Actions

Work Header

Rating:
Archive Warning:
Category:
Fandom:
Relationship:
Characters:
Additional Tags:
Language:
English
Stats:
Published:
2025-03-05
Updated:
2025-03-05
Words:
2,019
Chapters:
2/?
Comments:
36
Kudos:
7
Bookmarks:
2
Hits:
134

They Couldn't Love You (...right?)

Summary:

What if Iscream used to be an angel? What if they and Fwench Fwy were roommates? What if they slowly developed feelings for each other? Find out within!

Notes:

If you’re just here to comment about how this fic isn’t canon compliant or how it’s an unfitting backstory for Iscream (Looking at you, several people from C&I’s Vacation), your comment WILL be deleted. Criticism is fine, but if it’s just because you don’t like the concept, I won’t tolerate you any longer.

Everyone else, enjoy!

Chapter 1: Arrival

Summary:

This first chapter's mostly setup, we'll get to the fluff part later

Notes:

(See the end of the chapter for notes.)

Chapter Text

The first thing the rabbit noticed upon waking up was the sound of a choir.

As they groaned and pushed themselves off the… strangely fluffy ground, the rolled over to try and make sense of where they-

…well, they found the choir.

A crowd of faceless figures, all garbed in white robes and golden halos overhead, were singing atop a golden, stone brick platform.

This sight, coupled with what had happened just a few minutes prior to their awakening, resulted in the rabbit screaming in fear and bolting away from the scene-

Directly into someone.

The bunny fell flat on their back and began scrambling backwards from the person they’d ran into. They had massive horns, a large tail flicking back and forth, and luminescent purple eyes.

Whoever this was, they were powerful, and the rabbit had just run into them. They were about to-

“Woah- hey, buddy!” They said, a hint of worry in their tone. “I’m not here to hurt you. Trust me, you’ve been hurt enough for one day!”

…that wasn’t the voice they expected to come out of that creature. It was soft, and somewhat squeaky.

The creature—it looked like some kind of dragon, but that was silly, dragons didn’t exist—tilted their head. “…uh, sorry, did I come on too strong? I can give you a minute to breathe.”

It was at this point that the rabbit finally managed to find their voice. “I-I’d… like that…” They forced out.

“Okay.” The dragon walked past them and snapped their claws. “Take five, guys!” They shouted to the choir.

With that, the singing stopped, and the bunny was finally able to hear themselves think. They collapsed onto their back again, staring up at the night sky.

…at least, it seemed like night. To contrast the inky abyss and the twinkling stars overhead, the sun was out. Or at least it looked like the sun, but… the sun usually hurt to stare at.

But as the rabbit stared into the light, their eyes didn’t water. Their body, which had been twitching and jittering for the past minute, began to slow down and rest. Their mind, racing with thoughts and fears, began to clear up.

They felt… at peace.

The dragon’s head poked into the corner of their vision. “So, how ya feelin?”

The rabbit exhaled. “…tired.” They muttered.

“Yeah, the overlord has that effect on people.” The dragon nodded.

At the mention of the word “overlord,” the bunny’s muscles tensed. They weren’t exactly sure why, but… it didn’t matter.

They sat up. “…who are you?” They asked. “And… where am I?”

The dragon extended a claw. “Name’s Fwench Fwy! Yours?”

A paw slowly reached to accept the handshake. “…I…” The rabbit paused. “…I don’t think I… remember it.”

“You don’t? Well, that’s no good!” Fwench Fwy shook their head, before snapping their claws again. A flash of light spooked the rabbit, and now the dragon was holding a clipboard. “Lucky for you, I happen to be great at coming up with names!”

Fwy took their clipboard and circled around the bunny, squinting and thinking hard before stopping in their tracks. “…how about… Icecweam!”

“…what?”

“Icecweam! Y’know, like ice cream!”

“Why?”

“Because you kind of look like vanilla ice cream!” Fwy stated, pausing before adding “…and I’m kind of hungry for ice cream right now. You wanna go get some?”

Icecweam shook their head. “Wait, wait, hang on, I still don’t know where I am, or why I’m here, and I’m pretty sure rabbits can’t eat ice cream.”

“Oh, right, sorry!” Fwy smacked themselves in the head. “You’re in Heaven!”

The rabbit slowly blinked. “…what.”

“Yep! Specifically, the Realm of Virtue. It’s where all the fun stuff is, like theme parks and carnivals and chocolate factories and-”

“Hang on.” Icecweam put a paw to Fwy’s mouth, or as close as it could get with how short their arms were. “…am I dead?”

Fwy blinked, and their face fell a bit. “…well, yeah.” And just like that, they went back to being excited. “But you’re in a better place now! Literally, it’s perfect up here.”

Icecweam glanced down at the floor, still trying to process this all. “…how did I die?”

The dragon winced. “…do you really want to know?”

That was a good question. Did they want to know how they died? Would it send them into another panic?

“…yes. I want to know.”

“Alright…” Fwy snapped, and another clipboard dropped into their free hand. “…you were crossing the road one day, and you were hit by a car.”

A car.

They were hit by a car?

That was it?

“…is there anything else on there about my life?” Icecweam asked, desperate for any details about their former life that they just hadn’t remembered yet.

Fwy looked it over. “You were part of a litter of six kits… you did well in school, got almost straight B’s… you were looking into a career in botany… and at 19, you were killed in a hit-and-run.”

Icecweam… didn’t remember any of it.

Not their siblings’ names. Not their parents. Nothing.

“…why can’t I remember them?”

“Good question.” Fwy set down their clipboards. “…the most likely explanation is that the impact gave you a concussion, and it’s affecting your memories.”

Icecweam stared into their lap.

“...I know it doesn’t seem fair.” Fwy walked up and sat beside them. “And it isn’t. But there’s nothing you can do now but try and move on.”

“…move on.” Icecweam repeated. “Move on? I just DIED, and you’re telling me to ‘move on?’”

The sorrow has turned to anger. “I had a LIFE! GOALS! FAMILY that I can’t even REMEMBER, all because of some STUPID CAR? But noooooooooo, it doesn’t matter that I’m dead! It doesn’t matter how my parents might feel! How my siblings might feel! It doesn’t even matter how I FEEL! I should JUST MOVE ON!”

“WELL, SCREW THAT!” Icecweam spat, curling their fists. “I’M GONNA GET BACK DOWN TO EARTH, FIND THE GUY WHO KILLED ME, AND WE’LL SEE HOW WELL HIS FAMILY CAN MOVE-”

A claw grabbed onto Icecweam’s arm. They spun to look at Fwy, who looked… scared. Probably for themselves.

…and a pang of guilt crept into the rabbit’s mind. They took a deep breath, then glanced away. “…sorry.” They murmured.

Fwy stayed quiet, and just handed over a tissue. Icecweam didn’t even realize they were crying, and rubbed at their eyes. “Thanks.”

“Any time.” The dragon responded, their own voice a bit shaky. “…we should… probably get your living situation handled.”

Icecweam glanced back at Fwy. “…living situation?”

“Yeah. I live in the apartment district, so maybe we can get you an apartment there!” Fwy tried to return their voice to its same enthusiasm as before, but it was clearly a little forced.

Icecweam wiped their eyes one final time. “…can’t hurt to look.”

“Great! Follow me.” The dragon walked ahead, and the two started off into the night.

Notes:

The hyperfixation is regaining strength

NOTE: Due to some jokester deciding it would be fun to leave several nasty comments on the fic, comment moderation is on and only registered users can comment. Sorry, one bad apple ruined it for everyone :(

Chapter 2: The First Night

Notes:

Hey, I got so much engagement on the first chapter that I've been motivated to publish chapter 2 a day earlier than intended! Thanks for the love y'all

Chapter Text

Out of all the people Fwench Fwy had welcomed to Heaven, this was probably the… well, it certainly wasn’t the worst possible welcome, but it came dangerously close.

Why did they even offer to tell Icecweam how they had died? That only ever makes people upset! And why did they name the poor rabbit exactly like themselves? Oh, hey, I know you got run over by a car, but now we can be name buddies! Isn’t that swell?

You MORON! You should have just let someone else do it, now everything’s gone wrong, and-

“Is this the place?”

Fwy turned to glance in the direction Icecweam was pointing. It was a four story building with a giant, neon sign adorning it: “Great Slumber Motel.”

“Haha, yep! That’s my place!” Fwy shook themselves off and started towards the door. “You’ll be able to go gentle into that good night with mattresses as soft as theirs!”

Icecweam gave Fwy a disbelieving look.

Fwy scratched the back of their head. “…or, that’s their slogan, anyways.”

“I figured.” Icecweam walked ahead and pushed open the doors. “I don’t think this is an apartment, more just a hotel.”

“It’s what I can afford, is what it is.” Fwy mumbled as they approached the counter.

The being behind the counter, a pair of eyes attached to a shapeless black fog, focused on Fwy. “Ah, my most faithful customer. I assume you’re checking in-”

“-a friend!” Fwy interrupted, before beckoning Icecweam ahead. The rabbit cautiously approached the counter, and the void stared down at them.

“…what’s your name, friend?” It asked.

“…Icecweam.”

“And how long will you be staying with us?”

“…as long as I’m here.”

“So eternity, then.” The void laughed, and tossed a key over the counter. “$2.50 a night. Enjoy your stay.”

Fwy picked it up and handed it to Icecweam. “You’re room 303, looks like! I’m room 308, isn’t that a coincidence?”

As the pair began to walk toward the elevator, Icecweam raised an eyebrow. “How come you’ve still got money up here? You haven’t ‘ascended past monetary needs’ or something?”

“Uh…” Fwy smacked their lips as they called the elevator. “No. But everything’s a lot cheaper up here.”

“Hm.” The doors opened, and Icecweam stepped in with the dragon. “…don’t suppose you know someone looking for an amateur botanist?”

 

 

Room 303.

The door creaked open, and Icecweam checked out their room. To their right was a walk-in closet, their left a bathroom, and ahead of them a bedroom. Past that was a small balcony.

“…looks exactly like every other hotel room I’ve ever stayed in.” They commented.

“I was hoping you’d appreciate the familiarity.” Fwench Fwy admitted.

The rabbit scoffed. “Yeah, reminds me of home. You know, the place I can’t go back to.”

Fwy’s heart sank. “…I’m… sorry, you’re right. I can… help you find another-”

Icecweam flinched at the dragon’s hurt tone. “…wait, no, I didn’t mean it like that!” They backpedaled. “I… like it. It’s nice.”

“…you’re just saying that, aren’t you?”

“No, I swear!” The rabbit glanced around frantically, then jumped into their bed. “It’s- oh, wow, these mattresses really are soft.”

…Fwy couldn’t help but chuckle at that comment. “…what, do you take Abaddon for a cheapskate?”

“Abaddon?”

“The guy at the front desk. Real sweetheart, past that exterior.”

“Hm.” Icecweam rolled over. “I’ll take your word.”

There was an awkward silence as the two waited for each other to say something.

“…welp, I’ll let you get settled in.” Fwy announced, before turning to leave. “You know where to find me!”

“Yep.” Icecweam answered as the door shut.

 

 

Knock knock.

Fwench Fwy groaned and flipped up their sleep mask. They checked the digital clock beside them. 2:21 AM.

Who could possibly be awake at this hour? And what could they possibly want from Fwench Fwy?

An easy answer popped up in their mind.

They climbed out of bed, clicked their lamp on, and made their way to the door.

“Who is it?” They mumbled, swallowing a little saliva.

“…it’s Icecweam.”

Darn.

Well, the Overlord does say the first night’s always the hardest.

The door swings open, revealing a distressed Icecweam. “…did I wake you up?”

“Whaaaat? No, no, I’m always-” A yawn betrayed Fwy. “-up this late.”

Icecweam furrowed their brow. “…right.”

“…what’s bothering you?” Fwy started over.

Icecweam’s look of disbelief melted. “I… I had a nightmare.”

“I wouldn’t blame you…” The dragon gestured for Icecweam to come in.

“…I’m sorry… I just…” The rabbit sighed. “I just didn’t know where to go. But I don’t want to be alone tonight…”

“Lucky for you, I’ve got two beds.” Fwy countered.

“Oh, I couldn’t-”

“You came all the way here, you may as well spend the night.” The dragon paused, then their eyes widened. “Uh, not like that, I mean-”

Icecweam trudged inside. “I knew what you meant.”

“Oh. Good.” Fwy watched as the rabbit hopped into the untouched bed. “…well, goodnight.”

“You too.”

“…and I’m right here if you need to talk.”

“Got it.”

“Do you need me to get you some warm milk, or-”

“Fwench Fwy?”

“Huh?”

“Goodnight.”

“…goodnight, heh…”