@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 đź©·đź©·đź©·đź©·đź©·
💖 “Butterfly Break”
(Lee!Gigi | Ler!Flutter)
The room was quiet except for the soft hum of Flutter’s wings. Pale cyan light filtered through the window, flickering gently as she hovered beside Gigi’s desk.
Stacks of crumpled notes and sketches cluttered the surface — half-formed doodles, tally marks, and a few sticky notes that read things like “ask Connie about the missing wrench” or “stop blaming Teagan for the sock incident.”
Gigi slumped forward, face half-buried in her sweater sleeves. “Uggghhhh… Flutter, I can’t keep track of anything anymore…” she groaned dramatically.
The butterfly giggled silently, her antennae twitching in amusement. She glided closer and pointed to Gigi’s notes with one delicate wingtip, her eyes soft and sympathetic.
“I knoooow, I knooow,” Gigi sighed, flopping onto her side. “You told me to take breaks and do breathing stuff and, like, not write down every tiny thing. But if I don’t, I’ll forget everything I did! What if I mess something up again?”
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:
You’ve done so much. You need to rest too.
Gigi peeked up at it from her sweater. “Rest, huh? …Even though I still have, like, ten apologies to write?”
Flutter’s smile widened. Another note fluttered down.
You can apologize after a nap.
The gacha Toon laughed, muffled through her sleeves. “You’re too nice, y’know that?”
Flutter only fluttered her wings in mock modesty. Then, her eyes glimmered with a soft idea. She tapped Gigi’s forehead lightly — boop! — and scribbled again:
Want me to help you relax?
Gigi raised an eyebrow. “Heh. What’s that mean?”
No answer. Flutter just smiled innocently, her antennae curling slightly as she floated behind Gigi’s back.
“…Flutter?”
Then came the faintest flutter of wings—
—and the gentlest little tickle under Gigi’s chin.
“PFFT—whaHAHAHA—?! Fluhuhuhutter!!”
The butterfly giggled (or, well, her whole body giggled) as she traced light little taps along Gigi’s neck and sides, each movement like the brush of silk.
“You’re—hehEHEHEHE—CHEATING—!!” 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.
“YEAHEHEHEHSSS—!! YOU KNOW—THAHHAHAT’S NOT FAIR—!”
Flutter just winked, continuing her soft, fluttery tickles down Gigi’s sides and over her belly, where the Toon dissolved into full-on giggle fits.
“FUHUHUHHLUTTER, I SWEAHAHAHHR—!!”
The butterfly finally stopped, resting her tiny hand on Gigi’s shoulder with the kindest smile.
Gigi, still hiccuping with after-laughter, leaned back against the desk, flushed and happy. “You little troublemaker…” she murmured between giggles.
Flutter’s next note was simple, written with a little heart at the end:
Feeling better? đź’–
Gigi sighed dreamily, eyes soft. “Yeah… way better. You’ve got magic wings or somethin’, I swear.”
Flutter giggled quietly, shaking her head. She only pointed at Gigi’s smile, then drew one last note before fluttering away:
Laughter looks good on you.
Gigi’s grin widened, cheeks pink. “You’re the best, Flutters…”
And as Flutter’s wings shimmered in the light — like pastel confetti dusting the air — Gigi finally leaned back in her chair, breathing easy, a relaxed smile on her face for the first time in days.
