#prophetfount

Games, both carnival and strategy, had been arranged and filled the air with laughter. Food stalls filled the air with delicious smells that made her mouth water. A massive stage had been set up, waiting for its actors, with a few smaller ones allowing poets and lecturers and musicians to fill the air with their voices. Most of the people attending were the residents of Knowledge and members of the Vanilla and Raisin tribes, several from her extended family, but she could see more in the crowd from her dias

Pure Vanilla was not the biggest fan of festivals, but she loved it.

These people were here to celebrate her children.

Technically, they were also here to celebrate her, but her children were more important.

A coo made her look down with a soft laugh. Her daughter, dubbed Pure Starberry, stared out at the festival. She knew that she could probably only see blurs of light at the moment, but she looked curious. "Look at it, Pure Starberry," she whispered. "Look at all those people who adore you."

"There will be more in her future," a calm voice said.

"Ah, my witch!"

First Vanilla ascended the stairs to the tent Fount had assembled. While she had never been close to her ancestress before she came to the Sanctum of Healing, First Vanilla had bridged the gap quickly. She had hovered close since her pregnancy was announced, and especially now. "Where is the Fount?" she asked, settling by Pure Vanilla's side like a giant protective raven. "And your son?"

"Starlight Vanilla needed a change," she said. "So the Fount went to change him."

First Vanilla nodded. "And how are you feeling? Is it bothering you?"

It.

The soul jam.

She pressed her fingers to the new jewelry she wore. Like the Fount’s own soul jam, set in his staff, it was a clover-shaped gem in a shade of blue she didn't know how to name. It pulsed softly under her fingers, warm and alive. She had been startled when she woke up from labor with it on.

It was a gift, the Fount had explained. Something the witches created to make sure they and the others had forever.

"No," she said. "It's been rather reassuring."

There was a pop, and the Fount emerged from nowhere, a giggling Starlight Vanilla clasped in his hands. "One happy little boy!" he cooed, settling in his seat and reaching for her hand. She took it, wrapping her fingers around his, enjoying how his hand engulfed hers. "How is the princess?"

"Curious," she said.

"Good! It's good to be curious. And how are you?" The Fount glanced at her. "Have you eaten?"

"I'm alright and, yes. Black Sapphire and my family keep bringing me samples."

Speak, and they shall appear. Black Crystal, now Black Sapphire, emerged from the crowd with a few small plates. A few of her younger cousins trailed after him, the oldest three holding plates like him.

"Pure Vanilla!" one of them called, hurrying up to her seat. "They have vanilla cake with blueberry frosting!"

"Oh? Is it good?"

"Really good!"

She held up a plate with a small slice. Pure Vanilla took the fork and took a piece, humming at the flavor. The blueberry frosting gave an excellent tartness to the sweet vanilla flavor, and she felt a smile form. "You're right. That is excellent."

One of the other girls offered the Fount and First Vanilla plates of cake, his eyes shining as both of them, stories of gods not so long ago, took the plates.

"There's also a stall with fresh berry bao," Black Sapphire said, offering a plate. "I think one of the owners came from the Ivory Pagoda."

The small crowd let out a mutual "Ooh!" as they gathered around the plate. Pure Vanilla smiled as her cousins each took a bao, leaving one for her to take. Inside, the berries were mixed with yogurt, adding a refreshing softness to the berries.

"Can Pure Starberry and Starlight Vanilla try some?" one child asked.

"No," the Fount said. "They're not old enough for solid food yet."

"Oh. When will they be old enough?"

"Most babies are old enough to be introduced at around four to six months, although their intake is limited until…" The Fount started to speak, and all of the children gathered, interested in hearing about the development of babies. Pure Vanilla felt her smile grow.

"Ah, there they are!"

Hollyberry led the way through the crowd, followed by the Bringer, who only smiled sweetly at the gasps she induced. "Hello, Blue!" the latter cooed, wrapping her arms around him, right before she pulled back and knelt. "And hello, little prince!"

"Oh, Pure Vanilla," Hollyberry whispered, kneeling down to be at Pure Starberry's eye level. She offered her hand, and her daughter reached out, wrapping a fist around her finger. "They're perfect." Pure Starberry giggled and yanked, and Hollyberry gasped, eyes sparkling. "And so strong!"

"Strong?"

Dark Cacao knelt next to Hollyberry, offering his finger to Pure Starberry's other hand. She squealed as she took it, Starlight Vanilla mirroring the noise as the Fount allowed Mystic Flour to pick him up. "Ah, yes," Mystic Flour said, a slight chuckle lining her otherwise deadpan words. In the background, Black Sapphire added a few more presents to the massive stack that they would have to go through. "So shiny, so strong."

"Must you mock me?" the Fount fake-pouted.

"Always."

"Who are we mocking?" The Herald of Change's voice boomed. He appeared out of the crowd with First Sprinkle on one shoulder and Golden Cheese perched on the other. "Children, show me the object of mockery!"

"The Fount!"

"The Fount's silly!"

"And smart!"

"He's supposed to be smart, dummy!"

"Vanilla Orchid, don't call Sweet Vanilla a dummy."

"Sorry, Pure Vanilla…"

"Hey, kids!" First Sprinkle jumped off the Herald's shoulder, alongside Golden Cheese who joined Mystic Flour in cooing over Starlight Vanilla. "Who wants to learn how to make balloon animals?" The crowd dissolved into cheers. Over the noise, she looked at First Vanilla. "Nilla, you come too! Milk was looking for you!"

"She was?" First Vanilla said, allowing the children to grab her robes and tug her after First Sprinkle.

Golden Cheese laughed once they were out of earshot. "You already have the mom voice down, Pure Vanilla."

"I babysat a lot when I got older, before I started adventuring," Pure Vanilla admitted. It had come in handy when she began her work at the Sanctum, calming younger patients down. It had the unintentional benefit of helping First Milk's nerves as well. "I always wanted a family, so everything worked out well."

"Will you have more?" the Herald asked. "Imagine we both have kids around the same time! Before Sugar."

"That's still not funny," the Bringer said with a bright, sunny grin that just barely hid her twitching eye.

"Don't worry, Sugar. It's not a race…" The Herald paused before grinning. "But Golden Cheese would definitely be winning!"

Golden Cheese barked out a "Ha!"

"Ha!" the Bringer mirrored, spreading her wings wide. "I have a reason to win! Royal Berry has been asking me about baby siblings!"

Hollyberry straightened at the mention of her son. "Wait, really?" The Bringer's smile turned less strained before she turned and walked away. "Wait, Sugar, has Royal Berry really been- Sugar, Sugar-!" She chased after her companion and Pure Vanilla found herself stifling a laugh at Mystic Flour's eyeroll, right before she returned Starlight Vanilla to the Fount's hold and trailed after them.

The Herald laughed. "Well, anyway-" He snapped his fingers. "Actually, Fount, I think First Salt was looking for you."

"Really?" Her partner straightened. "I wonder why…" He glanced back. "Would you be alright-?"

"Of course."

"Once I'm back, I can make Herald and Bringer hold them," the Fount said as he passed her son over. She cooed at the little burble he let out when he saw her face. "Then we can just spend some time together."

"I look forward to it." How long had it been since she danced? She could hear familiar Vanilla folk songs being played. Regardless of the mild pain in her hips that lingered, the music made her homesick suddenly. Maybe, in the future, she could take her children and husband to the Vanilla Kingdom, to the village where she grew up.

The Fount smiled before he kissed her, disappearing in a flash of shadow.

Golden Cheese dragged the Herald and Dark Cacao away soon after, mentioning seeing a weapons demonstration. And soon, she was alone, watching the party.

Well, not alone. She had the twins, cooing to each other.

"I can't believe you two are finally here," she said softly, carefully arranging them in her arms so they both looked up at her. "I waited so long… you both are a blessing, in so many ways." She couldn't believe the course her life had taken- the sheer luck at discovering her powers, at being accepted into the Sanctum, earning enough of First Milk's regard that she entrusted her with… "I love your father so much," she admitted. "But I love you two even more."

It was a truth, one she accepted with her whole heart. She glanced up, at the love and celebration, and-

There was a flash of white hair and Pure Vanilla, despite herself and all the years, felt her heart skip a beat.

White Lily smiled at her as she came out of the crowd. Despite the scarred burns that marred her face, she was still beautiful. "Pure Vanilla," she said once she was in earshot. "How are you, my dear friend?"

"I am well, my dear Lily," she said. She adjusted her hold on the twins, allowing them to sit up more. "Meet my daughter, Pure Starberry, and my son, Starlight Vanilla."

"Yes," White Lily, like the others, knelt. The movement revealed the Salt of Solidarity, who stood back, seemingly staring behind his helmet. Something prickled down her spine. Something felt… off. Her attention moved back to White Lily, who reached out and cupped Pure Starberry's face. "Oh, Vanilla… they're beautiful."

Then White Lily's eyes landed on the soul jam.

She could sense the moment the Salt of Solidarity saw it as well. The air seemed to freeze over, the prickle down her spine becoming more like vines. Pure Vanilla felt herself tense and felt the twins shrink back.

"Oh, how beautiful!" White Lily said, her voice faintly cracking. "Was that a gi-"

"Why do you have a soul jam?"

The Salt of Solidarity's voice, fuming with disdain, it seemed, made all other noise screech to a halt. White Lily's brows furrowed together as she stood and whirled on him, but he peered around her, staring at Pure Vanilla. It was hard to tell, but she could almost make out mint green eyes.

They were glaring at her.

Oh.

He doesn't dislike me. He's not angry at the Fount.

He hates me.

The Fount could not believe the nerve of his mother to send...Pure Vanilla Cookie to his kingdom as "help". How dare she send some country bumpkin to "help" him.

Who does she think she is?

How could this small, pathetic looking cookie possibly match his near infallible knowledge?

Begrudgingly, though, he allows her to stay.

Still a gentlecookie, The Fount would (begrudgingly) offer Pure Vanilla his arm anytime he took a walk through his kingdom (he enjoyed taking these walks alone as it was inevitable that a small gaggle of cookies would follow and pester him by the end of his walk). Partially because Pure Vanilla was still a lady (even if he despised her), and partially because of how blind she was.

Pure Vanilla is...gentle, but firm.

Which he witnesses first hand not long after her arrival to his kingdom.

"Fount of Knowledge! Lady Prophet!" A young man ran up to them, "Please! You must tell me what to do!" He clasped his hands and begged for them to help him. His best friend had stopped talking to him after he'd revealed his infidelity to his long-term girlfriend and he wanted to know how to make things better between them.

"Yes, well," The Fount had clicked his tongue, uninterested in the interpersonal relationships of common cookies, "That is what happens when you meddle in business you have no business being in."

Pure Vanilla squeezed his arm, "I take it your friend felt he was betrayed by you?"

The young man looked between the Virtue and Prophet, then his eyes settled on Pure Vanilla. He nodded.

"But you felt you owed it to the young lady to tell her the truth?" Pure Vanilla asked.

The Fount felt like rolling his eyes. Hadn't the cookie just explained that?

The young man nodded again, "B-But now! My friend won't talk to me!"

Pure Vanilla hummed thoughtfully.

"Please, Fount, Prophet...how do I fix this?" The young man pleaded.

The Fount was just about to tell the young man to leave them alone, when Pure Vanilla spoke up.

"You don't."

"W-what?"

"What?" The Fount looked at her, shocked.

"You have your morals. And you felt it was unfair for that young woman to be put through any more hurt, yes?" Pure Vanilla asked.

"Yes, b-but —,"

"Do you really wish to be friends with someone whose morals do not include loving and staying loyal someone who is committed and loyal to them?" Pure Vanilla asked.

The young man's mouth opened and closed, "N..no?"

"You did what was right. And your friend felt betrayed. Real friends, with real character, do not feel that way." Pure Vanilla shook her head.

"But...but he's my only friend...if I don't have him...I don't have...anybody."

Pure Vanilla hummed thoughtfully, "I'm sure there's a young woman out there who felt the same way."

Then, without giving the man time to process, Pure Vanilla smiled, "Anyways, The Fount of Knowledge is still showing me around. I'm still so new to this kingdom and have so much to learn. If you would be a dear, and inform any cookie you come across to only interrupt if it is an emergency, that would be greatly appreciated."

"O-Oh! Of course, Lady Prophet."

"Thank you." Pure Vanilla began to tug The Fount's arm.

It took them two dozen paces before The Fount snapped out of his daze and looked down at the small cookie beside him in a new light.

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From then on, The Fount tried to learn as much about his new disciple as possible.

She liked tea. Floral teas and sweet teas. Bitter teas she would swallow down, but it was clear from her deep breaths after every sip that it was an ordeal for her.

By her third month living with him, he had her tea preferences down to a science. A sweet tea in the morning to give her a little pep, and a floral tea in the evening to regulate her nervous system.

She had an atrocious eating habit, and by that, it meant no eating habit at all. (His mother had warned him that Pure Vanilla often neglected to feed herself and needed frequent reminders to do so)...(Yet he always caught her sneaking food to the children of the kingdom that flocked around her like candy moths to a flame).

The Fount had to wrangle the Lady Prophet back to his Spire at least twice a day to ensure she would eat (B-BUT ONLY BECAUSE HE DIDN'T NEED HER COLLAPSING WHILE WORKING!!)

She struggled with her long hair. Apparently, while growing up as a shepherd, she'd kept her hair short. But as she dove further and further into her work with First Milk, she just...let her hair grow.

The Fount begrudgingly taught her how to care for her hair. Explaining double shampooing, conditioning the lengths, how best to dry it so it wouldn't frizz and damage her beautiful corn silk hair —

Err!!

He also discovered that she loved to craft things. Little trinkets, jewelry, knitted crafts, anything that allowed her to craft something solid with her hands. Being blind as a choco-bat, she enjoyed the feeling of something coming from nothing.

The Fount would, whenever he took walks by himself, always stop by the crafter's market and buy something for her to do in her free time. New yarn, tweezers, brushes, metals, stones, needles, anything she happened to be working on, he would supply.

And, strangely enough, The Fount felt as if she was trying to learn about him.

Whenever she woke up before him, his morning coffee would be waiting for him. Though, Pure Vanilla had once joked that his "coffee" was more like café au lait (He didn't know she was educated on the different types of coffee).

If he pulled her back to The Spire to eat, she made him sit with her. At first, it was just for company and to give him a break as well. But then she pushed a small plate in front of him and absentmindedly dropped every other bite onto his plate for him to eat. And before he knew it, he was making lunch and supper for both of them.

When days blurred and his anger felt uncontrollable, Pure Vanilla would sit him down and gently run her fingers through his hair. The touch and pull of her fingers on his scalp and through his curls often made his eyes roll back and his body melt until he forgot about why he was upset to begin with.

And whenever she had a free moment to craft something, she always invited him to join her. She loved his puppets, especially his wolf and rabbit ones, so he made as many as he could before his fingers began to ache.

And then, when he complained about a tingling pain in his fingers from pinching and pressing and pulling his crafts, Pure Vanilla wordlessly took his hands and laid feather-light kisses on each fingertip. As her lips left each finger, they tingled with something pure and warm, and then the ache vanished. Her last kiss lingered and she looked up at him through her long lashes. The Fount closed his mouth in fear of saying something stupid for the first time in his life.

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He stewed in the memory of her kisses on his fingers.

Morning, noon, and night, all he could think about were her lips on his dough.

And...

And how DARE she touch him!

It was one thing for him to offer his arm to her one their walks, or be the shoulder she leaned on when they read together in the evening, or the hip she bumped as they both moved around the kitchen.

It was another thing entirely to kiss him!!

When he finally did work up the nerve to confront her for ever touching him, all of his arguments over him being a Virtue and her being just some common cookie flew out the window the second she looked up at him and tilted her head curiously.

"Yes, my Fount?" She said, her voice light and innocent.

Imagine Fount feeling so bad about his feelings towards Pure Vanilla, he feels like such a terrible cookie he has such a wonderful connection with Prophet…he couldn’t possibly share his love with Pure Vanilla even if his heart yearns for it. He was loyal to his beloved…

Pure Vanilla finds himself deeply enthralled with Fount too but he reminds stumped with his feelings. He will not cause infidelity and commit such adultery. He was a saint afterall a good soul never would he destroy such a long and loving relationship with the two keepers of knowledge.

Prophet finds himself reminiscing about Pure Vanilla to. Truth be told he finds him irresistibly  charming, sweet and docile…and he sees the way Fount reacts too and decides it’s time to talk.

He and fount sit and talk about Pure Vanilla and their feelings, they then talk to him and they agree to try a relationship.

Sex was a bit awkward at first but Prophet enjoyed the sight of watching the sweet Pure Vanilla be taken by Fount, seeing his sweet pussy squeezing around Fount as he’s filled with his fount’ cum. He pleasures himself from the sight as he rubs Pure Vanilla’s head gently. And then after Pure Vanilla, Prophet gets to be taken as well and filled up as Pure Vanilla kisses his face sweetly.