Author's Introduction: Welcome to "Peter Pan Does Your Fandom." Recently, I got fascinated by the idea of Peter Pan invading diverse fandoms and attempting to rescue/corrupt/snog characters he deemed as "lost boys." From lighthearded (forthcoming Inuyasha fic) to dark (Death Note's Mello plays rough) to naughty (Kuroshitsuji below), I've really had fun with these. Most are adult in nature, so 18+ only, please. More coming soon, and hope you enjoy them!

Crossover: Peter Pan/Kuroshitsuji (Sebastian/Ciel)

Straight On 'Til Morning

Peter Pan fumed, pacing back and forth on the window ledge of Ciel Phantomhive's bedchambers. No one had been able to place a ward to keep him from going where he wished, from entering children's rooms and summoning them to Neverland. And this one needed it more than all the Lost Boys put together! However, every time he tried to slip the window open, he felt a terrible shock, like when one rubs one's feet on carpet then touches something metal or another person's hand. A spark and a burning sensation that made clear he was unwelcome. He, Peter Pan, unwelcome! Imagine! He had never been so insulted or flustered in his long life. And he refused to call upon Tinkerbell for help. He'd never hear the end of it.

To and fro before the thick-paned window he stomped, his felt-booted feet failing to make the grouchy clomping sound he wished for. Oh, how Wendy would taunt him for this. "Dear queer Peter, unable to seduce another into the fold because of some silly little magical charm," she would say. "I daresay you are becoming old!" Then she'd giggle in that horrible girl way. Imagining that made him even more red in the face and he threw himself against the window so hard that the ward repulsed him quite entirely off the ledge. He tumbled in the air before he at last righted himself and hovered, summoning his strength to try again.

Suddenly, there was a voice behind him, clearing its throat. He wheeled around to see a strange, slender man with red eyes, looking more menacing than any Captain Hook and more beautiful—in his adult way—than even Snap Dragon, Tiger Lily's young cousin that Peter had secretly taken for his lover in recent months. "Are you the horrible grown-up that placed the charm that keeps me from taking that little boy"—he pointed to the window through which could be seen a quietly sleeping Ciel—"to Neverland?"

Sebastian put a hand to his chest and inclined his head. "I am he. Sebastian Michaelis, butler to Ciel Phantomhive, heir to the Phantomhive empire. My young master cannot, this or any day, go with you to 'Neverland,' little sprite."

Peter Pan screwed up his face and tossed his head. "I'm no sprite!" He puffed out his chest and poked a thumb at it. "I'm Peter Pan! And I shall defeat you, like all of my enemies, with the power of light and laughter and youth!"

Sebastian grinned a terrifying grin. So, the strange little wood nymph would need to be taught a lesson bodily. Very well. "Shall you indeed?" he said softly, holding very still in the air.

Peter Pan swallowed hard. This so-called butler had not raised a finger or made an actual threat. Not the kind Peter understood. Yet he recognized in that crimson-eyed visage and his few words the truth that this was no ordinary foe. Were he willing to admit such to himself, Peter would have further acknowledged that he perhaps looked into the very eyes of doom itself. Such, however, was not Peter's way. Peter always got what he wanted. Always. "But I, but he…" he stammered, then stopped. He pouted and stamped his foot in the air. "But he doesn't want to grow up and he called to me from his dreams! I must take him to Neverland, I must!"

Sebastian's menacing smile faded, replaced once more by the calm visage of the perfect butler. "Ah, I see." He bowed slightly. "You have erred in your interpretation, Master Pan. Ciel Phantomhive may well be dreaming, but his dreams belong to me." With care, he began to roll down one pristine, white glove. "You need have no fear that he will grow up. I assure you, I have far greater power to prevent that eventuality than all the magic in Neverland." He exposed the seal that bonded him to the Earl of Phantomhive.

Peter gaped and shivered. He could not say precisely what he was looking at, but whatever it was, it glowed with power and menace, reflecting in violet hue the glow in the terrible eyes of Sebastian Michaelis. He had no desire to look further upon it. He must admit defeat. He felt chastened, and he loathed it. Still, though, in his most secret heart of hearts, Peter had a certain tingly kind of respectful response to a grown-up with true power. Which almost no grown-ups had. Wendy did. And this butler did. With a sad nod, he acknowledged defeat and made ready to return to Neverland.

"Wait a moment, young Pan," called Sebastian, fitting his glove back on his perfectly manicured hand.

Peter turned, head cocked. Did he smell a change in the air?

"Upon reflection, I see no harm in your paying my young master a short visit, should you wish to do so." He appraised Pan's slender, nimble body, his pretty cherub's face. "Though he may not accompany you elsewhere, I believe I should enjoy watching the two of you, shall we say, at play?"

Peter's responding grin was far more that of demon than of child. "Well then, lead the way!" he chirruped.