#chromhide

[k0nv4l10]

[classjezter]

Have you considered Chromia getting Ironhide pregnant?

Maybe she should

[security-components]

Now those are some honkers Who said that?

[theangrycomet-art]

It takes a village

Just ignore me casually pluggin in my MamaMia and PapaHide bg headcannons

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[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Steel'ndipity au Chromia

[cosa-llorona]

It can't be that Transformers Go Go gave us more canon chromhide before oplita

(made with Google translator)

It bothers me but it makes me very happy to see Chormia, it makes me happy and i love them they so silly

[cabo-se]

I like them but I'm too lazy to draw.

[flilisskywalker]

Optimus: I understand Ironhide is my weapons specialist, but sometimes I get worried that's all he thinks about. He told me he'll gift Chromia a giant cannon. Elita: Believe me, love, Chromia is the one who asked for the giant cannon.

[suzieloveships]

on today episode of me procrastinating

[teatitty]

I like Chromia x Ironhide as a ship but I would like it way more if Chromia was drawn the same height and bulk as him. Let them be two beefy vehicles that could run you off the road

[minniethemoocherda]

Five Times Sunstreaker Didn't Tell Bluestreak What he Wanted to Say, Plus One Time that he Did: The Fifth Time (Part 2)

A/N: One chapter left guys! Sorry it has taken to so long! And thank you so much for all the support on the last chapter! I did not expect that many comments at all! I can't thank you enough! Also as I said on my Jazzprowl fic, I will most likely alternate my updates between this and Iridescent, the main Jazzprowl fic in this series, until I have gotten this fic. With updates aiming to be every two weeks! Also this chapter probably contains the most spoilers for Iridescent so you have been warned! Xxxxxx

Ao3

Early the next morning, Sunstreaker met Bluestreak at the Ark's shooting range.

Bluestreak was already there, rifle poised on her shoulder, that same sharp look was on her face that he'd first seen that day in the arena.

For once she was as silent as a statue as she pulled the trigger.

It hit the target dead centre.

So did the next. And the next. And the next.

Sunstreaker couldn't look away.

He had always seen himself a blunt weapon, dirty and direct. But Bluestreak was a picture of elegance packed into a dangerously beautiful perfection.

Bluestreak might not have been a natural fighter. But she was a natural shot.

"Oh hey! Sorry I tend to get distracted when I'm shooting! Well not distracted, just so focused on shooting that I don't notice anything else!" She cried when she saw him, thankfully having apparently not realised how long he'd been staring at her.

Sunstreaker strolled as casually as he could as he made his way over to her. He watched as she put she rifle neatly back on the on the weapons rack before grabbing a blaster.

"I could show you how to use the riffle but I figures since your a front-liner it would be more useful for you to perfect use something short range instead!" She said handing him the blaster.

A static shock shook Sunstreaker's servo as it brushed against Bluestreak's as he took the blaster.

It was standard issue. The kind they had trained with back in boot camp. Sunstreaker knew that he was a decent enough shot, but he was also self aware enough to be honest with himself that he hadn't put much effort into refining his aim back then. He didn't think there was much point. Growing up, he'd been able to survive using only the weapons of knives and his own fists.

But as he'd learnt the hard way, no matter how scrappy you were, there wasn't much you could do against a gun pointed at your head. And Sunstreaker hated not having the upper hand.

Sunstreaker raised the blaster towards the range. It felt unusually heavy in his hands. He couldn't remember the last time he'd felt unsure about his own skills.

His shot hit the board thank Primus, scoring in the outer ring of the target. But it wouldn't be good enough to keep himself and those he cared about safe.

"You're aim is good" Bluestreak told him. "Which is not surprising since you've always had great hand to eye coordination! It's just your stance that is holding you back from lining up your body with your aim." Thanks to her every present enthusiasm, unlike the words their sponsors in the rings used to throw at them, hers didn't feel like an attack, only encouragement. Even if Sunstreaker couldn't help but still feel embarrassed.

"Here." Bluestreak came up behind him, one hand holding his wrist as she raised his arm, the other cupped the edge of his chin till it was tilted more towards the target.

"Arch your back." She said, her voice not needing to be louder than a whisper as her lips were now mere inches from his audial.

Sunstreaker obeyed her command, arching his posture until his back pushed against her chassis. He swore he could feel the heated pulse of her spark, through the metal, that suddenly start to beat as fast as her usual speech.

But before he could think any further then that, Bluestreak jumped away as though that heat had scolded her.

"Yeah well anyway that's how you do it so then I'll just he over there if you need any help!" She said before scampering away to the weapons rack.

Sunstreaker pushed away the thoughts of how he immediately missed her warmth as he tried to remain in the pose she'd positioned him into.

But he felt as cold and unprepared and nervous and as useless as he'd been as a sparkling.

Then Bluestreak smiled at him. And he realised that he didn't need to impress her because she had already seen him at his worst and yet she was still here, trusting him to not use the skills she was gifting him to kill her.

Suddenly, the blaster felt lighter, the target clearer.

He pulled the trigger.

It hit dead centre.

Somehow Bluestreak's smile got even bigger.

He steadily improved over the next few weeks. His aim and consistency gradually increasing with every session. He would never be as good as Bluestreak. But he didn't have to be. He just had to be good enough.

And even though he knew it was fucked up for him to feel, he couldn't help the pride at his own ability to kill for her. His guilt was eased by the fact that Sunstreaker knew that she was proud of him for it too.

All too soon it was time for Bumblebee's sparkday celebrations, and as per usual Jazz had put together one pit of a party.

Sunstreaker headed down early with Sideswipe, hoping to spike to punch before anyone could stop them.

Bluestreak let them know that she would be a bit late as she and her roommate were still helping each other get ready.

Sunstreaker wasn't much of a dancer. But he enjoyed showing his the gleam of his golden finish which he made sure everyone could see by standing in the centre of the dance floor. Sideswipe and Bumblebee, danced besides him and even though the latter was finally celebrating his final upgrades for once the pair looked like the sparklings they'd never had the chance to be. They weren't the only ones Sunstreaker noticed allowing themselves to be themselves. He saw Jazz in his element singing on stage, Ironhide being so openly in love as he made out with his conjunx and even the Prime dancing amongst his soldiers. The sights made Sunstreaker share a rare smile as everyone around him, found happiness in being with each other. He didn't think the rec-room could get any brighter.

Until the blast-doors opened to the bombshell that was Bluestreak.

Golden swirls of yellow -his yellow- highlighted the curves of her usually grey armour, that made her glow under the spotlights.

He assumed her roommate must've entered with her and over the beating of energon in his spark he could vaguely hear Sideswipe and Bumblebee taking the piss out of him for whatever reaction he was having.

But all he could do was stare at Bluestreak as like a goddess, as she weaved her way through the waves of crowds that parted for her on her way towards him.

However by the time she came to stand in front of him, her smile had faulted and for the first time Bluestreak looked nervous.

"Sorry I had some of your paint left over after I finished Bumblebee's Sparkday banner and I know I should've given the rest back to you but you know what my processor is like so I kept forgetting and then with the party coming I thought to I'd surprise you which was a silly idea because I know you're not a fan of surprises unless they're on other people and-"

She cut herself off as Sunstreaker took her hand.

As soon as he did, that smile was back with blazing radiance.

Bluestreak placed her free hand on his shoulder, stroking her servo higher till she cupped his neck. She knew first hand how that was his favourite place to strike. Yet he let her keep it there, because she knew that he knew that even if she shot him through the spark, he would never hurt her.

Throughout the night they danced with other people. Sometimes Sideswipe or Bumblebee. Sometimes strangers. But they would always come back to each other.

Every time they did,

Until Blaster put on something slow and since Prowl had disappeared with Jazz so Sunstreaker felt safe to place his hands around her waist. Unlike back in the shooting range, this time Sunstreaker allowed himself to enjoy the touch, pulling her close until they were chassis to chassis. Her spark beat in time to his as they swayed to the music.

Despite the deathly grey of her armour, her body was burning where their bodies met. Sunstreaker swore he could see literal sparks dance between them as they swirled across the rec-room floor. Sunstreaker wanted to somehow be closer to her, to become one with her. However, they were in the middle of the dance floor, and even without the fear of Prowl deactivating him, Sunstreaker didn't know how to ask.

But Bluestreak had always had a desire for danger, as eventually that smile of hers turned sultry as she traced her servo down the seam of his spark.

Sunstreaker felt like his spark was about to burst out of his chest. He wanted to ask her if she really meant what her actions were implying. But all he could feel was the beating of her own spark against his.

Luckily, Bluestreak was bold enough for both of them, as she leant up to whisper in his ear. "Your room is nearer than mine." And Sunstreaker fell in love all over again.

As she dragged him towards his room, he wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, that she was the source of light in his life and that he'd been in love with her since the day they first met.

But as soon as he opened his berthroom door, her lips crashed into his and neither of them did much talking for a while.

[welcometomybraincomics]

Thinking about other ships I vibe with bc people keep finding my ship-in-laws post and discovered a hilarious possibility:

Chromia x Ironhide= ok

Chromia x Elita One= ok

Chromia x Windblade= ok

Chromia x Ironhide + Chromia x Elita One= NOT ok

Chromia x Elita One + Chromia x Windblade= NOT ok

Chromia x Ironhide + Chromia x Windblade= NOT ok

HOWEVER

Ironhide, Windblade, and Elita One all pining for Chromia at the same time? Now that sounds like a recipe for a romcom

[amebanworld]

Go ahead! G1 Scream!

my little meow meows

[theangrycomet-art]

nothing beats a grumpy old couple who adore eachother

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[deepfriedhopesanddreams]

Ironhide got a date

It works surprisingly well

[catcake24]

The woes of wanting to write a new ship, and not having written either character much beforehand. It’s mostly just trying to figure out how to write for both of them at the same time