CHARACTERS: Wolfe, you/reader
WARNINGS/TAGS: Parental yandere, infantilization, platonic, giants, captivity, kidnapping, delusional behavior, restricted autonomy, escape attempt, obsession
WORD COUNT: 2.9k
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was a commission, but after this I plan to write Falkor (alien dad). Until then, I hope you enjoy this!!
Sneaking into the first house you saw was fairly easy, given how small you are. All it took was climbing through a window of one of the giants, barely cracked open, but enough for you to squeeze through with no issue.
Your plan was simple: gather all the gold and jewels you can manage, get back out without being seen, and climb back down the beanstalk, which was how you got here in the first place.
Part of you feels like how a mouse would feel in your home, scurrying around and trying not to be seen.
Even size-wise, you feel like a mouse right now.
You start taking coins from the tables, which have been haphazardly stacked and not really organized. You spot a large golden harp that you don't have any real use for, nor would it even fit into your pockets.
Oh, how rich you'd be soon.
You're pretty sure even just two of these huge golden coins will have you set for life after this, but you can't stop yourself from trying to get as much as you can physically manage.
The only thing that matters now is getting the money so you don't have to worry about anything.
Your hunger, your debts... The problems will be over, as long as you don't screw this up and are careful. That's what you keep telling yourself.
You carefully tip-toe across the floors as you explore the house to find as many sources of loot as you possibly can.
It seems to take forever, seeing how giant everything is compared to your small size.
In the middle of grabbing what you can find, you hear a sniffle.
Apparently someone is home? They sound sad.
You follow the noises as quietly as possible, just to see what's going on. You come face to face with a giant sitting on his own bed, head buried in his hands. He's rather pale, with long well-kept light brown hair, blue eyes, and dressed in what you assume is a culturally accurate garb for giants; simple but elegant clothing.
No, don't feel sympathy for him, you remind yourself. Just get what you came here for, and get out.
And so, you quietly rush back to work, gathering all you can carry. Its a little loud, but you're sure the giant won't be able to hear you over his own sorrow, for what ever reason that is.
Just as you go back to the table with more loot, you suddenly hear footsteps.
You gasp, scrambling for a place to hide.
There!
You hide behind a huge glass pitcher of what you're sure is lemonade or some sort of sugary drink for giants.
Its too late when you realize you didn't even put the gold back like you found it. The giant looks over to the table, eyeing it suspiciously. Your stomach is doing flips.
"I'm losing my mind," he laughs to himself, but it doesn't seem very humorous. More like its bordering on hysteria. He then goes over to the glass pitcher you're hiding behind, lifting it up with a cup prepared in his hand.
You're frozen in shock.
The giant stares at you with wide, red-rimmed eyes. He nearly drops the pitcher as he lowers it onto the table carefully. His mouth forms an 'o' shape.
"A human!" he gasps. His voice is soft, which seems so unfitting for his large size. Just as he reaches forward to grab you, you manage to react quick enough to run away and try to find somewhere else to hide. "Wait!" the giant shouts, panicked, "It's okay, I'm not gonna hurt you!"
You look for an exit. The window!
Before you can reach the window to climb back down the beanstalk, the giant grabs you. Its gentle, thankfully, but you still scream.
He's not necessarily large enough to comfortably hold you in his hand without using both, but can still grab you just fine with one hand. He brings you to his face, getting a better look at you. You try kicking him, and it seems to startle him, but not really anger him. He just seems... worried, almost?
"You poor thing!" he cries, sounding like he's genuinely scared. Scared? Really? "You must have been lost from your parents! Oh, you poor baby..."
Huh? You blink, confused. Baby? Parents? It dawns on you, that he thinks you're a kid. You suppose that makes sense, you are almost about the size to him that a human baby would be to a fully grown adult, if not just a tiny bit smaller.
Yet if he knows you're a human, shouldn't he also know this is a perfectly normal size?
Maybe he hasn't seen humans very much, which wouldn't be surprising. Humans did a good job hiding from giants, and you're pretty sure you're the first human to find a way to enter their world by climbing the beanstalk.
Well, at least it should make things a little easier.
"Um..." you start, nervously looking away. Should you correct him? Probably not. It's probably best to let him keep thinking you're a child so that maybe you won't have to face his wrath for trying to rob him. "I got lost! Yeah."
The giant coos, adjusting his hold so you're sitting much more comfortably in both of his large palms. He's not as large as the other giants you've heard can be, and if he were just slightly smaller then he might not be able to hold you like this, but it works. He's large enough to do so, just barely.
"It's okay, honey," he speaks softly, "what's your name?"
"(Y/n)," you answer. "What... what's your name?"
"My name is Wolfe." Wolfe gives you a small, sweet smile. He doesn't look nearly as sad anymore. In fact, he appears to be very happy now. But why?
A part of you wants to ask him why he was crying earlier, and yet the thought also scares you.
Its not worth asking him that. Not now, at least.
"Can you tell me what happened?" he asks again, voice laced with worry. "How on earth did you get here, baby?"
You're not sure if its a wise idea to tell him the truth. "I'm not really sure... Everything is a blur, I just don't really remember much."
He's either gullible or not letting on more than he's thinking, because he sighs heavily in relief and gently kisses your forehead. It's still awkward given how much smaller you are than him. If you were to give a best estimate, you'd say he's about three or four times taller than you.
Which is still a lot... but you suppose it could be worse. You heard some giants are much, much larger.
"It must have been so scary for you," he says sympathetically. He adjusts his hold so you're cradled in his arms like an actual baby. Compared to him, your height is kind of like a baby.
Your face feels like its burning with embarrassment, and you squirm in his hold uncomfortably.
"I-I'm okay, though," you defend weakly, "really."
Wolfe hums in acknowledgement, but it feels very patronizing. He does not seem to believe you one bit. Though, he seems more worried than skeptical.
You feel tired from walking around the massive house, searching everywhere for gold and jewels. There aren't many options right now, and Wolfe is very gentle with you, so you suppose to take your chances slipping away when he doesn't have his attention on you.
Apparently, that'd be harder than you thought.
Not once does he take his eyes off you.
He basically swaddles you in the smallest blanket he has (which is still very large), and holds you against his hip as he makes food, humming to himself all the while. Occasionally, he glances down at you fondly. You have no choice but to stare up at him, too scared to close your eyes.
This doesn't feel right, at all. Is he always going to act like this? Is there no way out of it?
No, you'll just wait until nighttime. Even though you don't know anything about giants, you can assume they need sleep like everyone else.
"I should get you some more clothes soon," he murmurs to himself, yet addressing you. "Maybe I should take up sewing again. Oh, and I'll make you a darling little room right next to mine! Yes, you'll love it! With toys, a bed..." He nods to himself.
You laugh nervously. "What about my, uh, real parents? I'm sure they're worried about me."
Wolfe tilts his head. "Oh, no, silly. Why would you want to go back to them? If you managed to get lost and ended up all the way here, surely they must not care about you all that much. I'd never let something like that happen to you. And I won't."
He shakes his head, as if to rid himself of the terrible idea of sending you home. You shudder at how easily and quickly he dismissed you.
You mull over your next words for a moment, just wanting to change the subject. "Why were you crying earlier?"
The way Wolfe flinches makes you regret ever opening your mouth. Your stomach fills with dread as you realize just how insensitive that sounded.
You immediately backtrack and try apologizing, only to be shushed gently. Wolfe presses a kiss to your forehead again, smiling, though you notice the way his eyes become distant for a split moment. He looks a lot sadder now.
"It's nothing to worry about, sweetheart. No need to think about adults' problems," he reassures.
For what ever reason, this rubs you the wrong way, like someone had stabbed at your pride. If he fully knows you're a human, you wonder what he thinks an adult human is supposed to look like. Then again, maybe he really just knows nothing about humans other than the bare minimum.
If anything, you hope it means he's more easy to escape.
For the rest of the time he's cooking, he goes on rambles about how much he already adores you, how long he's always wanted kids, and all the plans for the future with you. It makes you nervous, but you know that it'll be useless to argue back.
Your meal is way too big for you, but thankfully he cuts it up into a tinier portion that would suit a normal meal for you.
At realizing the table is too high up for you, he clicks his tongue and sits you on his lap instead, feeding you with a spoon. The entire thing is beyond humiliating, especially when he starts doing things like wiping your face after every bite like a helicopter parent or reminding you to slow down while eating.
But, at the very least, the food is amazing. Maybe even better than any meals you've had back home.
With the events of today catching up to you, you lean against him tiredly when finishing dinner, resisting the urge to sleep. You need to stay awake so you can slip away at night.
He chuckles in adoration. "So sleepy. We'll work on your room tomorrow, okay? Until then, you can sleep in Papa's bed."
"Papa?" you repeat, unimpressed.
"Yes! Good job!" Wolfe coos, sounding like he might cry again.
He puts away the dishes after washing them off, putting you down onto the counter while doing so.
You try hopping off the edge and running, but he catches you again just before you land safely onto the floor.
"No!" Wolfe cries desperately, looking absolutely horrified. "Don't jump like that, sweetheart! You could have seriously hurt yourself!"
That attempt of escape didn't work out, sadly. You can only hope he's a heavy sleeper so you can sneak away tonight.
And, once again, you're being cradled against his chest.
"It's a miracle you survived this long without me," he tuts, though he doesn't seem upset anymore. "If you want to play hide-and-seek, we'll have all day tomorrow, okay, baby? For now, its bedtime."
You know you're not getting out of it, so you just nod.
Once you arrive in Wolfe's bedroom, he settles you down onto a pillow carefully. He excuses himself very briefly to change into some night clothes. The only reason you don't run away is because you've come to terms it won't work. Once he comes back, he swaddles you back in blankets and then brings you to his chest once again.
He pets your head soothingly as your head is practically pressed into his shoulder. You watch him grab something; it looks like a children's book.
"I've always collected little things like these," Wolfe mumbles, "because I wanted to have children someday. And now I finally have the cutest little one!" He peppers kisses on top of your head. "Are you ready for a story?"
No, you're not. Not at all. You sigh, agreeing halfheartedly.
Its a very generic story of a prince saving a princess, defeating a dragon. That sort of thing. Maybe it really is doing its job, because you feel exhausted just listening to the boring story. You're afraid if you pretend to fall asleep, you'll end up falling asleep for real.
Only when its the last page of the story, do you pretend to doze off. It works, and Wolfe looks satisfied. He closes the book shut, setting it aside onto a nightstand.
"I can't believe my wishes are coming true," he whispers to himself, as you've noticed he frequently does.
Once you can hear his soft snores, and you feel his grip loosen up on you.
You don't get hopeful yet, though. The blanket is still tight around you, so you have to wiggle yourself around until you get free. Its hard, and you almost knock some things over during your struggle. Luckily, it doesn't disturb Wolfe too much. He only stirs slightly, but never fully awakens.
Finally, you crawl away from the bedside and begin the trek down the halls.
It's nearly pitch black, so you have to feel your way around. It seems like it takes hours, but you manage to make progress until finding a window, just a tiny bit of light spilling out of it from the moon.
Carefully, you slip your way outside through the open window.
You hesitate, wondering if you should grab what you originally came here for, but decide against it. You just want out of here.
The drop isn't so bad, and you nearly sprint to where you remember the beanstalk being, the way you got here to begin with.
After lots of searching, and running out of breath several times along the way, you find no sign of the stalk.
Realization dawns upon you like getting doused with ice cold water. Someone must've cut it down after you got here.
You hang onto desperation and hope, wondering if perhaps you didn't check well enough. Yet despite all your efforts, you find nothing. You have no choice but to accept that fact. Someone found it and removed it. What are you going to do now? Surely there's another way back down, right?
"Baby?" a panicked voice shouts.
You freeze up, blood running cold. Of course he's figured out you're gone by now.
"Baby!" Wolfe calls again. His voice sounds broken, hysterical.
Before you can even process anything, Wolfe's figure approaches. He looks beside himself, frantic, eyes filled with tears and cheeks already tear stained. He collapses onto his knees as he comes up to you.
You consider running, but you know outrunning him is impossible. Instead, you just wait in fearful anticipation.
"Why would you run away like that?" Wolfe whispers in disbelief, as if he can't process it. "Why would you scare me like that?" He doesn't seem like he expects you to answer, just scooping you in his arms and taking long strides back home.
He's holding you tight, like he's terrified you might somehow slip away. He's shaking, and you're pretty sure you are too.
The rest of the way is silent as Wolfe cradles you securely.
He's already back inside the house when he breaks the silence.
"That was very dangerous. You are so, so lucky another giant didn't see you," he rasps. "If they did..." He shudders. "What were you even thinking?" His voice isn't raised, it never had been, but you can tell he definitely isn't pleased with you. He wipes at his eyes as he carries you back into his room. "You really scared me, (Y/n)," he breathes, "you can't do things like that."
"Sorry," you reply lamely, guilt starting to settle in your gut. "Please don't be mad at me." You wince when you feel his large thumb wipe away some stray tears that had fallen from your own eyes.
"Oh, no, I'm not mad!" he cries sympathetically. "I'm worried about you. Please understand that." He gives a shaky sigh. "I was just scared. I've been alone for so long, I..." he trails off. "You shouldn't have to hear that, I'm sorry, sweetheart."
You don't ask questions, nor do you respond.
He kisses you on the forehead again as he starts redressing you in the huge blankets. "Please stay safe in Papa's arms tonight. Promise me..."
Oddly enough, you feel bad enough for him to nod. "Okay. I promise." It's not like you have any other option.
