X Reader: Grunk

But the translator collar clicked off. Whether it had run out of power or he had deliberately silenced it, you didn’t know. All you knew was the heat of him, the quiet of the bunker, and the terrifying, wonderful realization that you didn’t want him to let go. They came on the third day.

Ice had claimed every surface, crawling up the walls in crystalline fingers. The emergency bunker was buried under a drift, but Grunk’s claws made short work of the frozen seal. He set you down just inside the airlock, and you immediately missed the heat of him. grunk x reader

And in the quiet of his den, wrapped in the arms of the creature the galaxy called a beast, you finally let yourself feel the truth you’d known since the crash. But the translator collar clicked off