𝘔𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘦𝘴: Soul Bound - DISCONTINUED

𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙩𝙝𝙧𝙚𝙚

I have some bad news, you guys.  

Chapter twenty-four will be the last chapter I publish. I can't really come back to this fandom anymore. The story is still ongoing, some of the characters are messed up, and there's no definite future like the one I imagined. I'm really sorry to the ones who supported me since day one and then returned after the long hiatus. You guys are the real miracles.

I've been battling school and my life and barely have time to focus on myself. So, here's a proposition: You can have this! Just post a message on my account (or here) and then we'll discuss the arrangements.

I'd rather have someone continue my baby than abandon it.

If there are no willing volunteers, then the story of Dealla Seinfeld will only remain in our memories.

Thank you so much for sticking up with me. I love you all. 

Until tomorrow—November 9, 2024.

Anyways, here's my favorite chapter:

-Cherries-

➳ 𝔰𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔟𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔡

"She's the one," Chat blew out a candle, "She isn't." Another, "She is," and another, "She—"

The hero clad in black stared at the last candle, his ears drooping. He blinked before straightening his back, shrugging his shoulders. "Not me forgetting to count how many there are." He said before walking over to the railings of the top floor of the Eiffel Tower.

Chat Noir let out a dramatic sigh, propping his elbows on the railings, looking at Paris' scenery.

Ladybug as his soulbound is only probable—so there's a chance that she isn't. Plus, she didn't even give a solid answer when he invited her for dinner, so isn't that a big sign that she isn't?

And she said she likes someone, too. 

He should've just detransformed and met Dealla—oh, and Nino, too—in secret. Chat slapped his hands to his face, letting out another sigh. Jeez, he pouted, I'm an idiot.

The wind whispered a soothing song, and the candle left behind by the teen snuffed out. The trails of smoke disappeared along with the cold, evening breeze, and Chat let his eyes trail towards a familiar manor, his pupils unknowingly dilating as his ear twitched. Dealla's bedroom light is still on...

Chat glanced back at the little setup he prepared for his partner before shaking his head. He gripped the baton secured on the back of his belt, extending it with a push of a button as he propelled himself to the direction he had in mind— 

A large object suddenly went past him, followed by a cold breeze, making our hero in black halt with a shriek. His baton stood perpendicular to the ground beneath as he hugged it for dear life, looking at where the unknown thing landed. Is that ice cream?! His baton slowly tilted to the side, and Chat let out a surprised yell as he tipped off balance, immediately shortening his weapon to land on his feet and not damage anything with impact.

He rolled to the ground with a thud before jumping to his feet, rubbing his back with a wince as he turned to where the ice cream came from, grimacing at a large monster made of ice cream.

"... I'll  be sure to do whatever you say once we meet."

Dealla groaned loudly as she caressed her back, letting out a sigh as she stood from her desk, opening her mini-fridge to get two ice packs. She stared at the bags filled with ice in her hand, a frown tugging her lips.