#holy dew

[autumnblooms]

Angelus/Diaboli

A quick little something for the amazing @littlemoon-beam of her Holy Dew cause she’s awesome and I’m so happy to see her back and doing well 🖤

[papaslittlesunshine]

I saw @littlemoon-beam say that she was taking a break from writing Holy Dew this week, and that is totally understandable as this series holds a lot of weight and takes a lot of effort. You know I’m one of your loyal supporters! 💜✨

So, in honor of Holy Dew Sunday, I wanted to share a commission I had done by @midnight-moth based on an idea I had and some photos Abs shared with me about Dewdrop’s beautiful wings. (And when I say beautiful…. WOW!)

I give you both versions: pre-fall innocent Dew (blue) and the moment before the fall Dew (red) which Moth exquisitely captured.

To you, Abs, for everything you’ve given us.

Innocence 🩵

The moment before…💔

PS - I highly recommend working with @midnight-moth - this is the second commission I’ve had done and I’m obsessed with the detail and facial expression every time. Drop them a DM for details.

If you’re still reading, I’ve shared a bonus “Dark Dew” that Moth did below the cut. 🖤 I love them all so much. Gah.

[catbandie]

Trying to get back into writing, and decided to go with @cirrus-ghoulette 's whump month prompt, "Religious Trauma" to help me out! This is the Holy Dew Au created by @littlemoon-beam , and I recommend reading it; it's very good, and I hope I did you right in this!

He still shakes in fear of the memories that taunt him, his scars burn, phantom wings struggle to work. He wails when his mind is unforgiving, images of His betrayal plague him to his core. He still yearns for his Grace, yearns for his life before, but no amount of prayer could possibly make Him forgive again.

Aether finds him in the old chapel just past the forest’s border, one abandoned time ago by a congregation long past. He finds Dew at the altar, kneeled below the intricate stained glass, moonlight casting beautiful colors on the angel. His head is bowed and Aether knows he’s clutching onto a rosary, fingers rubbing against the beads and whispering his prayers.

He would find this endearing, beautiful even, but the further into the church he goes, the further he frowns. Dew pays his presence no mind, as if he can’t feel him. The closer he gets, the more he can make out under the colorful light; his body shakes, voice breathy but strained, pleads in his words. Aether crouches next to the creature. He doesn’t dare lay a hand on his angel, but he worries.

“Aingeal,” he whispers softly. Dew stops his speaking, and Aether can further see into his descent; tears run down his pale cheeks, lip bitten bloody and raw, fingers tangled into his prayer beads, rubbing them in soothing notions.

“I,” he takes in a shaky breath and faces away from Aether, “I apologize. I do not wish for you to see me this way.”

“We are mates, Aingeal.” Aether lifts his hand and gently tucks the loose strands of gold behind his ear. “I vowed to protect you. What troubles you?”

That breaks the dam. Dew folds further into himself until his head hits the stone and lets out a sob, one that rings against the tall walls of the chapel.

“I do not know what I did,” he shakes his head and his hair falls further to the ground, “I do not know why He created me with sin in mind. Why would He do this?”

Aether sets a firm hand against his clothed back and rubs soothing circles, pumping small doses of quintessence into the small angel. Dew shakes further as he feels the magic rush through him.

“He is a cruel one.” Aether looks up to the stained glass; an image of Mary holding her newborn son towards the Heavens. “You did no wrong. He creates not love, but hate.”

Aether bends down to see his angel, and those molten eyes rimmed in red and tears meet his own.

“But you defy Him, Dewdrop. You are love.”

Dew breaks into another sob, and Aether pulls him into his lap. The angel, with his rosary still in hand, claws at his back and nuzzles his face into the quint’s neck, desperate for his contact. Aether holds him close and tight, rocking the two back and forth as Dew slowly calms and sags in his hold.

“Let’s go back home, yes?” Aether smiles down at him and kisses the top of his head.

“Home.” Dew repeats with a nod. “Please, Aether. Take me home.”

With little struggle, Aether gets to his feet with an angel still wrapped around his waist, and begins to walk towards the opening of the chapel. Dew stares at the stained glass as it gets further away; Mary, holding her newborn son towards the heavens. She looks mournful, her son’s demise already planned. Dew feels empathy for the new mother as Aether closes the doors.

[phantomsghoul]

@littlemoon-beam I finished!!

@thebandghostofficial

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[ghuleh-recs]

Holy Dew - a series by littlemoon-beam

He remembers crying when Lucifer's first words are repeated from this man with soft eyes."Tell me your name, Fallen."He remembers sobbing out the name The Morning Star had given him, forcing it from between his lips."Dewdrop."He remembers hearing it spoken out like a prayer, like his name held weight on the man's tongue.

Is anyone else out there sometimes flabbergasted by how beautifully written fanfiction can be?

Moon's Holy Dew series is absurdly good. It follows angel!Dew as he is cast out from heaven only to find the true meaning of unselfish love and acceptance among Lucifer and our beloved band of ghouls. It's poetic and heart wrenching but don't get me wrong--it is bursting at the seams with deliciously well-written smut.

There are so many passages that actually take my breath away that I could barely choose what quotes to include in this rec. For example:

The pangs of betrayal scream through his blood. He'd been a puppet, an actor in a play he never agreed to, held up by love fashioned into a noose, tightening around his throat a little more each day until it snuffed out his breath and sucked the Grace from his veins.

I also wanted to point out that this series touches on something that I think rings true for quite a few Ghost fans. Dew being cast out of heaven only to find love with the other ghouls directly parallels the real life experience of finding love and acceptance only once you're able to leave the church and sometimes the family who was supposed to love and accept you in the first place.

It's heavy but it's also healing (and oftentimes scorchingly hot). Please go check it out if you haven't already!

☆Please read, give kudos, leave a comment, and subscribe to the series on AO3!

[atmosghoul]

Holy Dew Worship

Want a place to talk about the Holy Dew series by the wonderfully talented @littlemoon-beam?

look no further

As some of you know the wonderful Abi has gotten some undeserved hate. So @jimothybarnes and I have started a discord server where all Holy Dew enjoyers can join together and show our appreciation!

Join Here

[chainsawcuddles]

this song gives me so many holy dew thoughts that I wish I could verbalise my god

[autumnblooms]

Angelus

A little something for @littlemoon-beam because she’s an amazing person and I wanted to do something for her Holy Dew series 🖤