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Mine PT. 2 / OUAT - Peter Pan

REQUEST: Can you do a part 2 to 'mine'? Thanks
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FANDOM: OUAT
PAIRING: Pan x Reader
RATING: T, domestic violence, and the romantization of it
TITLE: Mine PT. 2
WORD COUNT: 384

You waited until Pan was asleep. You had it all planned out, your escape.
You looked to your side, making sure he was in fact asleep. You got out of bed, got dressed quickly and climbed down from the treehouse.
You looked around, making sure none of Pan's minions were around and began running. You reached a small clearing and thought it was the perfect spot to escape.
"Think you could get away from me so easily?" you heard a voice behind you, just as you were about to throw the bean. You didn't even bother to look who it was, Pan's voice was all too familiar to you. "And with my magic bean no less."
"I'm sorry", you said flatly, tired to mean it anymore. You'd tried to escape Pan so many countless times, but never had you gotten this close. Never.
"Maybe it's time I do let you go", he said, crossing his arms and closing his eyes, giving it a thought.
You laughed and he opened one eye. "Let me go? Please", you mused.
"What makes you think I wouldn't?"
"You've been keeping me on the shortest leash ever since I rejected you and now you're ready to let me leave?" you asked. Pan shrugged.
"You obviously don't want me", he said and you were surprised.
"You'd actually let me go home?"
"Yes."

You knocked on the front door of the orphanage. You lost your parents when you were five, it was a mass car accident and you it was a miracle you survived.
"Y/N?", the woman who opened the door asked. You smiled, but she didn't. You had no idea how long you'd been gone as she angrily dragged you inside. She let go of your arm and slapped you. You got a flashback of when Pan pushed you against the wall and you could see his eyes full of rage. "You're not going anywhere, Y/N", he had said, yet here you were.
You didn't dare turn your head back toward her, afraid she'd hit you again. The woman loved her children, but she had a strange way of showing it just like Pan.
"Where have you been?" she asked and pulled you close to hug you, and suddenly you hoped those arms that gripped you tight were Pan's.