“Survivors! This is Coalition Rescue Seven. Do you read? Over.”
“We read you!” you shouted into the comm. “Two survivors! Human and Grunk! We’re in the emergency bunker twenty klicks east of the crash site!” grunk x reader
“Not yet,” he said. “Thirty more seconds.” “Survivors
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Grunk let out a low, rumbling huff—his version of a modest shrug. He set the spear aside and crawled closer, the ground vibrating slightly under his weight. He didn't say anything, but he draped a heavy, fur-lined cloak over your shoulders. His hand lingered for a second, a silent promise that as long as he was breathing, the monsters outside stayed outside. Tips for Writing Your Own Grunk Fanfic
You stared at where your hand disappeared into his. His palm was rough, calloused, warm despite the cold. The electricity faded to a dull tingle, then to nothing at all. But he didn’t let go.
