#malthilda

The relief and contentment on Malthus' face; the way he looks like he has let out the breath that he's been holding back as he inhales the scent of Hilda—like his body's survival relies on breathing in her presence. And this is also paired with the initial shock on Hilda's end? The way her expression went from pure happiness and surprise that the saint came to her room, before contorting to a cry of relief as she was, yet again, assured that Malthus does indeed love her.

Then not even a few minutes later, Malthus says that he wanted to see her place—expressing his desire to know her more; to see Hilda's room not as a man that lines up to wait their turn, not as a saint of the conservative society that wants to chastise her, and not as a colonel that flashes her with gifts, but someone that wants to see the decorations of Hilda's sanctuary that wholly paints her. It was the moment that he found out about her favorite music box—one that she got when she was 15—and her love for jewelry and perfume

Definitely one of their most intimate scenes when you consider that this was the first time that Malthus willingly chose to be with her, and Hilda's first experience of a man coming inside her room with the purest intentions, even if it was to say good bye; even if it may be their last, he only longed to spend time with her.

Explicit • Complete • Fleabag/Modern Day AU

“I’ve met someone.” “You have? Oh, that’s wonderful!” Bea smiles, and her happiness is so apparent, Hilda almost feels bad. The golden ring on her finger glitters, reminding Hilda that her friend is about to get married by the very man in question. “What does he do?”  Despite herself, she smirks at the irony. “He’s a priest.”

Or, because of all the comparisons: the Hilda Furacão Fleabag AU. 

(no need to be familiar with Fleabag to read this fic)

It's kind of silly how he wanted to perform a miracle by exorcising her so he could finally be a saint, but unknowingly Hilda's existence itself was the miracle—the only person who actually taught him what it means AND how it feels to be human—the angel who opened his eyes and made him ACTUALLY love humanity, “I look at her shoe and I love the world.” She still was the miracle, although it's not how he intended it to be, but it's what he needed the most.

Considering that this was the first time that they've seen each other for awhile, the amount of yearning and holding back, especially on Malthus' end. The way that one moment they are profusely arguing and a second later they're in each other's arms in a heated kiss, the resolve that Malthus built completely breaking down, how he denies himself of her but gives in once again, showing how much he just longs for her. After all, it's been consistently shown that no matter what he does or says, he can't get rid of the fact that he always ends up trapped between her arms.

I just like scenes where they argue and kiss