#lee!phoenix

[kiri-mikua]

well hello there amazing artist! might i request some lee phoenix wright?

WAAAAA OMG OF COURSE?! (人´∀｀)

some surprise tks from edgey

nick is the cutest thing everrrr ⊂(•́⍛•̀⊂)

i love him sm

[snortlaughs]

trial paperwork

fandom: ace attorney

pairing: narumitsu/wrightworth

characters included: lee!wright, ler!edgeworth

word count: 1.3k

genre: fluff. SO MUCH FLUFF.

warnings: none

author’s note: YIPPEEEEE FIRST ACE ATTORNEY FIC! ALSO I HAVEN’T POSTED A FIC IN SO LONG HIIIIII i hope that you all enjoy~

Phoenix laid down on the couch in Edgeworth’s office, looking at his navy-blue coat that snugly hung on the back of the heavy mahogany door. It was quite an eyesore relative to the rest of the room, which was covered in various shades of maroon.

He listened intently to the noises of pen on paper that came from the desk behind him. It was a Tuesday evening, and Miles was filling out paperwork for the trial that was scheduled for the upcoming Friday.

Wright knew this.

However, he still asked…

“What are you working on over there?”

Edgeworth rolled his eyes with a light groan before he placed his pen onto his nicely-polished desk, finally allowing Nick his full attention.

“Wright, this is the third time that you’ve asked me that question, and it’s going to be the third time that I’ve answered that question.” The man growled. “Does nothing get through your thick skull?”

Phoenix shifted his torso with a grunt, now laying on the sofa tummy-down and meeting Edgeworth’s disgruntled gaze.

The defense attorney rested his chin in his hand and grinned his signature, shit-eating grin, which only annoyed Edgeworth even more.

“Alright, don’t lie to me, Edgey.” He hummed, swaying his legs in the air rhythmically. “You didn’t really answer the first two times that I asked. You just shushed me or told me to leave. Very rudely, might I add.”

“Okay, well,” Edgeworth uttered after he took a deep breath. “Listen closely, because I am not answering any more of your brainless questions after this.”

Wright cupped his left ear with his hand to indicate that he was, indeed, listening.

“I am working on documentation for our upcoming trial — getting everything sorted.” Edgeworth said, grateful for the fact that no noise was coming out of Phoenix’s mouth. For once. “Shouldn’t you be doing the same thing? Why are you here bothering me when you could be doing something productive?”

“Well, since you asked oh-so nicely,” Wright purred, earning a huff from the silver-haired man, “I already got all of my paperwork finished, so I don’t have anything to worry about. Also, I like bothering you. You get worked up so easily — it’s fun to watch.”

Edgeworth, at this point, had had enough.

Not only was Phoenix Wright, his rival, invading his space and filling his mind with useless thoughts — now he was just humiliating him!

Not to mention, the warm blush that was building up in his cheeks as a result of Nick’s comment certainly wasn’t helping.

“Oh, it’s fun to watch, is it?” Miles scoffed, standing up from his desk. He shrugged his jacket off of his shoulders and haphazardly tossed it onto his chair.

Wright, satisfied with his pestering, flopped onto his back again and stared up at the ceiling. He crossed his arms over his head, each hand holding the opposite elbow. “Why, yes! Very much so.”

Before Nick knew it, Miles was standing next to the couch and then clumsily climbing onto his lap, straddling him. He used his left hand to grasp the defense attorney’s forearms and hold them firmly against the sofa.

Phoenix, after his initial surprise wore off, began squirming underneath Edgeworth’s weight with a goofy grin.

It was almost as if he knew what was coming.

“M—Miles!” The pointy-haired man stuttered, his eyes darting between the prosecutor’s free hand and his face, which was painted with a playful, happy smirk — an expression that Wright had never seen from Miles before.

Edgeworth was pretty much always frowning. To be honest, this was almost a nice change of pace. Almost.

“I’ll show you what’s fun to watch, Mr. Wright.”

This being said, he started teasingly wiggling his fingers in the air and hovering his hand over various areas of Wright’s torso, causing the man to let out a startled squeak.

“Quihit doing that!” He whined, kicking his feet petulantly against the rose-colored cushions.

“Aww, Phoenix…” Miles said, raising his eyebrows. “I haven’t even touched you yet. I wonder if you’re still just as ticklish as you were when we were kids… I think I may just have to test that out.”

That being said, Edgeworth began lightly clawing at Wright’s sides through the fabric of his collared shirt.

A shrill squeal rang through the spacious room. Phoenix instinctively sucked his tummy in to avoid the tingly sensations that danced across his skin.

“Edgewohohorth! I—I’m stihihihill just as tihihicklish as I was when we were kihihids! You don’t have to tehehest it! Reheheheheally!” The man babbled, his cheeks already covered in a blotchy, red flush.

Edgeworth shook his head with a scoff, unable to wipe his smile off of his face. “So endearing…” he thought.

“Hmmm,” Miles hummed teasingly. “Yeah, I don’t have to test it… you’re right about that. Your sensitivity is obvious.”

“…But I’m still going to tickle you to pieces.”

Phoenix barely had the time to pout before Edgeworth stealthily untucked his top and started poking sporadically at his bare ribs.

“Mihihihiles!” Nick howled, pushing his blushy face into his bicep in order to avoid his assailant’s teasing gaze.

He attempted to free his arms from Edgeworth’s hold, but the prosecutor was surprisingly strong. Instead, he did what seemed to be the next best thing — he breathlessly wriggled under the man’s weight in an attempt to dodge his pokes.

“What, Wright?” Edgeworth said, cocking his head innocently and ceasing his teasy touches for a moment. “This is what you get for bothering me! Maybe you’ll be a bit more mindful next time.”

“B—buhuhut it’s so fuhuhun to annohohoy youuuu! Yohou’re so cu—!”

Before Wright could finish his sentence and fluster Miles even more than he already had, the attacker shot his hand under Phoenix’s left arm and began moving his nimble fingers as quickly as they could go.

“EHEHEHEDGEWOHORTH!” the attorney shrieked, thrashing his torso back and forth in a feeble attempt to break free from the prosecutor. 

Miles’ face, at this point, could have been compared to that of a freshly-boiled lobster — bright red. This was possibly the reddest that he’d ever been, and he was eternally grateful that Wright was too out of sorts to notice. Hopefully.

“W—What is it, Nick?” Edgeworth said falteringly, trying hard to regain his composure after having thought about the fact that he was definitely noticeably flustered.

He switched his hand to the defense attorney’s right underarm and continued his attack, which earned him an adorably shrill yelp. 

“Can’t take it?” 

“NOHOHOHO! Plehehehehease have mehehehercy!” 

“Fine, fine.” Edgeworth said, admittedly quite bummed that his tickly onslaught had finished. He let go of Phoenix’s arms, which he immediately slammed down on either side of his torso as giggles continued to pour past his lips. 

Edgeworth rested his hands on Wright’s chest and looked down at the man laying under him, almost as if he was admiring the mess that he had made. 

Phoenix was quivering, and tears of mirth were being wiped from his deep blue eyes. 

Miles scoffed with a grin. “You’re still such a child, Wright.” 

Phoenix, after a few more moments, had mostly calmed down. However, his voice was still shaky and he was still unable to wipe his dorky smile off of his lips. 

He looked up at Miles, who turned his face away in faux nonchalance.

“M—Maybe that’s true, Edgey,” he said, as solidly as he could. “But you know what?” 

Edgeworth slowly turned his face back towards Wright’s, taking fistfuls of the spiky-haired defense attorney’s button-up shirt into his palms.

“...What?” 

Phoenix grinned.

“I think that you’re a bit of a child, too. I mean, after all these years, you remembered how ticklish I was — you even went out of your way to check and see if I still am,” he stated matter-of-factly. “This must have been taking up a lot of your mental real estate, huh, Miles? Thinking about how ticklish I am, I mean.”

Edgeworth’s eyes widened as he immediately turned away from Wright.

His face was beet-red, and his blush was quickly trailing down his neck. He silently swore at himself, irritated by the fact that he got flustered so easily.

“Seems like I got it right,” Phoenix purred, poking playfully at Edgeworth’s sides and taking note of how he flinched.

[nataliewritez]

Bro... so yk the whole sqeak in court thing with the leaf we talked about?

What if that was.. before miles and nick got to realize they were ticklish?? But miles remembers from back when they were kids??

And he's all like

"Wright, are you okay? Are you sick? You seem quite red." Genuinely concerned, but then that turns into a ticklish discovery of sorts >:3

Lying Lawyer || Ace Attorney Tk Fic

A/N: AAAAA ADRIEN!! yes yes it's the most amazing conversation we had ever in discord kajxjejd ace attorney will always be one of my biggest hyperfixations!! hope you enjoy!!

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Inside the court, it grew more and more intense as the trial went on, despite it just starting 30 minutes ago. As it went on, Maya couldn't help but notice a leaf was stuck at the edge of Phoenix's collar when he ducked down to grab something to testify against Edgeworth's accusation. She meerly went and took the leaf off, but whilst she did that, her and the court's eye's widdened as he let out a shriek.

"Wright? What is the matter?" The judge asked, Phoenix turned to see Miles try and piece together in his mind for what got him to make that noise, "No, no! I simply saw a spider and jumped was all!" He waved off, smiling nervously. His cheeks grew increasingly red, and his mind was racing so fast that it was blurred, Miles had still been working the gears in his head, before a sudden smirk placed onto his face. Phoenix attempted to continue the trial, only to mess up each try, so Edgeworth interrupted, "Judge, sorry to interrupt but I think we need to call in a break." He said formerly, the judge had nodded and clanked his gavel down, "A 15 minute break will be insued, I trust Wright will gather his thoughts back, no?" He asked, earning a quick nod as they all were dismissed.

As Phoenix reached the back of a private room, he took the moment to think, only to yelp when Miles had him against the wall, he had his hands pinned between his underarms so he couldn't slither away, his strength drastically higher than Phoenix's, "I know there wasn't any insects in that court, Wright, so, I thought back as to what would make you make a noise like that, just to have some.. childhood memories." The same smirk from earlier enlaced his facial features, his hand clawing at his side, whenever to went to squirm to the other side, his other hand would catch it and claw there too, only for the process to repeat until he was using Edgeworth's shoulder's to try and keep himself held up, his laughter piling up in the back of his throat.

The tickly memories of when they were kids, having turns in tickling eachother, but whenever Edgeworth did this move? It always meant he wasn't going to escape until he got his answers. "IhiHIhihit was n-noho-GAHAH!? WAIT! WAHAHAHAIT!" Guffawed the blue suited male, his entire body falling to the floor, unfortunately, Edgeworth had started to knead against his hip's while he was distracted, making him get in this position. "Wright, you know how much I feel about liars, I find it insulting that you'd dare to lie infront of my face." His face and voice was blunt, but they both knew it'd still fluster the other badly, making him snort, "IHI KNOHOW! JUHUST- BWAHAH! MEHERCY!"

"You know how to make this stop, Phoenix." Claimed the other, shaking his head tauntingly, only to barely hear the whine Phoenix's had emitted from it, "Oh? Does every little move I make fluster you?" He asked nonchalantly, his smirk widdening as he nodded helplessly, "OKAHAY, MAHAYA TIHICKLED ME, THAHATS IT! I SWEHEAR!" Edgeworth could hear the truth lace his voice, as he stopped, he couldn't help but scoff and chuckle at him, "How childish, see you back in trial." He waltzed off, listening to Phoenix scramble to get up and get back himself, fixing his slightly messy look.

As they entered the room, the judge looked over, "Is Wright feeling better, Edgeworth?" He asked, Phoenix physically quivering when he saw him grin, "Oh yes, he was just tickled pink, nothing serious." He winked at Phoenix, earning a scowl, "Great, let the trial continue." And with that, Phoenix had to suffer through this embarrassing moment for ages to come.

[ijustliketickling]

I like Ace Attorney :)

[tk-writer]

Perhaps a fic were Edgeworth gets his revenge at Wright for continuously screwing with him?

Miles shook his head as he watched Phoenix struggle to fix his blazer. This was only the 3rd suit he had tried on, but the prosecutor was already exhausted. He finally understood why people looked so weary as they waited for their companions outside of changing rooms. He regretted accepting the invitation to go shopping with the spikey haired man.

"This doesn't look right," Wright complained as he tried and failed to find the correct hole for each button. "Why do they have to make it so complicated?"

"It's not complicated. You're just a buffoon." Miles stood up and put his hands on his shoulders, tucking in his shirt collar so that it didn't stick up.

Phoenix practically hit the ceiling.

"Wait, dohohon't!" he squealed in an uncharacteristically high pitch. He scrunched up his shoulders and flinched away from the skittering hands on his skin.

Miles did his best to suppress a smirk.

"Fix your pockets, too. They're inside out."

They weren't, but he shoved his hands in there anyway, making sure to brush against his hips and thighs for good measure. The defense lawyer squirmed in place as much as he could, weakly grabbing at Miles's wrists as he let out a bellowing laugh.

"Staaahahahap! It tickles!!"

"Oh, don't cause a scene. I'm barely touching you. Look, now your jacket is wrinkled."

He "smoothed" out the sides of his blazer, pressing his nimble fingers into Phoenix's ribs and causing him to fold over. He giggled like crazy, and Miles noticed his face was starting to turn pink. Still, instead of pushing him away, he seemed to melt into his touch. As if... as if he liked it?

The prosecutor suddenly felt flustered and pulled his hands away. Phoenix kept giggling for a few more seconds before he finally settled down. Miles awkwardly cleared his throat.

"You made such a fuss. I was just trying to fix it."

"You... you did that on purpose!"

"And did you stop me?"

Phoenix opened his mouth, then closed it when he realized he was unable to come up with an answer. His cheeks now a deep shade of rose, he stomped back into the changing room without another word.

Miles sat back down on the top waiting chair, donning an arrogant grin. Finally, he was able to give that menace a taste of his own medicine.

[tk-writer]

Wrightworth, with jealous Phoenix?

It didn't take a genius prosecutor to deduce that something was wrong with Phoenix.

From the moment he got home, he didn't hear a peep from the normally talkative lawyer all evening. He could sense the man's displeasure simmering for hours as he sat on the other side of the living room. The tension became suffocating after a while, so Miles decided it was time to be the bigger person (as usual). He scooted across the floor in his swivel chair until he was right behind him.

"Alright, I'll bite. What's the matter?"

"Nothing." Phoenix kept his back toward him.

"Look, if you're upset with me, that's fine. But I'd rather you tell me directly than deal with this passive aggression."

The spikey haired man finally turned around to face him. He wore a deep frown and looked quite distraught.

"When I asked you to hang out earlier you said no 'cause you were 'too busy', but when Larry asked, you ran out to meet him right away."

Ah. So that was the problem. Miles suppressed the urge to laugh. He looked his companion in the eyes while he addressed him.

"Phoenix Wright. Are you jealous of Larry Butz?"

The man crossed his arms and pouted. "I'm not jealous."

Miles couldn't help but smile. He didn't mean to mock his friend when he was so upset, but seeing him get so worked up over something like this was adorable. Feeling uncharacteristically playful, he poked him in the side so that he'd stop looking so grumpy.

"I only met with Larry because he needed legal advice. He got himself caught up in another fiasco, so it was more of a consultation than a hangout."

"Ahhh, nghhh! EEEK! Re-realeeheehee?"

Miles nodded, clamping both hands on his sides so he could claw at his ribcage.

"Really. I didn't even have fun. Now stop moping around, I can't stand seeing you sulk like this."

Phoenix giggled and squirmed while he twisted his body every which way, doing very little to try and stop him. He went completely limp and allowed Miles to spider his sides and flutter across his stomach. The prosecutor almost laughed along with him. He never brought it up because he didn't want to embarrass him, but he knew how much he loved being teased like this. It was so obvious.

After a minute or two he stopped to let him catch his breath. His face was flushed and he had his arms wrapped around himself, but overall he seemed to be in much better spirits.

"Feel better?"

Phoenix looked at him warmly and nodded his head.

"Yeah. Much better."

[tk-writer]

What was to come next. [Feenris one-shot]

Yoooooooooooo I know this ship is dead and no one else wanted this but me I was so gd thirsty for some Feenris content I just had to. Here you go a tickle fic that’s entirely self-indulgent!!

**Warning: contains major spoilers for Ace Attorney: Trials and Tribulations!

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“Please give me the necklace back.”

Those six little words had, in a way, become part of their daily routine ever since they started dating a few short weeks ago. Phoenix would invite Iris (although she was known as Dahlia at this time) to his dorm, she’d show up after class and knock quietly on his door. He’d let her in, give her a kiss on the lips, and hug her while pulling her backwards until they both fell onto his cheap black futon. After their giggles had faded, she’d ask him the same question. And he’d always refuse.

He wouldn’t learn the painful truth about it until much, much later… but for now, life was good. And he was happier than he’d ever been before.

“Feenie… please? I really need it.”

Iris laid on top of him as they both sprawled across the futon, legs intertwined with one another as they embraced somewhat uncomfortably. As she looked down, she gave him the saddest puppy dog eyes she could muster. And yet, her boyfriend didn’t break. He simply grinned wider and shook his head in an over the top manner.

“Nope! Noooo way dollface! You’ll have to pry it out of my cold, dead hands!”

She flinched upon hearing his last words, seemingly in pain. Hmmm, maybe she wasn’t one for dark humor. Phoenix made a mental note to lay off death jokes in the future.

“Pleeeeease? Isn’t there anything I can do to convince you…?”

Her expression softened, changing from cute and innocent to sultry and seductive in the span of a few seconds. Phoenix knew that face. He’d seen it many times in the past when they… well, you know…

Little did he know what was to come next.

She slid her hands under his pink sweater, the one she’d knitted for him and the one he wore pretty much everywhere. He could feel her long nails seeking the hem of his undershirt, pushing it up to expose part of his belly. He felt goosebumps rise at the sudden sensation of cool air on his skin. Her hands skittered across, barely grazing his belly button.

And then… a small giggle escaped.

He froze, staring up at Iris from his position below.

“… Um…!!”

Her eyes grew wide with both curiosity and amusement.

“Feenie… what was that?”

“N-nothing!! Nothing at all!”

She giggled, her sweet laughter floating lightly in the air like butterflies.

“Is my sweet Feenie… ticklish?”

He started squirming before she could even finish her question, giving himself away before he even had the chance to deny it. He was already grinning like a gremlin and chuckling nervously, and she’d barely touched him.

This was her chance. She’d get that necklace back, and this was the perfect way to do it without hurting her sweetheart.

“No!! No, no way! Not me! I- ohohoho, nooooo! Dolleeheehee!!”

Phoenix burst into a cacophony of laughter when he felt two hands scrambling up and down his midsection. Iris was an expert, hitting him in all the right places and making him produce sounds she had never expected to hear. She clawed his sides, giggling when he tried twisting away in vain. She spidered over his belly, laughing when she heard him squeal in a high-pitched voice. She even managed to burrow under his arms, which made him cry out almost to the point of screaming. She figured it was one of his worst spots and lingered there for a while.

“AAAAHAHAHA! Eeeeeek, DAHAHHALLS! Not thEHEHEHERE!!”

“Ehehe… Feenie, you’re so cute like this…”

After a while, she felt herself getting lost in the act. The sight of his half-bare chest made her weak, slightly toned from all those hours spent at the gym, heaving up and down as he struggled to take in enough air to supplement his involuntary laughter. Seeing his handsome face light up with joy, even though it was forced, reminded her of why she fell so deeply in love with him in the first place.

But… it was a bit strange. He certainly was sensitive to the tickling, with the way he was flailing his arms all over the place and curling up every time she hit another spot. However, he hadn’t tried to push her off or grab her hands. Not even once.  He hadn’t told her to stop, either.

Was he…?

She stopped when she came to this realization. By this point, Phoenix’s face was a bright shade of red and was wheezing as he attempted to steady his breathing once more.

“Feenie, are you okay?”

“Haaaa… ha ha… yeah…”

She gave him a moment to collect himself, noticing the tiny beads of sweat dripping down his reddened face. Poor thing, she’d really done a number on him!

“I’m so sorry! You’re so worn out now…”

“No! It’s okay, I’m fine! I actually… I kinda liked it!!”

Iris could only stare blankly upon hearing those last words.

“I mean! Only ‘cause it’s you…”

Nice save. He blushed in an entirely different way now, a sheepish smile spread across his face that was so adorable it made Iris laugh out loud. She wrapped her arms around him, planting a wet kiss on one of his cheeks.

“Oh, Feenie… you’re so silly!”

She kissed him again, and again, and again, and the subject of the necklace was soon forgotten.