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“The Overlook Hotel” A Malec AU Fanfiction. Summary: It’s Winter 1977. Bestseller suspense and horror writer Alec Lightwood is having the worst case of writer’s block and his publisher is on his ass with the deadline for a new horror novel. When the Overlook Hotel owner posted a help wanted aid for a winter caretaker during the hotel closing season. Alec applied, even against his editor’s advise. Alec hopes that hotel’s seclusion will help him finish his overdue novel. Bring his boyfriend, Magnus Bane, the world-renowned dancer and choreographer, who also in need for some isolation from the world after a highly publicized scandal. Thinking an entire hotel to themselves will inspire creativity and healing…And some alone time is always a plus…but unfortunately, they’re not alone. Rating: Mature. It’s a horror flick, 80’s rules applied. Genre: Horror, romance, supernatural, psychological thriller, suspense…channeling my inner Stephen King…but I am no Stephen King. Hahaha. Just someone who loves Halloween, horror movies, and Malec. Inspired by the spirit of Halloween, “The Shining”,…both versions Stephen King’s novel and the Stanley Cooper’s interpretation…and of course Malec.  Chapter 1: The Grand Gesture “Are you sure you want to do this?” Alec reached for Magnus’ hand. He gave it a squeeze. His eyes still on the road. Magnus held Alec’s hand to his lips, kissed it. He smiled, pushing long strains of Alec brown curls back. It was the 100 time, Alec has asked Magnus. Now only 40 minutes away from their final destination. Magnus found it sweet that he still worried, but the truth is it’s too late to turn back. “Alexander, yes…I want this. You and me…alone.” The sound of metal clicking in the backseat and a soft meow. “…And Chairman.” Magnus smiled, looking back at their grey tabby cat in his carrier. He turned back on the road ahead, completely in awe of the beauty. Miles of land, untouched and untamed. Blue skies and sunshine. Oceans of trees and snow. Alec placed a kiss on Magnus’ palm. After three days on the road. The Overlook Hotel was finally in view. Standing alone and grand on high hills, surrounded by mountains and deep endless forest. Magnus took a deep breath while biting his lower lip. Two months away from civilization and drama. Alone with only Alec and Chairman for company. He held Alec’s hand tighter and closer. He needs this. They need this.  Writer’s block. Consuming and numbing writer’s block. After the success of Alec’s first book, The No Man’s Game and his critical acclaimed follow up, The Photographer—Alec Lightwood became an instant household name. He was in high demand by his fans and his publisher, both have been on his ass for a year for a third book, demanding a possible sequel to The Photographer. He wants to be Stephen King. He was no Stephen King. The third book has been beyond complicated and difficult. A messy office in Brooklyn filled with manuscripts since the days he began to write, but none ever worthy for Alec Lightwood’s third book pedestal. Truth is he’s in turmoil and the pressure is hitting him hard. Endless nights of wasted papers and cold coffee was getting him nowhere. He wasn’t sure where to go? The inspiration has been dry. He needs to write but getting pass one sentence has been a battle. The public’s high anticipation added with his own self-expectation was overwhelming him. Alec was desperate. When a random word of mouth about a hotel in the mountains in Colorado was looking for a winter caretaker during their closing season. The idea of an enclosed hotel enthralled Alec. An isolated hotel away from the public and the world. To Alec, it was a writer’s dream. Alec made the call. His editor, Ragnor was against it. He recommended Paris, London, coffee shops, or a train ride through Europe. Anything but cabin fever. Alec passed on all the suggestions. His family thinks he’s crazy too. However, his choice was not only for him but for Magnus too. He needs to take him away. He wants to hurt them. Kill them. Eliminate all those who dare to hurt his Magnus. Thoughts of vengeance and pure rages filled his mind. Yet he had to follow a moral code, he resisted and decided that the best thing he can do is to take Magnus away from the drama. Magnus needs time to heal. Alec needs to learn to tame the monster inside.  Magnus Bane. His one and only. Magnus was a world-renowned dancer and a choreographer. Traveled world since he was an infant. A prodigy and the only son of the infamous music legend and composer Asmodeus. Since the age of 5, Magnus spoke 7 different languages, composed his own music, and directed his own dance ensemble. He was accepted in Juilliard at 14. He was the youngest ever accepted. Extraordinary was not enough to describe Magnus.  Alec met Magnus during Alec’s sophomore year at NYU. Late at night, on his walk back to his tiny studio apartment in the Bronx. From the library, he would make a shortcut through the Performance Art building. He heard music—sad but perfectly synced music echoing in the halls. Following the song’s trance, he found Magnus. He was alone on an empty stage under spotlights. There were no audiences. Just a dancer and a recorder player. He was beautiful, magical, and magnetic. Completely in his own world dancing like moving art, unknown that at that very moment by the doorway—Alec was falling in love. When their eyes locked. Magnus‘ soft brown eyes on Alec’s hazels, that hid behind a messy shag of dark brown hair. Magnus was covered in sweat, yet he smelled so sweet. The kind of sweet that made Alec thirsty and determined. Magnus was trying to catch his breath, bare-chested with a pair of very tight black dancer tights. He gave him a shy smile and “hello.” Alec knew then, Magnus Bane was his one. His only.  Magnus was younger. He was only 18. Alec was 23. He called him…Alec, like everyone else. They were friends at first. Best friends with inside jokes and movie marathons. Inseparable and unbreakable. Then one day, Magnus looked at him and called him, “Alexander” for the first time. He told him that he thinks he like girls…and boys too. He admitted he was interested in a particular tall, dark, and handsome man. He had hazel eyes and had a smile that melts Magnus’ insides. Who laughs at his jokes, buy him ice creams when he’s sad, tells him he’s beautiful and inspires him to greatness. Magnus admitted he has been flirting with this man, but he’s little clueless in the message. Alec was jealous at first thinking some stranger has won Magnus’ heart, then he connected the dots and blushed. Sometimes he’s an idiot. Alec confessed then too.  Alec was gay. He knows he is. He has always known since he understood the difference between girls and boys. But the world is cruel. He understood that fairness and equality is a long battle. Through his younger days, It was harder. He hated himself. He believed everything they said about his feelings, that it was a mental illness and a sin. He was already damned for loving a man. Magnus would tell him, at least they will be together. Even in hell. Alec is contented, if his afterlife is predetermined to the eternal fiery furnace, as long as he had Magnus. He’ll take it. Only a few knew. His siblings, his agent, editor, and Magnus. It took years for him to make a compromise with himself. He knew how he felt. He knew who he loved. He just had to make a compromise. It wasn’t justice and peace, but at least he can wake in the morning. Well, most mornings. Alec chose to keep his sexuality away from the public. It was the 70s. Being an openly gay man was a risk. He has always been a private person. He preferred it, despite his newly found fame as the “It” horror-suspense author. His agent also advised that it would be wise to keep his bedroom affairs from his profession. Though Alec’s life and honesty are limited to the public world, his writing is his truth. Even when he’s writing about monsters and demons. The truth is there.  Within a year of their confession, Alec and Magnus moved in together. Behind closed doors, in their own world. They were more than friends, beyond lovers. However, the outside world didn’t know that. On the lease, they were known as “friends” or just “roommates” sharing rent. At the present time, Alec was fine with it. As long as Magnus was near him. With him. He didn’t need the world’s approval. He has no plan to share Magnus anymore than he already has to.  The scandal. Post-Vietnam war, being Asian in America was more troublesome and melancholy than before. People looked at Magnus on the streets as the enemy. That every Asian living in America was the reason for the war. A war that left thousands of people…bitter, angry, and confused. Magnus spent his entire life, breaking thick walls to be accepted in a White man’s world. The first struggle was to overcome the shadow that was his overbearing and tiger father. Magnus worked hard. He left home. Earned an education and status as The Magnus Bane. When he earned the title of the ballerino, the lead male dancer for the New York City Dance Company. It was big news, but before it hit the hot press. He lost it. Unfortunately, in a world of art where beauty and difference should be celebrated become a world of narrowed politic. Having an Asian lead dancer was a bad idea for the company. Investors and benefactors threatened to leave the company’s financial bank if they promoted Magnus. He cannot be their face. Instead, Jean Peters became the lead. Magnus was pushed further back. Strangely, he called his father that night to tell him the news. He rather hears the words of the devil than the defeated words storming inside of him. Asmodeus, as always was truthful. His honesty was hurtful but comforting because it was true. Magnus knew he was different. He stood out in the crowd of privileged children, he was a tan Indonesian while most of his peer last named ended in names like Adams and Milton. But Magnus grew up with a silver spoon too. He was Asmodeus’ son. Asmodeus taught him to be proud of his heritage and his race. But when he was told, that all his hard work meant nothing. That’s his “face” was no longer welcomed. He never felt so ashamed for being different. He came to realize that years of work only concluded that the world only saw him as an object. A worldly and exotic Eastern import. A thing, that people indulged in so they can pretend that they were cultured and respectful. However pushing Magnus Bane “back” created a stir of gossip. There’s were already been speculations about Magnus relationship and living arrangements with Alec. Words came out soon that Magnus was gay. That his ex-girlfriend Camille blamed their break up because Magnus was cheating on her with a man. Magnus as furious. One, he wasn’t gay. He was attracted to both men and women. Two, he never cheated on her. He loved her. The betrayal was heartbreaking. However, he kept his mouth shut, afraid that any encouragement will lead to Alec. Soon, the rumors were getting out of control. Magnus couldn’t step into a club or even a room without people looking at him with their current assumptions and speculations of his life. In one week, he became the whore. Rumors of him sleeping with both men and women for advancement in his career. That he had an STD and AIDS. That he was doing cocaine at studio 54 while in a threesome in the VIP room. That he was a member of the communist party. That he was a Russian spy. That he’s nothing without his father’s name and fortune. Magnus quitted the company. Unemployed, depressed, and he locked himself in the loft. Yet, the rumors continued. Alec was angry. He stood by Magnus and told his agent, he planned to “coming out” to the public. He will tell them in the past 5 years, Magnus and him were in a serious relationship. He would clear all the rumors about Magnus. His agent advised him not to and Magnus stopped him, saying that this was not the way to come out. He didn’t want Alec to be near this. Alec was not pleased. He was angry. Yet another compromise had to be made.  When they arrived. They greeted by a man named William. He was older, most likely in his late 40s. He directed them to where to park their car. “I’ll get some help to get your bags to your rooms.” He looked at Magnus with an intensive stare. Magnus took Chairman’s carrier. Magnus is not sure he liked him. There was a bad feeling Magnus was getting from him. Alec led the way to the front. They passed a few staff members walking out. Clearly, leaving for the winter. When they entered the hotel. The air smelled of evergreen and mint. The hotel was beautiful and massive. The hotel was a Victorian styled surrounded by oak woods, red bricks, and white paints. The interior designs were grand, with strong uses of warm tones, patterns, and velvet. They greeted by a bellboy, a young man named Tim. Who smiled at them and lead them to Mr. Connor.  “There are 220 rooms here.” Mr. Connor said. His narrowed intensive blue eyes on Magnus and Alec. Alec wondered if Mr. Connor was curious about the relationship between Magnus and Alec. Why a White man was showing up at their hotel with an Asian man and a tabby cat? Alec informed Mr. Connor about the surface information. That was enough. Mr. Connor was the hotel manager. A short-stacked man with blonde hair and a thick tamed mustache. “The room keys are locked in the cabinet at the front desk. We want all the rooms to remain locked.” He said with a strong stern in his tone. He stared at them for a long second, to make it clear that rooms need to be locked and undisturbed. “I was told this was built in 1903?” Alec looked away. He did some research on the hotel. He loved history. “Yes, the hotel was built by Lord Stanley and his brothers. He was very ill with tuberculosis and built this place to heal. He recovered and was impressed by the area healing elements…especially the fresh dry air in the summer. He then decided to transform it into a hotel. Of course, more rooms were added…including a ballroom and a greenhouse in the back.” Mr. Connor answered. He then led them to the grand ballroom. Magnus was in love. It was big and spacious. He is definitely going to claim this room. Crystal chandeliers on the ceilings and large open windows letting the sun in. Alec smiled, catching the glee in Magnus’ eyes. This would be a perfect place for Magnus to practice. Mr. Connor led them to a long hallway that led to the kitchen and food supplies. “There should enough food to last you two for longer than your stay. The walk-in freezer is over there, there is a fully-stocked pantry, and we did stock some fresh vegetables in the fridge. The greenhouse also has vegetables there too…we do want you to manage the greenhouse as well.” Alec nodded. Magnus handed Chairman to Alec as he explored the kitchen. He saw some frozen streaks in the freezer and red potatoes and green beans. Now, where’s the vodka? He wondered “Thank you.” Alec was pleased. “This way…will lead to the staff living quarters.” Magnus and Alec followed. “Here, is your room Mr. Lightwood and down the hall is yours, Mr. Bane.” Magnus grinned at Alec, taking Chairman’s carrier from him. The rooms were basic. A queen size bed, a desk, a lamp, and a TV in the corner. Each room there was a connected bathroom with a standing shower. Magnus let Chairman out in Alec’s room. Their room. The room they appointed him was smaller. He smiled as Chairman made his way out of the carrier, stretching his body and legs. Magnus felt bad. The poor kitty, such a long drive.  Mr. Connor showed them the pool, the greenhouse, the cigar room, the lounge, the storage rooms, the basement, and the garage. He told them there snowmobiles in the garage and extra gasoline for emergence. After the tour, they returned back to the front desk. “This is the radio. Do check in every day and night. It is also connected to sheriff department in the nearest town. However, with the heavy storm that may take them some time to travel up here. We do have a landmine…William is our groundskeeper. He knows the area very well. I believed you met him outside. He has a cabin a few miles from here. He will check on you…time and time.” Magnus looked at Alec, he wasn’t sure about William. “Okay…” Alec checked out the radio. He turned it on and off. “Where are the backup generators?” “Yes, I’ll show you them…they are located in the back near the greenhouse….there is one in the manager office and one down by the staff living area for emergency only. Also beside the manager office is what called the nurse office, there are medical supplies there.” He replied. “Good to know.” Magnus replied, eyes at the hallway’s paintings. There were paintings of landscapes and a large dominating standing portrait of an older man with dark eyes and white hair that stood down the hall. He was wearing a black periodic Victorian suit. That must be Mr. Stanley. Magnus concluded. “Mr. Lightwood, it’s really simple, we expected you to do a walk through the hotel every day and ensure the doors are locked. Keep the heater on at a low 65 degrees so the piles won’t freeze…Of course, you can change the temperature in your rooms and use the fireplaces. It will be very cold here. Any mess or damages will be your responsibility.” Mr. Connor looked at Alec and followed his eyes to Magnus, who was wandering away. “Will do, Mr. Connor.” Alec nodded. He handled Alec a set of keys. “These are master keys to the manager office and main doors…I’ll show you the generators and the back shed…the tools are there for any needed maintenances.” Magnus have walked off. Alec followed Mr. Connor.  Alec found Magnus back in the ballroom. He was looking out towards the mountains. “Do you like it?” Alec asked. He stood next to him. “I love it. It’s quiet and peaceful. Definitely, a great place to work on your novel. And I can work on some projects here too.” Magnus smiled. Alec can feel it. A calmness and excitement in Magnus that he hasn’t felt in weeks. “I was thinking that when we get back, I am going to start my own dance company…my our productions, my own shows…what do you think?” Alec smiled, seeing Magnus hopeful made him happy. “You can do anything. I will be right here.” He wanted to kiss him. Magnus can tell, so he grinned and stood closer. “Alexander, this was a wonderful idea…I think this plan is going to work out.” He smirked. “Get this whole place to ourselves…no unwanted distractions and surrounded by nature…and I can dance naked.” Magnus purred, he bitted his lips. Looking directly at Alec’s eyes. “Naked, huh?” Alec faced him. They were close, dangerously close. “You love it when I dance naked.” He said softly. Alec smiled and nodded. Magnus, dancing and naked. Alec can’t help but think things. “I saw that large red velvet couch in the lobby when we got here…I am going to fuck you on that couch tonight.” He said firmly, staring at Magnus lustful and bold. Magnus took a deep breath. He was impressed. Alec is filled with surprises. “Yeah?” “Yeah…” Alec smiled and nodded.  Mr. Connor was the last to leave. He wrote down a list of phone numbers and told them he will call them every day to check in. He asked that they be careful and stayed warm. The upcoming storm was not be taken lightly. William and Tim left after helping Alec with carrying their luggage, bags, and a few boxes of personal supplies into their quarters. Willam did inform Alec that he will call in morning and at night every day to inform him about the current area status and the weather. He also advised Alec to do his walkthrough in the morning and never at night and like Mr. Connor but eerier and coldly told Alec to not unlock any of the rooms’ doors. He added one important note. That it was also very important to stay busy. As he said, “To keep the mind…sane”. Alec took it as, Don’t be lazy, do your job. While Alec prepared dinner. Magnus did the unpacking and fed Chairman. He found a nice corner in the lobby for chairman, setting out his cats toys, litter box, and bed. Chairman, the ever curious cat was loving the place. He roamed the rooms and halls. Finding warm places to nap and stare. Dinner was grilled steaks, baked potatoes, and streamed garlic green beans with white wine. Dinner was delicious. After dinner, Alec set his writing area in the main lobby by a large fireplace. He had his typewriter and boxes of fresh paper. He started a fire to keep the room warm. He sat at the desk for an hour, staring at his typewriter. It was just day one. He wasn’t going to pressure himself yet. He will get there. He feels more confident than yesterday. At least that’s a start. He did note down some ideas and then he played with Chairman. Magnus joined him later, he showered and was dressed in his silk purple pajamas. Face fresh and innocent looking. He greeted Alec with a kiss. “How is it going?” “It going somewhere.” Alec looked up and smiled. “You will get there, babe.” Magnus kissed his forehead. Alec nodded. He was determined to start and finish this book. He dragged Magnus and himself all the way to Colorado. He has to accomplished this. The goal is success. Magnus smelled lovely. He smelled of Chanel no. 5. Magnus doesn’t go anywhere without his Chanel. Alec pulled him closer to kiss him deeply. One sweet kiss led to heavy breathing, lips glued, and tongues tugging at each other. Alec carried Magnus to the red large velvet couch by the fireplace, that he has been eyeing since he arrived. He badly wants to see Magnus on it, naked and under him. He pulled at Magnus’ waistband. His lips never leaving Magnus’ soft and warm skin. He pushed Magnus’ legs apart and looked at him. His eyes hungry and desperate to be inside Magnus’ warmth. Magnus licked his lips as he unbuttoned his nightshirt, leaving him bare. Alec’s heart stopped. Magnus golden skin and warm brown eyes were lit from the fire’s glow. He’s gorgeous and lovely. Magnus kept his eyes on him as he reached for Alec’s belt. “Mr. Lightwood, you’re a man of your word. I was told that you’re going to fuck me on this particular couch?” “Yes, Mr. Bane. I am a man of my word.” He reached up to kiss him.  “I love you.” Magnus whispered softly as he tucked his head underneath Alec’s neck and rested his head on his chest. “I love you.” Alec kissed his head. He pulled their comforter over them. He wrapped his arms around Magnus. They decided to sleep on the couch for the night. The room was warm and comforting. They were exhausted from the long day. Chairman has settled on a nearby loveseat. They both closed their eyes. Listening to the sounds of fire woods cracking, synced heartbeats, and Chairman’s soft snores. They all fell asleep.  Outside the clouds were forming, thick and dark. The winds speed up and it created strong hallowing sounds around. The snow began to fall. On the second floor, in room 217. An echoing click of the door unlocking. The door opened with sounds of footsteps making it’s way downstairs. Lights dimmed and the rooms grew colder. Chairman was awake. He stood at the bottom of the stairway. His ears and yellow eyes locked on a figure standing on the steps with a large grin on its face.  So….it begins. Happy Halloween!!!! Thanks for reading, Chapter 2 will be posted and the monsters are coming. insert…*evil laugh* Hahahahaha. Fun Fact: Stephen King stayed in room 217 at the Stanley Hotel. He actually stayed there with his wife alone as the only guests of the entire hotel before they closed down for the season…It was this room that started the book, “The Shining.” Please…any feedbacks are welcomed. Special hello to: @viridian99 , @childoftheopenroad , @xainshadowslinger , @inapeculiarlife , @curlyandboobearziam , @lovelightwood008 , @kjulissa , @flibbertigibbetboogers, @flibbertigibbetboogers, @if-stars-were-to-die, @rhetoricianx, @jarrivepasatrouverunpseudo, @hannabellaisnotmyname, @countingstaarss