SENPAI SINPAI HAVE SOME PIE. WHAT. YEA. I WAS JUST BEING LAME AND TRYING TO PUN. NEXT UP FOR EDHERMAN IS THE HALLOWE-I MEAN. HAUNTED HOUSE UPDATE YEA??? YEA I ALWAYS MISTAKE THE HAUNTED HOUSE FOR HALLOWEEN LMFAO. BUT HAI! WOULD THIS PROMPT WORK? “If you want, we could go together?” (/post/140514629443/) WHETHER THEY GO TO THE HAUNTED HOUSE TOGETHER OR THEY LEAVE TOGETHER?? AYYYE ;) BLESS WHICHEVER WAY YOUR IDEAS TAKE YOU. I ADMIRE YOU AND YOUR OCEAN OF WORDS. ILUSFMMMMMM
SO, I TOTALLY DID NOT PUT THE PROMPT IN??? BECAUSE THAT’S APPARENTLY MY MO. WTF. ANYWAY, MY BEAUTIFUL ANON-CHAN-SAN-SENPAI, I HOPE YOU WILL ENJOY THIS. I HAD WAY TOO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS. :’)
Send me two characters and a prompt - “If you want, we could go together?”
Rating - Teen
Word Count - ~4245
Part of my EdHerman series - goes hand in hand with this update from my SomaEdgar series
After the debacle with Maurice, the campus returned to normal. The beginning of May was just around the corner, which meant that it was almost time for the semi-annual haunted house. Herman couldn’t wait to plan with his fellow prefects what they planned to do, especially given that this will be Edward’s first year helping out, as the two of them had not gotten together until after the tournament in June the prior year. No one had brought it up yet, so Herman decides to take it upon himself to remind everyone.
“Have we thought about what we’re going to do this year for the haunted house?” He asks one afternoon, as the prefects, fags, and now Ciel Phantomhive - serving as a fag to Lawrence’s fag, all sit around in the Swan Gazebo.
Gregory hums thoughtfully from the couch he sits on, his drawing pad balanced on his knees. “Well, for one, we must plan a date. Since it’s May in a few days, why not make it for the following weekend.”
“Yes, Gregory has a point,” Edgar pipes up. “There’s no way we can throw something together with only a few days’ notice. It’s still close to the beginning of May.”
“Must you always break the rule, Redmond?” Lawrence grumbles. “And if it’s next week, that’s fine for me.”
Herman nods. “Okay, fine. We agree it’ll be next weekend. But what are we going to do?”
“Permission to speak, Greenhill?” Edward asks, a thoughtful look on his face.
Turning towards his fag, he nods his head. “Permission granted, Midford.”
“Well, why not make it extra creepy this year? Last year was good, but we should really go above what was done last year.”
Herman is about to reply that of course last year was good, when Edgar answered him first. “You know, I think that’s a good idea. I can ask my uncle to see if he knows anyone that could help us out with this.”
“Phantomhive, don’t you know someone?” Edward looks over at his cousin, causing Herman’s eyebrow to raise up.
The first year laughs nervously, then shakes his head. “No, not really. But, I can do anything you want. Do we dress up at all?”
Lawrence pushes his glasses up onto his nose. “The prefects and their fags are expected to participate during the event in several different faucets. One - we come up with the idea of what the theme will be-”
“Which is what we’re doing right now, Lawrence. Excellent explanation.” Edgar interjects.
In order to prevent another verbal sparring, Herman continues for Lawrence. “After we decide the theme, then we work most evenings - after homework is completed - to make sure the maze is set up properly. It’s going to be late nights for the next week, Phantomhive.” Herman waits for him to nod his head in understanding before continuing, spinning his cricket bat with one hand. “Then we’re all assigned a task for the event - be it helping make sure students queue properly, to being one of the scarers, or perhaps part of a scene that we’ve decided to play out.”
“And it’s just for the students?” Ciel asks.
“It is,” Gregory nods his head absentmindedly. “It’s been a tradition that Violet Wolf has upheld for the last fifty years.”
“If we’re discussing ideas, I think I might have one,” Ciel remarks.
Herman looks over at Lawrence and Clayton, who both look at one another. “What’s your idea, Phantomhive?” Clayton asks.
“Well, I wouldn’t be averse to being someone in a scene. What if we did something like a ritual sacrifice? Only, instead of the person being dead on the slab, he comes back to life?”
“Phantomhive….that’s incredibly morbid.” Edgar stands up, and walks over to him. “That’s perfect to be the center of the haunted house. Don’t you think so, Gregory?”
“Sounds good to me,” Gregory nods his head. “What could your uncle get for us?”
“I’m not sure. What should I ask for?”
Edward clears his throat. “What about a few coffins? We could scatter them throughout the maze, so that it adds to the atmosphere of this sacrifice. Failed attempts, as it were? Violet, you and Cheslock could do makeup to make it look super grotesque, right?”
“Course we can!” Cheslock nods his head. “I got the perfect stuff to make the blood look real.”
Herman’s chest swells with pride, as he looks over at his lover. Well done, Eddie! He wants to say it out loud, but refrains from it, and instead helps to draw up the plans for the maze, now that they have their centerpiece.
As the sun begins to set, the prefects and their fags bid each other farewell for the day, heading back to their respective dorms together. Herman looks over at Edward, and sees that he’s got a serious look on his face. “Eddie? Is something the matter?”
“Just thinking, Herman,” Edward remarks. “Do you find it weird that my cousin has said he’d be willing to be a sacrifice?”
“Not particularly, no,” Herman shakes his head. “I think it’s actually a great idea, and if done right - we can get the maximum scares out of people at that point in the maze. It should be fun!” He smiles, pushing the door open to their dormitory house. “What sort of role do you want to take care of for this?”
His fag looks up at him. “What do you think I should do, Greenhill?” Back to formality, as other students from their dorm are walking through the common room.
“I think you’d have a good knack at scaring people from a hideaway spot.”
“You think so?”
“I do.”
“Then, I’ll request to do that,” Edward smiles up at him. “So, we’ll be out late tomorrow night, sir?”
He nods his head. “And up until the event, most likely. Schoolwork comes first though.”
“Understood, sir.”
Taking a quick look around, he sees that there’s no one else around. Dipping his head down, he speaks near his lover’s ear. “Come to my room after your rounds tonight, Eddie?”
“As if you have to ask,” his fag replies, giving him a simple nod. “Enjoy the rest of your evening, Greenhill.”
“And you the same, Midford.”
Herman heads up to his private dormitory, and sets his bag on this desk. He’s got a few hours to kill before Edward will be in his room. Now it’s time for him to think of something he can do for the maze, which won’t require too much effort on his part, as scary things are his least favorite thing to be a part of.
***
“No, no. That goes over there,” Gregory sighs, instructing one of the second years on where to set part of the maze. “Ren, could you please help me out?”
“Who the hell is Ren?” Edgar asks, as the four prefects are hammering wood in the middle of the common room in Violet Wolf’s dormitory. “And Lawrence, just what the hell do you think you’re doing? You’re supposed to be sanding the wood, not patting it dry.”
Edward leans over to him, everyone’s sleeves rolled up to their elbows. “I had no idea that Redmond was such a workhorse.”
“I think he’s upset that this is our last night before the event.” Herman has been through this drill before, and can remember quite well just how bossy Edgar had been the prior year, even though he’d been just a fag for Scarlet Fox. “He’ll be more manageable tomorrow.”
The dorm master for Sapphire Owl comes into the room. “Gentlemen, we’ve placed the coffins in their appropriate places. Redmond, do tell your uncle that he did not have to get us as many as he did. We only have so much room in this house to work with.”
“Well, it’s not all that bad, Sebastian,” Edward remarks.
Herman stares at his fag, just as the rest of the prefects do. Ciel coughs loudly, garnering Edward’s attention. “What?”
“I think you meant to say Professor Michaelis,” Ciel glares at him.
“O-Oh! Right!” Edward laughs nervously. “Why did I call him Sebastian?”
Herman can tell right away that his lover is lying, but he doesn’t know why. Does he know Professor Michaelis too? “Well, if we have extras, maybe we can use them outside,” Edgar clears the air by speaking in a haughty tone. “That’ll set the mood, won’t it?”
“I think it would,” Joanne agrees in a soft voice. “We could even put some cobwebs on them, to give it more of a spooky feeling.”
“An excellent decision, young sirs.” Professor Michaelis smiles. “I shall see to it that the remaining ones get placed outside.”
“But not all together,” Edgar says.
“Of course.” Professor Michaelis places his hand over his chest, and bows to them, before taking his leave.
The last item goes up at a quarter to two in the morning, everyone barely able to keep their eyes open. But, they did it - they finished prepping Violet Wolf dormitory for the haunted house event to happen the following day. Herman places his arm around Edward’s shoulder, leading the two of them out of the dormitory together, neither seeming to care if anyone is bothered by their closeness. Herman’s too tired to care, thus allowing him to move freely without any inhibitions. He moves so freely that he leads Edward back up to his dorm without even asking, not that Edward protests any.
They undress one another, and then slide under the covers together, Herman snuggling close to his lover’s body, as his eyelids stay closed. Edward’s chest is pressed against Herman’s back, keeping Herman close to him. It had been a very, very long day, but they’d accomplished so much that it feels good to be this tired. Herman is grateful that tomorrow night, it’ll all be over, as he misses how it feels to not be tired. Every night this past week, he and Edward just have fallen asleep together, both too tired to even think about being sexual with one another. But with the haunted house happening the following night - later today - hopefully the tiredness will go away, allowing the two of them to enjoy some physical activities with one another. He yawns, mumbling a quick ‘love you’ to Edward before passing out, hearing Edward repeat it back in a barely audible reply, Herman dead to to the world until the sun rises.
***
The haunted house is all anyone can talk about the following morning, the excitement in the student body palpable. All the prefects look at one another, pleased to see that their haunted house seems to be the talk of the school, prior to the actual event. Herman thinks that the coffins outside of the dormitory have helped add to the excitement, Professor Michaelis doing an amazing job of setting everything up to make it look scary even in broad daylight. He wonders what it will look like in the evening.
“Are you going to tell me what role you’ll be taking this evening?” Herman asks, looking over at his boyfriend.
Edward shakes his head, a coy smile on his lips. “It’s a surprise, Greenhill. Just leave it alone. Are you still going to be someone that pops out and scares people?”
“I’m not sure yet,” the prefect replies. “It all depends on how things run this evening. What time do you have to be ready for your stuff?”
“I need to be at the dormitory at a quarter to seven.”
“Okay,” Herman smiles. “I’ll already be there, so I might not see you until it’s all over?” That realization has the smile disappearing from his lips.
A hand touches his knee, Edward giving it a gentle squeeze underneath the table. “We’ll see each other, Herman. I promise.”
He nods his head, feeling much better after hearing his lover’s affirmation. “Okay, Eddie.” He places his hand on top of Edward’s, and returns the squeeze.
Classes seem to drag on forever, and not just for Herman. It seems that all the students are anxious, everyone looking forward to the haunted house that will open at 8pm for the student body. Rather than curfew being at 10pm, as on a normal school day, the Vice Headmaster has put a bulletin out for the students, informing them that on this night, curfew will be at midnight, allowing more time to go through the haunted house.
The P4 have decided to forgo their normal meeting at the Swan Gazebo after school is done for the day, instead choosing to make final preparations for the haunted house. Herman had no time to see his lover, but trusted that what he had said at breakfast would remain true - that he would see him at some point during the evening. Rather than play a part in the maze, Herman has elected to make sure that everything runs smoothly, along with the help from the dorm wardens from Violet Wolf and Scarlet Fox. The dorm wardens for Blue Sapphire and Green Lion would be supervising the queue outside, making sure that the students all behave according to Weston standards.
If the day had been slow, as soon as the sun disappeared from the horizon, the night hours seemed to race by. One minute it had been five in the afternoon, and now, it is five minutes to eight. He’s doing a few final prechecks inside, wanting to make sure that everyone is in their proper place.
“Cheslock!” He calls out, looking for the fag of Violet House. “Cheslock, is everything ready? Can we open the doors?”
A disembodied voice calls out from somewhere in the darkness. “We’re good to go, Greenhill!”
“Alright! I’m opening the doors! Good luck, everyone! And make sure to give these students the fright of a lifetime!” He hears the group that’s scattered throughout the maze give a resounding cheer.
He fixes his sweater, which is black, covering up a black button up shirt. A pair of black trousers on his legs, rather than the houndstooth pants he normally wears for his uniform, allows him to blend into the environment rather nicely. They had done a quick dress rehearsal, everything all in place, and had made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. He’s glad he’s not one of the students that will be walking through, as he doesn’t think his heart could take the scares of each room in the maze. Squaring his shoulders, he throws the doors open, and sees the student body waiting in a long line that stretches all the way back towards Sapphire Owl’s dormitory.
“Welcome to this year’s haunted house!” He announces, earning cheers from the first through seventh years. “Please enjoy tonight, and remember - you may go in, but you might not come out.” He laughs maniacally, and then steps to the side, allowing the dorm warden of Violet Wolf to begin bringing students in, a group of six at a time.
Screams pierce the air, as the students make their way through the maze. Herman hadn’t seen Edward during the dress, so he hopes that wherever he is, that he’s doing Green Lion proud. Not that he has any doubt that he would do such a thing. He decides to go outside, to see how the students are behaving, as there’s not much he can do inside at the moment, without getting in the way.
Professor Michaelis is standing at the gated entrance, keeping the queue in order. “Ah, Mister Greenhill,” he says, bowing towards him. “How is everything going inside?”
“Seems to be a hit right now.” There’s a loud scream just from inside the house, the two looking at each other with smiles on their faces. “How goes it out here, Professor? I like the horns.” He gestures to the headband the man is wearing on top of his head.
“Do you?” Herman almost swears he sees fangs in the professor’s mouth, but surely that must be a trick of the light. “I thought it would be rather humorous to wear them. Get into the spirit, that sort of thing.”
Nodding enthusiastically, Herman agrees. “It fits perfectly. Thank you for all your help this week, sir. We really couldn’t have done it without your assistance, as well as the other dorm wardens.”
“It is no trouble, Mister Greenhill,” Professor Michaelis says. “Do enjoy your night. I shall make sure to keep the line moving for you.”
“Much obliged!” He heads back up the stone steps, and sneaks past the next group of victims, who seem to be stalling, not wanting to enter.
Keeping to the shadows, he makes his way through the maze, enjoying watching the performers popping out and scaring unexpecting students. The screams begin to make his ears buzz, but it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. Moving through each scene, he watches a group head into the room where he knows there’s someone pretending to be hanging from a noose. He waits a few moments, and then hears them scream, and then laughter sounds, as the group makes their way out. Deciding to see just how good this scare is, he heads into the room alone, repeating to himself that he’s just checking to make sure it looks real enough.
When he gets into the room, the low light makes it look a lot scarier than he knows it is. He helped build this part a few days ago. That’s what he keeps reminding himself, as he makes his way further in. The person laying on the table, with a large gash across their neck, however, is not who he’s expecting, and feels all the blood drain from his face, his stomach falling to the depths of hell.
Edward is the chosen victim, his face made to look like he’s a freshly decaying corpse. “Eddie,” he whispers, tears beginning to stream from his eyes. “No.”
Eyes snap open, and look up at him. “Herman??” Edward stops pretending to be dead. “Herman, what’s wrong?”
“It looks so real!” He wipes his eyes, feeling rather foolish. “No, no! Don’t get down!” He shakes his head, as Edward starts to move himself off the table he’s laying on.
“It’s fake, Herman. Don’t worry,” Edward flashes him a smile. They both look over towards the entrance of the room. “I have to-”
“I know.” His fingers go to touch the wound at his neck, but stop just before coming into contact with it. “No wonder why they scream so loud.” He grins weakly. “I’ll see you later, okay? I need to go check on the others.”
“Later.” Edward nods his head, then resumes his ‘dead’ position.
Herman exits the room, trying to calm down his racing heart. It’s fake. He knows that Edward would never do something like that in a million years, which is why it’s a perfect display. After passing the sacrificial altar, again looking more lifelike than it should, he rounds the corner. Someone pops out of a coffin, a loud yelp leaving Herman’s mouth at the unexpected surprise.
“Greenhill?” Edgar asks, a startled look on his face. “What are you doing in here?”
Hand over his chest, Herman groans. “I’m making sure everything's running smoothly. Get back in your coffin, the next group should be here in a few moments. Thanks for giving me a heart attack.”
“Just doing my job~.” Edgar smiles, then climbs back into the coffin, sealing it shut.
He finally makes it out of the house, his heart no worse for wear at the intensity of the scares. He checks his watch. A quarter after nine. Has time already flown by that fast? He heads back towards the entrance, and sees that the queue is as long as it had been when he had first gone to speak to the professor. He makes his way back over to him, as he’s still in the same spot he’d last seen him.
“Has the line not moved, Professor?”
“On the contrary. It seems that as soon as they leave, they are heading back into the line, Mister Greenhill.” Professor Michaelis smiles. “It seems that it is a hit.”
“That’s great news!” He grins. “We’ve got another two and half hours to keep scaring them.”
“I shall make the announcement when it’s the final hour.”
“Thanks, Professor!” Herman heads back up to the entrance.
For the rest of the night, groups head through the maze multiple times, each time their screams louder than the last. Herman is glad that the ones working are giving it their all, and making each walkthrough a different experience. That is what makes this event so special each year. He can remember when he had been a first year, and had gone into it not knowing what to expect. And now, here he is, making sure that everything runs smoothly in his final year on campus. It makes him incredibly happy that the P4’s legacy will continue on, as this haunted house has been the best one that has ever been put on. That he is certain of.
The last group makes its way through the house at ten minutes to midnight. Once they’re out, Herman closes the front doors, and all the candles are blown out, as electricity fills the dormitory. All of the performers let out a resounding cheer, and gather in the front of the house, each leaving their post. Herman waits for everyone to arrive, and then addresses them all.
“Do you feel good about what happened tonight?” He asks. Everyone nods. “You should! This has been our best haunted house yet!” He smiles. “Get some rest. Prefects, and fags, we’ll clean up this tomorrow. Good night, everyone! Thank you for your hard work tonight!”
Everyone claps, and then the students begin to disperse. Herman looks over at Edward, who is walking towards him, the paleness of his makeup making him look like a walking corpse. The adrenaline that’s been pumping through his veins is slowly depleting. They share a look, and leave Violet Wolf’s dormitory together, neither saying a word as they make their way back to Green Lion’s dorm. When they arrive there, the noise level is much louder than it should be, considering it’s already after curfew.
“OY!” He shouts, the students instantly shutting up. “YOU KNOW THE RULES. GET TO BED. NOW.”
The students scatter, heading up the flights of stairs at a breakneck speed. He turns to Edward, and sighs. “Looks like we’ll need to do a room check in about fifteen minutes, just to make sure everyone is where they should be.”
“I understand, Greenhill.” Edward nods his head. “Shall I take care of it?”
“We’ll do it together, and then we’ll go to bed.” He looks at his lover’s neck. “After a bath.”
His fag touches near where the makeup is on his neck, and nods. “Yes, Greenhill.”
The two make their rounds twenty minutes later, and once they see that all of the students in Green Lion are accounted for, they make their way up to the prefect’s private dorm. Both strip out of their clothes in the bathroom, Herman dumping the buckets of warm water near the fire into the basin. He slips into the tub first, and then Edward follows, sitting between his legs in the warm water. His arms wrap around his waist, as he pulls him close to him.
“Seeing you tonight really made me incredibly sad,” Herman admits.
“I could tell,” Edward leans back against his chest. “I guess Cheslock did my makeup well.”
“Yes, he did.” Grabbing a washcloth, he lathers it up with soap, and then drags it across his lover’s neck. He watches the fake blood and gash disappear, making him feel a hundred times better. Once it’s gone, he sets the washcloth on the lip of the tub, and gives his lover a hug from behind. “Much better.”
“Let’s hurry up in here, Herman? I’d like to share your bed properly tonight.” Edward’s green eyes look up at him. He smiles, and gives a small nod of his head.
Their bath lasts all of ten minutes, as they wash up, and then dry off completely. Lying beneath the warmth of his comforter, any trace of tiredness disappears, as their mouths come together with a passionate kiss. Edward brings Herman to completion twice before the two join together in an act of lovemaking, both professing their love to one another through kisses, touches, and their joined bodies. They pass out together as the clock strikes 2, both sharing the same content look, as snores leave their mouths.
***
“I would say that this was the best one yet,” Edgar remarks the following day, as they tear apart the maze. “The students in my dorm could not stop chattering about it all morning.”
“It was the same in our house,” Lawrence says, picking up the pieces of wood. “What about you, Ror-Gregory?”
Herman blinks. Ror-Gregory? What does that mean? “It was the same.” Gregory nods his head. “Greenhill?”
“What?” He asks. “Oh, right! Yes, it was the same for us. Feels good, doesn’t it? Knowing that everyone will remember what the four of us did for this haunted house?”
His fellow prefects nod their heads, everyone smiling. He picks up his hammer, and gets back to work, whistling a little. Yes, this is what their legacy will be, he’s almost sure of it.
