothing I can't handle."

The mech rolled their optics and sighed, plonking themselves down on the edge of the berth. This was going to be an interesting fight.

Despite vorns of military training and experience, surviving countless battles and missions, and surviving living with Jazz, Prowl still couldn't stop his jaw from hitting the floor.

What.

Had.

He.

Done.

Prowl nearly dropped the datapads he was holding in shock as his creation walked in through the door.

There was a tattoo.

On his doorwing.

His doorwing.

"Reggae" Prowl growled, doorwings rising up into a 'v' shape, "what is that?"

"What's what?" He replied, casually walking into the kitchenette and grabbing a cube from the cooling unit. Prowl tightened his grip on the datapads, determined to not throw them at him.

"That thing on your doorwing."

Reggae glanced back behind him lazily, flicking a doorwing so he could get a look at it. "A tattoo." He replied, casually sipping on his cube.

"I can see that." Prowl hissed. "What made you think that it was a good idea?!"

"I don't see any issue with having one."

"It's a tattoo on your doorwing – what are mecha going to think?! Couldn't you have gotten one somewhere a little more discreet?!"

"I don't see what the problem is! It's just a tattoo-"

"And it's on your doorwing. You know what I said about that!"

"And it's a load of bull-"

"Reggae!"

The mech flinched when he heard his Carriers voice, and turned around nervously to see the mech standing in the doorway, hands on hips and looking angry. "If that gets infected Ah wont be happy!"

"It won't."

Jazz stalked forwards, making Reggae back pedal a few paces before bumping into the wall. He'd been cornered by a mech shorter than him, how humiliating. Not that he'd ever word that – even if he knew his Carrier was a friendly mech he'd seen him on the field when he was not a friendly mech.

"Let meh see it." He snapped, pulling on his shoulder to get him to turn around. Reggae complied, turning to show his doorwings to his Carrier and the tattoo. Prowl moved to stand beside Jazz too, silently marvelling his mates ability to stay relatively composed and not lob anything at their creation, and joined him in looking at the tattoo.

It had a certain lambo twins name written all over it.

"Sunstreaker." They both hissed in unison, turning slightly to share a look before Prowl nodded, deposited his datapads on the desk he was previously sat at and strode from the room.

Less than fifteen minutes later, there were two very annoyed twins sitting in the brig and a fairly annoyed Praxian giving them a very hard look before sniffing, turning around and striding away, pedes clicking on the floor much like leather shoes did. Yep – he was annoyed, and the twins wouldn't be getting out any time soon.

Ironhide, who had the joy of being on brig guard duty, muffled a snicker as Prowl went past, a gleeful gleam in his optics. He hadn't seen Prowl act like this since Jazz was carrying, and he was finding it to be incredibly entertaining. He still remembered what Prowl got up to, although he was smart enough to never, ever bring it up in front of the mech. The week he had spent washing the washrack during the rainy season after the first time he did made sure of it.

He was surprised when Prowl came back in again, this time dragging along one of his creations by the audial. Ironhide internally winced in sympathy – it looked like it hurt. Reggae was pushed into a brig cell that was unlocked and open, and while he was busy righting himself and getting up off the floor Prowl locked the door.

"I will release you when I believe you've had enough time to think about what you've done." Prowl snapped before storming out again.

The look of terror on Reggaes face almost made Ironhides day, and it was almost a shame that he wasn't allowed to laugh.

I'm trying to get back into the flow of writing again while balancing it with work – wish me luck! Anyway yes if there's anything you'd like to request feel free & don't feel shy! If you'd like to do it anonymously, there's a link on my profile to my tumblr in which my ask-box has anonymous active. I'm not kidding when I say there's not much I wont do.

~Llama