Continuation of haberdashing’s fic!
Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven / Part Eight / Part Nine / Part Ten / Part Eleven / Part Twelve / Part Thirteen / Part Fourteen / Part Fifteen / Part Sixteen
(Last one! I’ll be putting this fic up on AO3 after I look it over and make a few edits. Thank you so much to everybody who read these, who liked and reblogged and made art(!!!!) for this fic, and a huge thank you to haberdashing for writing the fic that kicked all of this off and for putting up with me stealing your idea and running away cackling with it!)
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In the end, even though Dipper worked himself into a panic too many times trying to decide what to say and what not to say and how to even start, it was Belle’s father who sought him out. And by ‘sought him out’, he really meant ‘summoned’, with a proper, if miniature, circle complete with tealights around the perimeter and a jumbo-sized candy bar in the centre.
All of the mods are in a sobbing puddle of tears
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