abigram headcanon, idek if i would ever find the time to write this thing, but:
the first time abigail and will sleep together, she’s twenty. they both somehow survived the bloodbath in mizumono, and decided to move away together and start over. they move to marathon, florida, where will fixes boats.
at first it’s not a sexual relationship, or even a mentor/mentee relationship. it’s really just two survivors who went through something together, something that no one else can understand but them. and they are dear to one another for that reason.
abigail starts going to college and one summer will begins to notice how her hips and thighs have filled out; she is a woman and not a teen. she begins to do the usual college stuff – going out to parties, drinking, dating just to see what it’s like – and will doesn’t comment except to make sure she is okay, and happy, and safe. but he can’t help the way his heart starts doing little flip flops when he sees her in those short shorts, or the way he sometimes thinks of her when he touches himself.
she notices, of course, because she’s begin to have similar feelings too. she thinks of will sometimes, and she wants him. so they begin sleeping together. at first it’s awkward and fumbling, because they’re not sure how much they want this. oh, they want it, but it’s new and unexplored territory for both of them.
they figure it out of course.
abigail is twenty-two when she accidentally calls will “daddy” the first time. she says she had a boyfriend for a little while who liked to do ageplay with her, and though she played with him and enjoyed it, she liked the thought of it even more with will.
will is concerned and confused for awhile. she tells him to forget about it. but he decides he’s going to learn more. he asks her questions and he reads things on the internet, and, when he feels confident enough, he seeks out an ageplay group where people explain more to him.
slowly, over time, he begins to call abigail “daddy’s little girl” and “baby girl”, with a tone of voice that makes her radiant when she hears it. he starts brushing her hair for her at night, and reading her bedtime stories. he buys comfortable clothes and adds pockets to her skirts and dresses because it makes her happy. he learns how to cook and make her favorite meals, like grilled cheese with tomato soup, and weeknight bolognese. he buys her toys and colored bubble bath for bath time. he brings her crayons and juice boxes when she is upset. he lets her sit in her princess pajamas on saturdays and watch cartoons for as long as she wants.
she never got to have a childhood. neither did will, really. but in giving her her childhood, and watching her become a stronger, more confident woman because she could have that missing piece of her life, those years of comfort and nurturing to sustain her and make her bolder, more powerful, he finds himself feeling less angry about everything. he doesn’t need to drink so much. the scar in his stomach tugs less at him. the scars on her throat are not so red and livid. they are just scars. and the abandoned little boy will was gets to be healed too.
the man will has become finds himself, one afternoon, cuddling abigail close and feeling content, at last.
“daddy,” she says as she kisses him.
“cher,” he whispers back.