fucking buffy look at her furrowed brows like she cant braid hair and theres fucking xander not even fucking looking at the hair — just whippin out french braids like it aint nothin what the frick this show man seriously
#xander harris master of the braids#because he’s clearly been braiding willow’s hair their whole lives#now i’m picturing six year old xander braiding six year old willow’s hair and i’m not crying ur crying
One time when she was five she came in with a braid that came all the way down her back. Xander had been fascinated. He’d tried not to be, playing with hair was a girly thing, and it was way more fun to try and kick around the small ball. But the other boys made fun of him for being friends with a girl, and with a big pout on his lips, he’d gone to sit with willow, and started tracing his fingers over her big braid. It was so cool, how all the hair followed this complicated pattern that he just didn’t get.
At lunch someone pulled the hairband out of her hair, and Xander had promised a crying Willow that he’d fix it. He didn’t know how, and he didn’t get how it locked together. But even then Willow had loved teaching him things, and through her tears she pulled a bit of hair in front of her face and showed him how to weave the three strands of hair into eachother. It was a pattern, it kept repeating, and after a couple of tries, Xander got it. He sat and spent the rest of lunch braiding her hair. At the end, Willow’s tears were gone, and she smiled at him, looking carefully at the braid in the mirror. It was wonky and one lock was way too big so it looked uneven, but Willow was still happy with it, informing him that he needed to practice more often, but that it was a good first attempt. And yeah, Xander was kinda proud of it. It was something he’d made with his own hands, after all.
It became their thing. After Willow told him he would soon die of the E bowl sickness (which you didn’t get from a tin of alphabet soup with only the letter E in, Xander found out) she would tell him it was time to practice hair braiding. The thing was, even though Xander grumbled and whined, it was one of his favourite things. After a while, he even started asking her if he could do it, and they would watch movies together where he just sat and played with her hair while she held the food and occasionally fed some into his mouth. But they only really did it at Willow’s house; one time they’d been at Xander’s and his dad had gotten real mad.
"I learnt a new one!" she announced one day, much to Xander’s confusion. It was, like, the level up of hair braiding. He’d passed the first level with a gold star! Xander eagerly scooted forward to watch how Willow did the french braid. It was harder, and a couple of times Willow ended up with HUGE knots in her hair and she’d get grumpy at him, but he kept practising and practicing. He even became better than Willow. He could do it without looking, could make it kind of curl around her head.
When Jesse found out, years later, during a sleepover, he teased Xander without mercy. But Xander didn’t mind. He was good at it, and it made Willow happy. And, you know something? It kinda made him happy too.