birth-of-the-phoenix asked:
damnslippyplanet-archived answered:
I’m putting that on the prompt list because some day I may feel moved to write the thing.
But since I don’t know when that day will come, let’s try just a plain old answer for now. I think it would have to have been sometime in season two, to start with. Will locked away, unavailable for Hannibal’s little games, would have eaten away at him like something itchy under his skin, and he wouldn’t have had words for it.
I think, and I’m just thinking aloud here, this is not a question I’ve specifically asked myself before, so bear with me, that Hannibal being Hannibal, love and sex and violence are - not exactly separate things for him. So I think the two most likely candidates for The Big Realization are:
1) Mukozuke. Balanced on that damn bucket, bleeding out, hazy, not fully understanding why this is happening, and then finding out: Because Will has agency in the world and he’s using it for this. Will sent him an avenging angel. The depth of emotion that implies. And then a few moments later, the bucket gives out, the rope tightens, Hannibal’s life goes flashing before his eyes and things get very, very clear and one of the things that gets very clear is that if he didn’t love Will Graham before (and he probably did), he does now. He’s glad to know that, before he passes out.
2) Yakimono: The kitchen. Will’s his own avenging angel now, he’s trembling again but it’s not fever or fear, it’s righteous fucking anger and he’s beautiful. Hannibal’s almost sure he’s not really going to pull the trigger, but he’s not entirely sure. Will was hard to predict before and he’s a force of nature now, he might do anything. He might become anything, his life upended and his feet set on a new path that could go in any direction. Hannibal wants to see which way Will Graham goes. He wants to see Will Graham. He wants. And when Will eventually lowers the gun and leaves his house, he stands in the kitchen in the dark, for a long time, as the nature of that wanting begins to coalesce into something nameable. He thinks love. He thinks I am in so much trouble. He thinks if he were as smart as he likes to think he is, he’d take a bag and one of his false passports and leave Baltimore right now. He knows he won’t. He hasn’t felt so alive in a very, very long time.
Huh. Apparently I have more thoughts on this than I thought I did.
Your long-shot third answer, if you prefer a slow burn, could be Bedelia. A slow unfolding over a series of sessions, she never outright says “love” but she prods and insinuates at the edges of Hannibal’s stunted wordless emotions and somehow even when they’re not talking about Will Graham he feels like they’re talking about Will Graham and the realization takes root so slowly that afterwards he never can pinpoint the exact moment he knows. The day he finally says the word, Bedelia just stares him down, coolly, and she ends the session early. She thinks they both need a drink more than they need another twenty minutes of talking about Will Graham. She pours the wine with a heavy hand and they drink it silently without further discussion and Hannibal goes out into the night feeling as if the architecture of his bones has subtly shifted somehow.
scream scream scream
I vote for Option 2. (I also like how both options involve Will threatening Hannibal’s life, clearly we are on the same page there)

