#prophetfount au

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You all know I had to make a sprite edit of my Prophet!PV

I was not about to put my girl in that fuck ass hat, but I DID give her a crown based off the fuck ass hat

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I saw a fic about Pure Vanilla being one of First Milk's servants so... fem Pure Vanilla being suggested as the Prophet to help the Fount? First Milk has total trust in her but Fount being "mildly" concerned that this companion will be used to spy on him. But she is very sweet-looking and gentle...

I loooooove this idea

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.

The Fount cupped her head in his hands and pulled her into a kiss.

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Imagine ProphetFount... except soul jam wielders get animal traits.

So, Pure Vanilla, fresh from nearly dying in childbirth, starts feeling strange. She assumes it's the natural aftermath of childbirth or her body adjusting to immortality and brushes it off. Her mother never mentioned itchiness in her back but who knows?

Until one morning Fount wakes up and gets smacked in the face by wings.

"R-really, my dove, they're quite beautiful —,"

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME THIS WAS A POSSIBILITY?!?!"

"Don't worry!! Once you get used to them, you'll be able to hide them away — no one'll ever have to know!"

"..."

"..."

"SO I AM UGLY??"

The Prophet starts using her wings to physically block her husband from getting to her or seeing their babies.

The Fount grovels. He hadn't meant to imply her wings made her ugly, he just didn't want her to be uncomfortable with her new features.

It takes probably a month, but one night, The Prophet is angrily ripping old feathers out, but she's really struggling. She's never had feathers. She's never needed to preen before.

The Fount watches from the bedroom window. He sighs and silently enters. Letting his own moonlit, stardusted wings unfurl.

He sits behind her and his wings envelop them both entirely.

The Prophet gasps and her whole body tenses up when The Fount begins to preen her.

Gently. Ever so gently.

His hands ghost over each feather, and he only plucks the ones that are no longer connected. He smooths everything down and pulls his wife back into his arms.

She squirms uncomfortably, but his wings ruffle and shimmer around them.

"Please...I miss my wife...please, forgive me."

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Angst ProphetFount thought… when tending to the people of the Kingdom of Knowledge, Pure Vanilla is asked to heal someone that… she immediately recognizes as one of the patients in the Sanctum of Healing that tore her down. They might not remember her, but she does.

I imagine this would still be early in her stay at the Kingdom Of Knowledge. She and The Fount haven't done anything physical yet, but she definitely has feelings for him.

The reason being that, First Milk still knows Pure Vanilla to be her best healer, and she knows she's still trying to find her footing and earn her new kingdom's trust.

So First Milk sends a familiar face there, unaware of the cruel words they once spat at her favorite healer.

Pure Vanilla reads over the letter from First Milk and tries not to let her panic or anger show on her face.

It's clear the cookie doesn't recognize her. Her braid is no longer pinned at the base of her skull, rather it hangs freely, and she (at least currently) is wearing the crown her Fount made her. And going from wearing pure white robes to the dark colored and gold robes to match her Fount probably doesn't help.

Regardless, the cookie is standing before her, mumbling about having to come all the way to Beast-Yeast.

Pure Vanilla heals him, because of course she does, and she keeps her end of the conversation light and noncommittal. Thankfully, The Fount comes looking for her, and when he sees her working, he sits and watches and makes actual conversation with the man.

"You know," the cookie smiles and stretches, after Pure Vanilla pulls her hands away, "That First Milk Cookie has really improved on her staff and who she works with."

Pure Vanilla clenches her fists in her robes, "Oh?"

"Yeah," the cookie nods, "She used to employ this whale of a cookie. Some blonde woman that wasn't worth all that knowledge in her head."

"Really? That doesn't sound like mother." The Fount frowns.

"My buddy who goes there for his chronic pain says the big one used to skim food portions off the patients trays." The cookie laughs.

Pure Vanilla bites her lip and stands, "Sorry, but I promised one of the mothers I would teach her how to nurse her child." She bows her head goodbye to them.

"Oh...okay." The Fount watches her go, then turns to the cookie, "Do you happen to remember the cookie's name? I will inform my mother of any misconduct that may be happening."

"Uhh, yeah, Pure Vanilla or something like that —,"

The cookie never even saw The Fount's fist coming for his face.

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I wonder if First Egg is connected to the St. Pastry Order in the ProphetFount AU...

Considering she is suspected of wanting to steal the First Batch's power, I wouldn't put it past her to be involved in someway (perhaps that vision Doughael saw was less prophetic and more deliberate than they were led to believe 👀)

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...Bitter exes Fountsalt going nuts in the ProphetFount AU bc the difference between their companions. One is an assistant turned lover while the other is a criminal turned spy (slowburn lover).

(And it probably gets worse if the other Virtues knew what Salt was planning.)

Ohhhohohohooooo someone knows I like bitter exes SilentShadow~

The Virtues get together for a meeting to discuss anything concerning happening around Earthbread.

Fount, with his very pregnant Prophet by his side (he's worried if he leaves her home alone she won't rest properly or take care of herself, so if he keeps her with him, he can at least be sure she's eating and sleeping) surprises his fellow Virtues with how happy and content he is.

The Herald thumps him on his back and congratulates him.

The Bringer coos and flies around Pure Vanilla ecstatically talking about all the cute baby clothes she'll have sent over to them.

Mystic Flour just smiles. She's indifferent towards children (She loves the Haetae family that resides in her pagoda and she adores their child, but they are the exception).

But Salt??

Salt sees his ex, who he devoted so much time to, who he nearly lost to corruption...

Why had he never looked at him that way?

Why had he not been enough?

He comes out of that meeting, not having listened to a word any of his fellow Virtues said, but learning one thing.

He hates Pure Vanilla Cookie.

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ProphetFount Fount taking a minute to process that there are twins. He was there, he saw them both be born, but between the birth and Pure Vanilla's state, it takes a few seconds.

The minute it processes he's smothering Pure Vanilla with kisses, thanking her, overjoyed at the sight of two precious babies that look like his bride.

Fount stared hard at his fiance as she nursed the boy.

Twins...

They'd had twins...

His fiance had collapsed on their way to bed, and when he'd scooped her unresponsive body into his arms, he'd noticed the jam pooling out between her legs.

Twelve hours of labor (nearly a month and a half early) and their baby girl had been born. It had been touch and go the whole time and more than once The Fount thought he was going to lose them both.

The Fount hadn't even take a breath to relax once their daughter came out because his mother quickly looked and said, "Crowning! Another baby is coming!" She'd handed their baby girl off to First Cream and immediately resumed her position at the foot of the bed, "Pure Vanilla, sweetie, you're still in labor. Baby number two needs your help."

"Number two?!" Pure Vanilla cried. Her whole body was trembling in pain and pale from jam loss. She threw her head back and sobbed, "I - I can't! It hurts!"

The Fount had taken her hand and squeezed, "It's okay, dove." He kissed her sweaty forehead.

Pure Vanilla hadn't wanted to, but she pushed.

Their son had come out so small and so quiet, but after a tense minute where nothing seemed to be going right, he let out a scream and began to cry.

"How is he?" The Fount spoke up.

First Milk looked up and smiled at him, "Everything seems to be fine. He's got a good, strong grip." She turned to show him his son (he had a son!!). He was vanilla-doughed like his mommy, but his cheeks were flushed blue showing them his jam was blueberry (like his), and he had a few pale yellow curls on his head. He was currently asleep and clinging to First Milk's pinkie.

The Fount nodded.

Twins.

He looked at his fiance, who was looking at their daughter.

She had his blueberry blue dough, and the few sprigs of hair she had were split between his blue and her yellow.

Twins...

They'd had TWINS!!

The Fount cupped Pure Vanilla's face in his hands.

"My Fount?" She looked at him confused.

He pressed their lips together, pouring all of his love, admiration, fear, joy, and excitement into the kiss, "Thank you!" He gasped as he broke their kiss just as suddenly as he'd initiated it. Then he dove into for another kiss, "Thank you, my Prophet!" He began to pepper her with kisses between his praise, "Twins! You've blessed us with twins!" And he began to cry tears of joy, then he looked down and carefully kissed the top of his daughter's head while she continued to nurse. "Twins!!" He whispered excitedly.

He looked at his mother and made grabby hands.

First Milk chuckled, but passed his son to him. The Fount peppered his cheek with kisses, "My brave boy!" Then he turned and kissed Pure Vanilla again, "I love you so much."

And he was so overcome with joy and relief, he felt all of Beast-Yeast should know and celebrate!

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...oh god imagine Salt's reaction to GOOD news in ProphetFount AU.

He receives news that the Lady Prophet's labor has started with concerning signs. Any updates are sparse, with mentions of First Vanilla and even First Cream coming to attend, only suggesting that things are going poorly. He refuses to say a word, worried that laughter will escape instead.

And then-

It's twins, a healthy daughter and son, and a gift from the Witches given to all the companions making sure Pure Vanilla is alive and well.

"Lord Commander?" The Kala Namak Knight at his personal chamber doors tilted their head, "Did you hear me?"

Ohhhh Salt had heard him, alright.

Pure Vanilla Cookie had gone into labor early.

According to what his knight had just told him, his Fount and The Prophet had just retired to the Spire for the evening, but The Prophet hadn't even made it up the stairs before collapsing.

Jam. The Knight said there'd been a lot of jam loss.

"Leave me." Salt said.

"Of course, Lord Commander." As soon as the door was closed, Salt covered his mouth to keep from cackling.

Wouldn't it just be divine if his Fount saw just how fragile and temporary The Prophet was?

And if the poor mortal happened to crumble?

Well, Solidarity could be found in mourning.

Unfortunately, hours passed without news of The Prophet's untimely demise. Salt resumed his work, overseeing his knights, routing out commands, issuing restocks, and doling out reformation to those who committed blasphemous betrayals of their codes.

"Lord Commander? Saint Lily?" A knight stepped into the war room and bowed her head, "News from the Kingdom of Knowledge."

"Pure Vanilla?" White Lily sat up from her chair in the corner, "Is she alright?"

The knight opened and closed her mouth, then sighed, "Three of the First Witches have arrived at The Fount of Knowledge's Spire."

"Three??" White Lily gasped.

"Who?" Salt narrowed his eyes at them.

"First Cream, First Vanilla...and even First Milk."

First Milk, who had vowed to never leave the Sanctum of Healing so long as there was a cookie within that needed her help, at the Spire.

Oooooh Salt could have laughed with joy.

If three of the First Witches were there, it could only mean things were looking grim for The Prophet.

Instead, he just hummed and dismissed the knight.

Salt went to bed, content in the knowledge that tomorrow morning he'd likely be woken by the news of Pure Vanilla's ultimate crumbling.

Unfortunately, he was woken with the worst news possible.

"Twins." The knight nodded and smiled, "A healthy baby girl and boy."

"Twins." Salt repeated in disbelief.

The knight laughed, "I know, Lord Commander. Even The Fount of Knowledge had no clue his fiance was expecting twins!"

"Twins..."

"The whole Kingdom of Knowledge is celebrating and The Fount of Knowlege has extended invitations to all of Beast-Yeast to celebrate the birth of his children and his wife's well-being through such a traumatic ordeal."

"Twins." Salt growled.

Truly, was there no mercy in the world for him?