Grunk X Reader 📥

You crossed the room, dropped to your knees in front of him, and pressed your forehead to his. His scales were cool at first, then warm as they absorbed your heat.

You turned to Grunk, a wild grin spreading across your face. “We made it. We actually made it.” grunk x reader

Grunk tilted his head. His translator collar, a sleek band of silver around his thick neck, buzzed to life after a moment. “Structural integrity: failing. Life support: offline. You: afraid.” You crossed the room, dropped to your knees

They led you to separate shuttles. Grunk’s frame wouldn’t fit in the human transport, they said. He’d have to take the cargo hauler. You crossed the room

He looked up.

“Not yet,” he said. “Thirty more seconds.”