Tamatoa X Reader

"Mngrh jeez." You groaned in mid-stretch. Yawning, you reached an arm up above your head to loosen up your stiff muscles. Today had been a particularly busy day.You spent hours of hunting and foraging in the realm of monsters. Though Lalotai was ripe with color, any non poisonous fruits and veggies were rare at best. Fortunately, you were able to nab an armful of food from a few edible plants; enough to last you till at least tomorrow morning.

Though to be honest, eating was the last thing on your mind now. Fatigue ached throughout your body and you were eager for a nice, long slumber. Walking through Tamatoa's lair, you immediately released the bundle of produce from your arms. Fighting the urge to crash right then and there, you dragged your feet towards the giant, glittering mass that was Tamatoa's shell.

"Honey, I'm-urgh- home." You called out tiredly. You saw the huge purple mass of head emerge from the front of the shell. Tamatoa's large blue irises lit up at the sight of you. "Hey babe, what took you so long?" He questioned, "For a minute I was starting to get worried."

"I've been gone for 7 hours Tama," you sighed, plopping yourself down onto the ground. "But I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt considering the fact that because you're a giant, underwater dwelling crab; you have absolutely no concept of time." "Hmm you're not wrong there love." Tama replied, absentmindedly scratching his mottled chin.

You leaned back a bit, resting yourself against one of Tamatoa's legs. Reaching a hand up, you began feeling through sections of your thick afro. Pinching your nose bridge, you huffed out a tired sigh.

"Jeez babe, that's like 10th time you've made that noise since you came home. Are you running out of air or something?" Tamatoa queried, facing you.

"No, no that's not it," you replied, fatigue apparent in your voice, "it's just I'm so freaking tired and all I wanna do is sleep; but I can't. I gotta handle this first." You motioned to your hair.

"I'm never gonna get to sleep." You whined.

Tamatoa quirked an eye stalk, slightly confused by your situation. "What do you mean you have to handle your hair?" He questioned. "I've always seen Maui toss his mop into a bun and call it a day, why not do that?"

"I can't," you sighed, "it's kinda complicated. Not all humans have...the same kind of hair. Maui and Moana's hair is a lot different than mine. Mine is a lot denser and...not as resilient." You explained. "It requires a lot more than just a bun."

"Such as?" He asked.

"Well to be able to both protect and style my hair, it must be combed thoroughly and arranged in what my people call 'two strand twists'. It usually takes awhile though." You spoke in a defeated tone.

"I'll do it." Tamatoa stated.

"Do what?" You questioned, looking at him curiously.

"That little hair ritual you just explained. I can see that your weak little human body is exhausted. So let the the great Tamatoa take care of you." He proposed, winking for emphasis.

"Um...I dunno know about that Tama. Your claws are pretty huge." You replied.

"Yes?" He interjected.

"And strong." You continued.

"Correct."

"I mean I've seen you snap logs in half. I don't wanna potentially lose my head; much less my hair." You replied uncertainly.

You flinched, caught off guard at the sudden sound of hearty laughter erupting from the giant crab.

"Really babe? C'mon how long have you been down here? How long have you seen me in action? Look here." In an instant, he swung his huge form around; showing off his bedazzled shell.