#poor xander

I fucking love Tara, she's one of if not the best characters on the show, but imagine the possibilities...

I still think Xander is just a repressed gay or bisexual(although personally it makes more sense to me that Willow is bi and Xander is gay asf. He looooves men and I think his misogyny, apart from being a boy in the 90s and 2000s, comes from a sort of spite he feels for women because he's expected to love them and be with them even though it isn't what he wants.)

Now, I still ship Xander/Anya to the end, but I think it's missing something for Xander, which is why the marriage falls through in s6.

Not to mention the long list of traumas Xander has that don't ever get addressed by the show(Jesse, almost being raped like four times, getting groomed by the She-Mantis, all of his girlfriends being demons... it's all just made into a joke but never really centered). Everyone else gets to feel their feelings, but never Xander. He's the Heart, the strength, he's a man. He can't falter, because his friends need him. They do need him... right?

Season 1:

Buffy: Popular, trendy, care-free, loads of self-esteem Willow: Shy, meek, wears outdated and mismatched clothes, low self-esteem Xander: Goofy, unpopular, the Zeppo, no fashion sense, weird 90s haircut Cordelia: Popular, trendy, insensitive, insecure, occasionally wise Season 2:

Buffy: Unpopular, still trendy, not-so-care-free, shyer then before Willow: Shy, somewhat more assertive, a little more fashion sense than before Xander: Goofy, even more unpopular, still the Zeppo, no fashion sense Cordelia: A little less popular, nicer, insecure, occasionally wise

Season 3:

Buffy: Unpopular, quieter, more uptight, still has fashion sense though Willow: A lot more assertive, some fashion sense, not-so-empathic Xander: Beats himself up a lot, sarcastic, still the Zeppo, no fashion sense Cordelia: Nicer, in love with Xander, losing her popular status, occasionally wise Season 4 Buffy: Quieter, more insecure, unstable relationship, fashion sense still exists Willow: Good sense of fashion sense, oddly self-centered, not-so-empathic Xander: Quieter, sarcastic, no fashion sense, poor, doesn´t know his role Season 5

Buffy: A bit of a loner, hates herself, fashion sense becomes more adult-like Willow: Self-confident, great clothes, in a stable relationship, epic mojo girl Xander: Sarcastic, loner, some fashion sense, in a stable relationship Season 6

Buffy: Loner, cold, detached, was just ripped from heaven by her best friend Willow: Great clothes, practically glowing with happiness, in a stable relationship Xander: Moody, sarcastic, some fashion sense, in a relationship, drinks a lot Season 7

It wasn't especially pleasant, but we got it done and all tests were negative✔️😁

So here’s my theory on why Corrin remembers so little of her life before. It’s true that trauma can have that affect on children, but I also imagine King Garon not wanting to leave any of that to chance. Also, this is probably why it took so much for Corrin to remember after returning to Hoshido.

           Corrin hid under the bed, clutching one of the pillows she’d brought with her. She was afraid. She didn’t want to come out of hiding until he was gone. But he wasn’t going to leave until she did come out. She knew this all too well. Corrin had once spent almost a full day hiding from him, praying to the Dragons and Pegasus Knights and anyone else listening to make him go away. It didn’t work then, and it didn’t work now. He stayed until at last she crawled out to see if she was safe. Then he was at her side, leering down at her with his one free eye. The other was covered by an expresionless bronze mask, which seemed less terrifying than the real one that watched her like her cat watched a mouse.

           “Hello, Princess Corrin,” He greeted. “How are you today?”

           “I’m fine…” She mumbled.

           “Oh?” The Sorcerer’s smile widened. “You don’t seem fine. Aren’t you lonely here?”

           She shook her head. “No…Big Brother’s going to come see me again—soon he said.”

           “Oh?” The masked man mused. “And your father?”

           Corrin bit her lip tightly. “Father…Father’s gone…He left me…”

           “Ah, but he didn’t!”

           She looked up sharply, looking directly into that amber eye. “Father…did. He left. He let that man take me.”

           Her visitor sighed heavily. “No, child,” He corrected. “The man who took you is your father. The man who left you was a bad man your father trusted to look after you.”

           “Nuh-uh!” Corrin argued. “That was my father! He loved me!”

           “Corrin,” The man bent down, forcing her to stare into his one eye. “He lied. He wanted to hurt you. Your father, King Garon came to your rescue. Do you understand?”

           Corrin started to argue, but suddenly she didn’t know why. Why would she argue with her father’s most trusted advisor? He never lied to her. He might have been a little scary, but he was right. Her father loved her. He couldn’t leave her with that liar…

           “Corrin…” He called.

           “Yes?” She mumbled, feeling oddly drowsy.

           “Perhaps you’d like to sleep on it? You can tell me what you remember when I come back.”

           “N’kay…” She mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

           “Very well!” The man nodded, straightening. “I’ll let your father know you’re still feeling ill. You rest and—”

           “What is going on here?!” A voice demanded.

           Corrin snapped to, recognizing the booming voice. “Big Brother!” She darted to him, throwing her arms around him, all feelings of lethargy gone. “I missed you!”

           “Aww,” Her visitor gave a mocking coo. “How sweet.”

           “Iago…What is the meaning of this?!” Xander demanded, reaching down to pluck Corrin from the ground. He held her tightly, one hand reaching for his blade.

           “Orders from your father, Good Prince,” The man put his hand up. “I’m merely here to check on his beloved daughter’s progress…It seems we have a ways yet to go until she fully grasps the truth about what happened.”

           Corrin looked back at the man, who was grinning, his one good eye trained on her. She looked to Xander, feeling suddenly uneasy. Her brother’s eyes were slits of fury, his brow furrowed as he glared down the other man, clutching Corrin to his chest.

           “Get out.” He growled.

           “Of course,” The man bowed low, his smile still wide and mocking. “As you command, your Majesty,” He rose to his full height, and moved to leave, pausing as he met the Prince near the door. “Princess Corrin.”

           “Y-yes?” She responded timidly.

           “Tell me, who is your father?”

           She frowned, confused by the question. “Father’s the king of Nohr, King Garon.”

           Iago turned a triumphant sneer to Xander, his one amber eye proud as if he had won a battle. He turned, sweeping from the room to leave the siblings alone.

           Xander’s frame relaxed, allowing Corrin to slide slowly back to the ground as he slumped against the wall. His grieved hand fell back to his side as he let out a long groan. Corrin straightened.

           “Xander, are you hurt!?” She cried, looking for any sign of physical damage. “Did somebody poison you!?”

           “I’m fine, Corrin,” He gave her a thin smile. “But are you alright? Did that man do anything to you?”

           “Umm…” Corrin frowned, trying to remember. It seemed like mere moments ago, and yet it was fuzzy and indistinct. “Not really…He said father took me from a bad man…” She looked up to her big brother. “Is that true?”

           Xander’s eyes softened. “Yes, Corrin…That’s true.”

           She relaxed, smiling up at him. “Well, it’s okay. I don’t remember much about it. But I’m glad you’re back! I was starting to get lonely!”

           Her big brother sighed. “I imagine you were…”

           “Do you want to play a game?” She suggested.

           “Hmm…” He frowned. “A quiet one…”

           “Okay!” Corrin jumped up enthusiastically. “I know just the game!” She darted off, leaving her big brother to rest while she went downstairs. A maid caught her on her way there, and the little girl gave the woman her request. Minutes later she was given what she’d asked for and was trotting slowly back to her room.

           Xander had found his way from the wall to the table, and looked up to see her return. She set down the tray in her hands, bearing the teapot, cups, cookies, and other necessities.

           “Tea Time!” She chirped proudly.

           Xander smiled gratefully to her. “That,” he declared, picking up a cup. “Is a wonderful game.”