Sparks - a max fischer x magnus buchan fanfic
[⚠️THIS IS AN AU WHERE MISS CROSS DOES NOT EXIST, SHE PISSED ME OFF I SAID IT⚠️]
magnus buchan absolutely DESPISED max fischer, but could never put a finger on why.
was it max's lower class background?
the way he could make anyone do whatever the hell he wanted?
or was it the way they argued so much to the point it drove him to the point of insanity?
whether it be when max made fun of his ear or where he came from, knowing magnus threw a harder punch than max could ever throw..
or the subtle glances in which magnus SWORE happened between him and max, but the thought of it made his head spin with questions.
"is something wrong with me? that bastard." so in all reality, he kept making fun of max, just to get him to speak with him, he didn't care that it was negative banter.
magnus didn't want to seem desperate but how could he not seem desperate when max really only cared about himself?
it could be that magnus craved the self love or the narcissitic ego that max had even when he knew it was all bound to go wrong.
but what does he know? he himself never got to act that way without being eyed weird or feeling the need to conform with his cruel ways because of an "oh fuck it" attitude.
the next day he saw max on the bleachers at rushmore.
"aye, ya dafty!" magnus chuckles
"what now magnus.." max mumbled
"you cannae be looking this sad! you look like a kicked puppy!" he analyzed him, a bit too close in fact that he could smell the aftershave max used, so he backed up a bit..
that threw magnus in for a loop and he covered his face to hide the growing blush on it.
max giggled. "what, are you insecure of your ear now, buchan?"
magnus gasped. "you wee shite! i'm gonna fucking end you one day, fischer. best believe it!"
"you can't get rid of me. i'm too amazing."
"too amazing my ass. whatever."
they sat in silence for a while and max lit a smoke, "what was magnus gonna do?" he thought..
magnus tried not to stare, but he'd never admit he had it bad for this dork.
"i'm out of here.." magnus walked off.
max kept smoking and wondered what was up with magnus, but kept quiet, assuming it was nothing and it was in his head.
"that idiot.." he mumbled "who does he think he's screwing with?"
about three days later, the news broke that max fischer was now expelled for unacceptable grades.
magnus and dirk were especially shocked that max got expelled because he was so good at everything else you WANTED to assume he was good grade-wise.
dirk was never one to talk to magnus because of the fear of getting his ass kicked, but... he reached out to magnus because his heart is filled with love and compassion 🥹 (not me glazing dirk calloway)
"what now? did fischer get the boot?" he said in an arrogant way, but inside he was sulking.
"yeah, max is gone." dirk sighed and walked home, he decided to send max a letter in red crayola crayon to give a sense of urgency.
I am writing to say that I am sorry you were expelled, rushmore misses you, well me and maybe buchan anyway. I hope your new school treats you well.
max read this letter in astonishment. how can magnus buchan, the guy who has been bullying him for so long potentially miss him? being his ignorant self, he still thought nothing of it and befriended margaret yang.
magnus was big into gossip on other schools, so word spread to him and his deformed ear.
rushmore was out of school on a day grover cleveland was not, so magnus decided to go pay max a visit.
"aye, its fischer and his new woman!"
magnus chuckles but seeing the look in his eyes was anything but happy.
max is baffled on why magnus is even here.
max huffs, he felt attacked.
"fischer, you bloody beast, we need to have a private talk without your lass."
margaret was thinking "what the hell is up with this rando?"
and max sighs wishing that a huge billboard from L.A. would fall on him... just about now.
they went to a different hallway..
"you jerk, you dinnae told me you found a girl." magnus was beyond pissed.
"why should I have to tell you, you fat scottish gorilla?!"
"why couldn't you have told me?! do ya really think that little of me?"
"you really think i don't think of you buchan?! really?! it angers me you think that!" max snapped.
"well how the hell was i supposed to know?! you don't tell me shit!"
magnus really didn't know what to do now.
"well.. uh.." max murmured, seeing the downcast expression on the other's face really confused him, max didn't feel "butterflies" around guys.
"what do I do.. am I? no, i can't be.." he couldn't bring himself to say the word.. he wasn't gay was he? the media he watched or the people around him told him he couldn't be..
but a little spark in him told him he could admit it.
the way he stared at magnus when magnus wasn't looking, or actually secretly loving magnus's deformity no matter how much he made it look like he hated it.
but all the name calling could stop, all the rude remarks could end if he could just..
"i'm sorry magnus, i'm really fucking sorry."
magnus was taken aback. but just before he could muster an "it's okay"..
max's lips crashed against buchan's.
it's almost like magnus could feel the sting of sparks radiating off of max.
but he couldn't pull away.. no matter how hard he tried.
and maybe thats how it was supposed to be.
margaret caught them and wasn't alarmed, she supposed max would do this with how much she talked about magnus and their "rivalry".
"have fun gays. its not even like me and max kissed anyway!"
she strutted off like the icon she was.
she left the gays to go be themselves.
because even icons notice the sparks.
