#ler!edgeworth

[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.

[adrienisweird]

A eventful court break

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Hihii! I decided to try my hand at writing since I'm "good" at it (According to teachers)

Anyway! Woe! Wrightworth tickles be upon ye!!

Context: This was based on a RP with a moot!

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The court had called a 15 minute court recess to allow the both the defense and prosecution time to skim over the case again, since the court had been active for 2 hours at that point. Pheonix felt it was a good idea to go over the case with Edgeworth's help. Edgeworth didn't feel so open to sharing what he knew though.

Pheonix had followed Edgeworth into his office, in an attempt to reason with him.

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"Wright, for the last time, I am NOT going over this case with you" Edgeworth huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance

"Edgeworth, please? You never used to be this distant!" Pheonix replied, growing increasingly more exhasperated at how cold his old friend had grown.

"That was a long time ago Wright, things simply aren't the same." Edgeworth stated.

"You used to be such an open, caring guy! What happened?" Pheonix said, recalling the countless moments of kindness and joy they had as kids.

"What are you on about, Wright? I was never this open, soft person you claim I was." Edgeworth sighed, hoping Pheonix would just drop it. It made him feel things no respectable prosecutor should. He had gotten rid of these unnecessary feelings a long time ago... right?

"Pfft, are you serious? You used to be the nicest person I knew. Even though you hid it from others, you never hid your soft side from me." Wright snickered, remembering their playfights and tick-... That's it! He thought. That's what i should try! Even if it doesn't make him go over the case with me, maybe- just maybe- he'll open up a little?

A smirk spread across Pheonix's face, not going unnoticed by Edgeworth.

"Wright, what in the world is with that strange expression if yours?" Edgeworth asked nervously. There was a part of him, hidden deeply inside of his mind, that instantly felt uneasy and nervous upon seeing Wright's smile. It was mischevious, and sprung up memories of their childhood playfights- tickle fights actually.

"Miles.. do you remember when we used to wrestle as kids?" Pheonix said in a chillingly smooth voice.

"W-Wright, what's with that look? What on earth are you thinking?" Edgeworth nervously stuttered, a small warmth spreading across his cheeks.

"Oh, I just found your 'tough guy' act amusing, after all... we both know how sensitive you are~" Pheonix purred, making Edgeworth shift nervously on the velvety red loveseat.

"Wright I-" before Edgeworth had time to finish his sentance, Pheonix had already pinned his hands to the soft arm rest.

"Wright, what the devil are you-!" He yelped before immediatly shutting up at Pheonix's following words.

"Hey, you might not want to yell. After all, it'd be a strange look for the defense to be found hovering on top of the prosecution~" Wright's wording and tone instantly caused a blush to creep it's way onto Edgeworth's face.

"What's this? The legendary 'demon prosecutor' is lost for words? Oh, you're even blushing!" Pheonix commented, becoming more and more smug by the second. If Edgeworth didn't try to take him down a peg, he'd be a goner for sure.

"W-Wright, if this is how you want to play, then fine. If I were you I wouldn't act all high and mighty, after all, I know how to have you begging in seconds" Edgeworth retorded with fake confidence, hoping Wright would fall for it- sure enough he did.

"Wh- I-" Pheonix stuttered, his grip on Edgeworth's wrists faltering. "W-well, I'm not a kid anymore, I've outgrown t- that." He huffed, hoping Edgeworth would drop it.

"Really, Pheonix? Honestly, I bet I'd be able to get you off of me in seconds, considering how sensitive your hips are." Edgeworth continued, growing more confident.

Pheonix's face burned red as he desperately tried to keep Edgeworth's hands from getting loose.

"Wh- Well Miles, why haven't you pushed me off yet? I bet the bailiff will be back any second to-" Pheonix started to balbber, hoping edgeworth would forget about his threats.

"You know what Wright? Good call~" Edgeworth said right as he pulled his hands out of Pheonix's grip and started kneading his lower ribs.

"Wahahait! Mihiles doHONT-!" Pheonix tries to grab Edgeworth's wrists as his entire body jolted at the ticklish sensations, and in the same motion he twisted sideways causing him to fall onto the loveseat, leaving him more vulnerable.

"Ehedgeworth thihis ihisn't- AhAHA-!" Pheonix laughed, kicking his legs as edgeworth straddles across his waist.

"Fair? Hm. Neither is pinning me down with your body weight" Edgeworth said, allowing a small smile to cross his usually ridgid features.

"Grrhrrr- NahaHAO EdgewohoHOrth! Thehe Bailiff WiHILL beHe here AhaHAny SEHECOND!" Pheonix growled, attempting to stifle his laughter, but failing miserably.

"Guess I'd better hurry to the best spot then, hm? If I remember correctly it's riiight... here!" Edgewort smirked as he worked his way up Pheonix's ribs as if he was playing the piano before digging into the ribs just slightly below his underarms.

"NOHO MIHIHILES PLEHEASE-" His laughter is cut off by a snort. "Oh, you still snort? How childish~" Edgeworth smiled, no ill intent being carried by his words.

"MIHILES PLEHEHEASE- NOHOT NOHOW-" His laugh was peppered with squeaks and snorts that made Edgeworth's stomach feel all fluttery.

"Okay, ohokay" Edgeworth chuckled, letting up on Pheonix and getting off of him. He watched Wright's smile and listened to his breathless giggles. As soon as they had both stood back up to recouperate the bailiff called them back to court over the radio. Miles smirked at Pheonix one final time and said"Not now, huh?~" before they went back into court.

Perhaps those feelings weren't as unecessary as he first felt they were.

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Hihi again! I did not spellcheck this sooo hope it's not too bad. Anyway, hope you enjoyed!

Also, tagging @nataliewritez and @tea-twords for helping me build confidence and inspire me to write again! Love ya'll!

[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."