#so boom. ticklish shoulder blades and lower arms

[rainbowwing251]

I’m trying to think of a list of worst spots for the main six Xenoblade 3 protagonists, and up until now, I haven’t been able to come up with more than one or two worsts spots for anyone other than Noah. Now however? I’m pretty close to coming up with at least 2 worst spots for everyone, and I want to list them here before I forget about them.

So without further ado, here’s the list of all of the worst spots for each of the protagonists of Xenoblade 3 (according to my headcanons). I will be putting these under the cut to avoid clogging up anyone’s dashboards (and also because there is a minor detail of Taion that was revealed thanks to a specific outfit you can get in the second wave of DLC for the game, and I don’t know if it counts as a spoiler or not).

Noah: Ears, armpits, stomach, navel

Mio: Ears, Core Crystal, sides

Eunie: Head wings (especially the base of the wings), hips. I’m still trying to think of a third spot for her.

Taion: Neck, shoulder blades, Core Crystal (I didn’t even know he had one until Wave 2 of the DLC added a swimsuit for him, where you can see something akin to a Core Crystal on his chest), lower arms, wrists

Lanz: Biceps, back, knees (both the front and the back of them)

Sena: Core Crystal, Navel, thighs, calves 

And just for fun, I’ll list which of the above spots is that specific character’s death spot. Tickle any of these spots, and that character will (virtually) die instantly.

Noah: Stomach

Mio: Sides

Eunie: I haven’t determined her death spot just yet, but I’m leaning towards the base of her head wings.

Taion: Neck

Lanz: Once again, I haven’t determined his death spot yet, but I’m leaning towards the back of his knees.

Sena: Calves

[tk-writer]

Turnabout Tickles - [Wrightworth/NaruMitsu]

Obligatory WrightWorth/Narumitsu fic... enjoy!!

CW: mention of murder and violence in 2nd paragraph

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Miles Edgeworth let out a weary sigh as he stared out the window of his office. He felt the warmth of the midday sun upon his face, enjoying the sights of the newly blossomed flowers in the garden as he waited for his apprentice to show. The weather was lovely; a pleasant spring day had finally graced the city after a long, cold winter. But unfortunately, he had no time to spare romping around outdoors. Not with the upcoming trial his protégé had taken on.

At first glance, it appeared to be an open and shut case. The body of a young man was discovered, stabbed to death with a kitchen knife that had his girlfriend’s fingerprints all over it. She was found at the scene, blade still in hand, and was arrested on the spot.  But she asserted her innocence, despite there being no other possible suspects. And some of the evidence, besides the murder weapon, were inconclusive at best. One of which was uncertain enough to throw his entire argument out the window.

And of course, that man was going to defend her in court tomorrow. Which meant the trial could be turned around at any time, despite all odds against it.

He checked his watch. 12:34. The apprentice was very late. Edgeworth let out another exasperated sigh. It was so hard finding reliable interns nowadays. The least he could have done was call ahead of time and give him some sort of excuse.

The prosecutor closed his eyes for just a moment when he suddenly felt a shocking sensation: something stiff grabbed him from behind and pinched his ribs, causing him to yell out in surprise and flail his arms wildly. Was this the work of his irresponsible apprentice? He spun around, ready to fight whoever it was that had attacked him so, and found himself face to face with that man. Grinning like a fool in his cheap blue knockoff designer suit.

He furrowed his brows and frowned.

“Wright!! What the hell are you doing?”

Phoenix’s laughter boomed, bringing an unwelcome noisiness unfamiliar in Edgeworth’s office.

“Ha haha! You’re tense as ever, Edgeworth!”

The prosecutor slammed a fist on his desk.

“Are you out of your mind? Sneaking up on a man like that when he least expects it! I should have you arrested for trespassing!”

“Easy, easy! My bad, just thought I’d lighten the mood a bit… you seem stressed.”

Phoenix looked genuinely remorseful, and a bit sheepish, so Edgeworth softened up and relaxed. He rubbed his temples, grabbing the cup of tea he had on his desk and moving to sit on the crimson couch.

“What business do you have with me? It’s not very often I’m graced with your presence.”

Phoenix sat next to him, a little too close for his taste, and pulled out a thick marigold envelope from his briefcase.

“Actually, I wanted to get your opinion on this case…”

Edgeworth raised a suspicious eyebrow.

“You mean, for the trial tomorrow? You do realize I will be acting as the lead prosecutor, correct?”

Phoenix nodded. His knee pressed against Edgeworth’s, making the prosecutor flinch away upon contact.

“There’s one piece of evidence that doesn’t make any sense no matter how much I think about it. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

Edgeworth placed his mug on the table and rested his elbows on his thighs. Of course he knew what Phoenix was referring to. But he couldn’t afford reveal that he was also in the dark about it. Not when they were about to face each other in court tomorrow.

“I’ve no idea what you’re talking about, Wright,” he stated blankly.

“Oh, come on! You’re telling me that Miles Edgeworth, the genius prosecutor, hasn’t realized the contradictory evidence glaring in his face?”

Phoenix poked his childhood friend playfully in the side. Edgeworth responded by gasping loudly and jolting back as if shocked by electricity.

“Wright!! Stop that!”

“Hehehehe… why does it bother you so much?”

“Because!! It’s extremely unpleasant…”

“But, why? What’s the reason? It’s just a little poke. Yet you have such a big reaction every time.”

“That’s none of your concern.”

Edgeworth hoped, no, prayed that Phoenix would just drop the subject. It was embarrassing enough harboring this little secret, but even worse knowing his rival was so close to discovering the truth. And with the way he was rubbing his chin and gazing up at the ceiling as if putting together pieces of a puzzle in his mind, he knew he wasn’t about to let it go anytime soon.

“It seems that there are three possible explanations for this behavior.”

Edgeworth slowly began to scoot away, careful not to alert Phoenix to his movements.

“… Is that so…”

“Yup,” the lawyer lifted his index finger. “Possibility number 1: You have an injury of some sort.”

He looked curiously at Edgeworth, as if searching for signs of vulnerability.

“Have you been hurt recently? If so, I know basic first aid!”

“No! No… I’m fine. I have no recent injuries.”

Phoenix returned to his previous position. Tapping the bottom of his chin pensively. After a couple more seconds, he raised two fingers.

“Alright then. Possibility number 2: I simply took you by surprise.”

Finally. An answer that would end this. Edgeworth basically jumped on it.

“That seems to be the most logical conclusion. Let’s leave it at that.”

“Ah, but you haven’t heard the third option yet.”

He leaned in towards the nervous prosecutor, in such close proximity that Edgeworth could almost feel his breath on him. He felt a lone bead of sweat drip down his forehead.

“Possibility number 3: you’re very, very ticklish.”

Edgeworth’s arms immediately came to his sides protectively. His eyes shot daggers at Phoenix with the sharpest gaze he could muster. The panic in his voice glaringly obvious.

“N-nonsense! That’s… baseless conjecture!! You have no proof!”

“Is that so?” Phoenix smiled deviously. “In that case, there’s an easy way to prove Possibility 2 and 3 wrong… right now!”

“Don’t you dare…”

Oh, but he did. With almost no warning Phoenix grabbed his lower sides, the only part of him unprotected by Edgeworth’s arms, and began to gently squeeze the soft skin. At first, Edgeworth simply made bizarre noises akin to monkeys in the wild or gooses honking in the park. He’d bite his lip, clench his teeth, and strain against his own voice so as not to give in to Phoenix’s attack. But the longer the tickling went on, the harder it was for him to hold out.

“ACK! Nggh! NNNAAA! Fffff, AUUUGH! Stop!! Wright, WRIGHT!”

“Wow! You’re the first person I’ve ever met who doesn’t laugh when they’re tickled!”

“Ngggggh SHUT UP!”

Edgeworth tried seizing his hands, but Phoenix was too quick. He jumped from spot to spot, wiggling stiff fingers in his underarms or in the spaces between his ribs, taking him by surprise every time. The worst was when he poked into his waist and sides at random; then it was impossible to predict where he’d hit next. Edgeworth tried to cover himself, but it was no use. That man was just too damn fast. He felt his resolve weakening. His laughter was getting harder to suppress and the noises escaping his mouth were more recognizable as giggles.

“Nnnnaha! Mmmm, mHMHMHMHM! Noho! Noooo!”

“That’s it! Just let it out!”

Then, suddenly, Edgeworth cackled uproariously. Phoenix froze for a second, looking down at his hands, and realized he had just grazed his fingertips across Edgeworth’s stomach. He smirked as Edgeworth looked on in fear.

“Wait, Wright! That’s enough! You’ve proved your point!”

“Mm, I don’t think… I think I gotta hear you laugh for real before I’m convinced!”

And with that, he dug gently into his belly, just barely scribbling his nails through his white dress shirt. Edgeworth took off like a rocket, howling louder than ever in an off-key discordance. Pheonix knew he’d hit the jackpot. He’d have to save this information for later.

  - Edgeworth’s worst tickle spot added to Court Record. –

 “AHAHAHAHAHA! WRIGHT STAHAHAHAP! ICANTTAHAHAHKEIT!!”

Finally satisfied, Phoenix ceased his administrations and backed off. He gave him some space as he recovered, his face flushed in a shade that matched the reddish-colored velvet of the couch. After several seconds passed, he spoke.

“You will speak of this to no one.”

The defense lawyer gave him a victorious grin as he placed a hand on the marigold envelope.

“Sure. As long as you tell me what you think about this evidence.”

Curses! He knew this would end badly for him. But at this point, he had no choice. He balled both hands into fists as he spat out a scathing jab. It didn’t seem to phase Phoenix.

“Grrr! You… you criminal!”

“Hehe… hey, it was kinda fun! Don’t you feel a little better now?”

Edgeworth, still seething, would have kicked him out then and there, but once he noticed how much his shoulders had relaxed and how his tension had melted away, he held himself back. It had been a while since he’d laughed so freely. And he supposed it was better that Phoenix knew about his “secret”, rather than anyone else. At least he’d keep his word. He looked at his old friend, his eyes lit up with amusement and joy, and couldn’t help but sense the corners of his lips turning upwards into a smile. This time, a voluntary one.

Yeah, actually… he felt pretty damn good.