@heartzpiinki
Since you're opening the request again so... Can I have a fanfic between Lee!Gigi and Ler!Flutter. Where Gigi allows her to tickle, after writing down Flutter's previous events (can be a toon or a run) as a stress relief?
Also I luv your Vee and Brightney fic đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·đ©·
đ âButterfly Breakâ
(Lee!Gigi | Ler!Flutter)
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of Flutterâs wings. Pale cyan light filtered through the window, flickering gently as she hovered beside Gigiâs desk.
Stacks of crumpled notes and sketches cluttered the surface â half-formed doodles, tally marks, and a few sticky notes that read things like âask Connie about the missing wrenchâ or âstop blaming Teagan for the sock incident.â
Gigi slumped forward, face half-buried in her sweater sleeves. âUggghhhh⊠Flutter, I canât keep track of anything anymoreâŠâ she groaned dramatically.
The butterfly giggled silently, her antennae twitching in amusement. She glided closer and pointed to Gigiâs notes with one delicate wingtip, her eyes soft and sympathetic.
âI knoooow, I knooow,â Gigi sighed, flopping onto her side. âYou told me to take breaks and do breathing stuff and, like, not write down every tiny thing. But if I donât, Iâll forget everything I did! What if I mess something up again?â
Flutter landed gently on the desk beside her, wings folding. She tilted her head with a patient smile and wrote a small note in her neat, looping handwriting:
Youâve done so much. You need to rest too.
Gigi peeked up at it from her sweater. âRest, huh? âŠEven though I still have, like, ten apologies to write?â
Flutterâs smile widened. Another note fluttered down.
You can apologize after a nap.
The gacha Toon laughed, muffled through her sleeves. âYouâre too nice, yâknow that?â
Flutter only fluttered her wings in mock modesty. Then, her eyes glimmered with a soft idea. She tapped Gigiâs forehead lightly â boop! â and scribbled again:
Want me to help you relax?
Gigi raised an eyebrow. âHeh. Whatâs that mean?â
No answer. Flutter just smiled innocently, her antennae curling slightly as she floated behind Gigiâs back.
ââŠFlutter?â
Then came the faintest flutter of wingsâ
âand the gentlest little tickle under Gigiâs chin.
âPFFTâwhaHAHAHAâ?! Fluhuhuhutter!!â
The butterfly giggled (or, well, her whole body giggled) as she traced light little taps along Gigiâs neck and sides, each movement like the brush of silk.
âYouâreâhehEHEHEHEâCHEATINGâ!!â Gigi squeaked, curling up like a gacha ball. Her sweater sleeves flopped as she kicked her feet, laughter spilling out like loose coins.
Flutter tilted her head, pretending to think. Cheating? she wrote teasingly on a nearby paper mid-tickle, adding a small doodle of a laughing Gigi.
âYEAHEHEHEHSSSâ!! YOU KNOWâTHAHHAHATâS NOT FAIRâ!â
Flutter just winked, continuing her soft, fluttery tickles down Gigiâs sides and over her belly, where the Toon dissolved into full-on giggle fits.
âFUHUHUHHLUTTER, I SWEAHAHAHHRâ!!â
The butterfly finally stopped, resting her tiny hand on Gigiâs shoulder with the kindest smile.
Gigi, still hiccuping with after-laughter, leaned back against the desk, flushed and happy. âYou little troublemakerâŠâ she murmured between giggles.
Flutterâs next note was simple, written with a little heart at the end:
Feeling better? đ
Gigi sighed dreamily, eyes soft. âYeah⊠way better. Youâve got magic wings or somethinâ, I swear.â
Flutter giggled quietly, shaking her head. She only pointed at Gigiâs smile, then drew one last note before fluttering away:
Laughter looks good on you.
Gigiâs grin widened, cheeks pink. âYouâre the best, FluttersâŠâ
And as Flutterâs wings shimmered in the light â like pastel confetti dusting the air â Gigi finally leaned back in her chair, breathing easy, a relaxed smile on her face for the first time in days.













