polarbearferarri
Fandoms
Recent works
-
standing in the yard, dressed like a kid by polarbearferarri
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
30 Jun 2025
Tags
Summary
The bass still thunders in their skull, and Toriel’s slurred, off-key crooning hacks through the noise, tearing at their nerves like rusted metal against exposed flesh.
The pillow grows warm against their skin, damp with sweat, but they cling to it tighter—gripping it like a lifeline, as if pressure alone could drown out the ringing in their ears, the taste of dread still clinging to their tongue. As if it could smother the memory of the world collapsing just hours ago, or the way home had ceased to feel like one.
It doesn't make sense to be apart on a night like this.
-
LV2 dark prince. dark-world being. has friends now. by polarbearferarri
Fandoms: Deltarune (Video Game)
10 Jun 2025
Tags
Summary
Ralsei could count the days on one hand since Kris and Susie had arrived, but to him, it felt like he had wandered through a thousand autumns and springs by their side. Their presence carried the bittersweet familiarity of something half-remembered, as if their souls had been spinning in perpetual figure-eights only to be drawn again to one another in every lifetime. Like stars caught in mutual orbit, their paths never truly diverged, only curved gently toward their inevitable collision.
He loved them with the humble certainty of someone who always had.
It wasn’t as though he hadn’t prepared for this. He had always known he was meant to meet them, had held the thought like a lantern as he envisioned their arrival in every imaginable light. But no amount of speculation could compare to reality, an anomaly proving itself time and time again to be infinitely more wondrous.
-
goodnight, noodleneck! by polarbearferarri
Fandoms: Peanuts - Charles M. Schulz (Comics)
17 May 2025
Tags
Summary
She takes off at a sprint, battered sandals slapping against the sun-warmed grass, and crashes into Marcie with all the wild impulse of an overexcited golden retriever. She throws her arms around her in a tackle-hug so fierce it nearly knocks them off their feet, the sudden momentum tipping them sideways as they collapse into breathless laughter, clinging to each other with no real purpose.
Patty’s heart is hammering against her ribs. The world sharpens around her—the lazy spill of sunlight through swaying leaves, the impossibly sweet scent of late-blooming daisies stirring something reckless and stupid inside her.
And then she kisses her, her lips finding Marcie’s with a calm so sure it betrays nothing of the sleepless nights and restless longing that led her here.
I've always had a soft spot for them. This fic is long overdue.
- Language:
- English
- Words:
- 2,088
- Chapters:
- 1/1
- Kudos:
- 10
- Hits:
- 33
-
all the sunshine banishes the dark by polarbearferarri
Fandoms: Peanuts - Charles M. Schulz (Comics)
13 May 2025
Tags
Summary
Frieda lets out a scandalized little noise, but the edges of it are already melting—sugared and warm, laced with barely contained affection. She shoves at Lucy’s shoulder with all the resistance of a kitten batting at a sunbeam.
“You’re the worst,” she grumbles, though her grin betrays her.
“You like me,” Lucy counters, tilting her head with that infuriating, irresistible smile.
The lack of Frucy fics on this website is appalling. I see an issue, I resolve an issue.
-
better view with a ten month summer by polarbearferarri
Fandoms: Peanuts - Charles M. Schulz (Comics)
16 Mar 2025
Tags
Summary
The world tilted off its axis, and suddenly nothing made sense except this.
It was nothing but pure impulse, or so she told herself—born of too much champagne and too many feelings left unresolved. There was no rhyme or reason to it, only a reckless surrender to something that could not be fully understood or undone. It tasted of years long gone and of promises broken before they could be made.
Her hands, once useless at her sides, moved without hesitation now, as if they had always known their way to him. Manicured fingertips traced the line of his shoulders, then curled at the nape of his neck, threading into his hair, pulling him impossibly closer as if the space between them had never made sense to begin with.
Without you, I'd rather cut my fingers off.