#lee!sans

🌻 Undertale tickle headcanons

Ler !!

💛 Loves giving light tkls, just letting his hand flutter about their tkl spots tapping in one spot gently . . .

🍎 Will tease to no end. Lighthearted, mothering teases, cooing over his lee because they are just the cutest thing he’s ever seen <3

💛 Favorite way to tkl is with light kisses. Just softly smooching over a lee’s tummy, or charming them with a kiss on the fingers,, and then the palm, leaving them watching in horror as the tkly little smooches inch up their arm~

🍎 Can produce a gentle tkl sensation with their positivity magic. Standing near them gives gentle butterflies and light tingling to the skin. If they concentrate it, well. . .

💛 tkls is actually one of his favorite ways of spreading positivity! The happy laughter brings them not only extra strength, but a big smile as well :3

Lee !!

🍎 Oh Dream…oh Dream………

💛 CANNOT take what he dishes out. At all.

🍎 Honestly a somewhat bratty lee, they get very shy and defensive when it comes to receiving tkls

💛 Their laugh is quite obnoxious. . .hence the defensiveness. When out and about they give a dainty little giggle at best, but the real laugh is quite contagious and sputtery

🍎 Dream’s worst spots are his hips and elbows, though they very much enjoy gentle tkls on the back of their neck and under their chin.

💛 Gets a little dizzy after tkls,, the positive emotion he’s emitting makes things fuzzy for them/pos

🍎 Dream has an overall a neutral feeling when it comes to being lee, they feel vulnerable in that state and it may take them a bit to learn that it’s okay to be <3

That’s all my headcanons so far, and Just a note:

"Uuugghhhh! I can't take this anymore! I think my skull's gonna cave in from boredooommmm!!" He whined, dropping the knife and clawing at his wet eyesockets, only to flick the liquid excess away. Horror grimaced at the black drops staining Nightmare's carpet. Oh well. His eyes wandered back up to the fireplace, the warmth of flames making him tired. Killer noticed Horror's faraway look, leaning against the taller.

"Cmon Horror, you aren't fallin' asleep on me now, are ya?" He mused, jabbing his fingers into Horror's side lightly. To his delight, Horror jumped in surprise, his hand swatting Killer's away. "ooouuhhh~!" Killer teased. "Ya ticklish or sum?"

Horror's face warmed, giving Killer a look of exasperation. "No, your hands are cold, 'course I'm gonna jump." Unfortunately for him, he could tell by the look in Killer's empty sockets that he wasn't buying it. Quickly, Horror moved to stand up off the couch, only to be met with the sensation of Killer's cold hands squeezing into his hips. The taller skeleton yelped, collapsing back into the soft cushions and being trapped against the pillows by someone much smaller than him. Killer clambered his way onto the giant, continuing his attack by worming his icy weapons under Horror's shirt, digging his fingers into the soft ecto-sides. The taller skeleton couldn't help but chortle, squirming lightly as he fought against his teammate's hands.

"Kihihller!! Whahat the hell?!" He bubbled out, swatting blindly with one hand while the other rushed to hide his increasingly red face. Killer's attack didn't falter in the slightest, laughing along with Horror's surprisingly contagious snickers. He'd bring his hands down to pinch at the tall skeleton's hips, having to hold on securely because Horror would NOT feel bad if Killer was knocked off from his bucking. Nonetheless, he just stuck on like an evil little leech.

Dust tried his best to ignore them. Though he found his attention peeling from the game and over to the two every other second. Thankful for his hoodie hiding the increasing flush on his face. He didn't understand why he was getting so flustered... He's not ticklish. Like at all. Not in the slightest. He doesn't care about them at all, probably. He didn't know why the sound of the laughs made his face hot. Or why the thought of getting tickled made his face hotter. Or why the thought-

"Dust!" The hooded skeleton jolted out of his thoughts upon hearing his name, looking over to the two. He'd clear his suddenly dry throat now, attempting to sound nonchalant as he spoke.

"what do you want?-" His voice wavered. Shit. Killer would climb off of Horror and scoot over to Dust's side, leaning against him like a clingy cat.

"I asked if you wanted to help me!! Cmonnn, you aren't doing anything important!"

Dust glanced away quickly. No way. Nuh-uh, just thinking about their playing already bothered him, let alone actually partaking in it. He shook his head, much to Killer's disappointment. "no. 'm not gonna do that stupid baby-bones stuff. I'm busy with my pokémon save anyway."

Killer would puff up his cheeks with a huff before closing the Game Boy in Dust's hands. Thank goodness he recently saved. "Liar!! You weren't even playin' it!! You were completely spaced!! Why are you being so BORINGGGG!!!!!??????!?!?!" The tear-stained skeleton hugged his friend tight, shaking him lightly. If it had been any other time, any other place, it would have had no effect. But Dust jolted. Surprised by the touch, already on guard from the thought of tickles, he expected something else to happen. Cursing himself internally because with Killer, nothing goes unnoticed.

". . .Or maybe... you're just being so unfun because you're scared?"

"there's nothing to be scared of."

"You flustered over tickles? 'babybones stuff'...?"

"No."

"You saw me wreckin' Horror's shit and thought you were next, riiiighhtt~?"

"ITHOUGHTNOSUCHTHING."

All Killer had to do was poke his side, such a simple action, practically had Dust jump out of his nonexistent skin. The Game Boy flew off to God knows where, hopefully in one piece. Dust immediately had to fight at Killer's hands, already tittering nervously as he recited every swear word in the book. "FUHUHUCK!! NOHOO NO!!"

"I barely touched you yet!!! Horror, help me out here!!"

Upon having his name called, the half-napping skeleton sat up and looked over with a surprised smile. He went over and grabbed both of Dust's hands, lifting the very squirmy skeleton. "I didn't know he was ticklish." He muttered, lowering Dust back into his lap after he sat, a gentle hold on his smaller hands.

"I still don't even know if he really is yet, or if he's just really nervous... but moment of truth!!"

Killer held his hands above Dust's tummy, lowering them at a painstakingly slow rate. The latter kicked and wormed; it was almost concerning how he lost his composure so fast.

Almost.

Killer's hands landed on their target, squeezing and kneading gently to start. Dust let out a quiet squeal before it fell into very soft laughter. The other two looked down at him in amazement, Killer smiling wider and cooing down at the other.

"Awwhh!! You were so nervous for what? Your laugh is so cutesy, Dust bunny!~"

"Maybe that's what he was nervous about..."

Dust turned his face to his in his arm, a light purple flush scattered across his cheeks. He hated to admit that he was having fun, that he felt comfortable like this. It was embarrassing beyond belief. "shuhut uhuhup!! nyehehehe!-" he squeaked.

Killer pressed his fingers into the plush surface in a way similar to playing with slime. "And you're so squishy!!! I mean, I guess we all are to an extent, but you're the squishiest! Squish squish squuiisshhh!!" Dust had a daganropa-themed punishment for him after this.

Thankfully, since he had seemed nervous about it, Killer didn't plan to mess with him for long. Bringing his hands up to the sides of Dust's face for one final squish.

"smooooshhhh"

Dust leaned into Killer's left hand, hiding his face in their palm. Killer's mischievous expression melted into a more caring one, flopping onto his friend and sandwiching him between them and Horror. The taller of the three leaned back so they were all more comfortable.

The trio fell into a comforting silence, Dust asleep quickly from the combo of earlier excitement and the cozy environment. Horror well on his way, and Killer...

"was the closet always this dark?" Was the last thing sans could think before getting his world turned absolutely upside down.

The next thing he knew, he woke up in some strange kingdom, being led about left and right and taught new things. What started as trying to find workbooks for Toriel turned into a quest of meeting every odd and silly resident of Castletown. A small and particularly fluffy prince named Ralsei had lead him all the way through town, to where he was currently meeting the last- and most recent town-goer.

"𝐌𝐑. (𝓐𝓷𝓽) TENNA!!!" The CRT was introduced before Sans could ask. He took a few big bows before holding his large hand out to Sans. The small skeleton couldn't help the way his eyelights widened, rolling up to meet the taller's eyes…or lack thereof.

"sans..uh..sans the skeleton." He greeted back, wrapping a small gloved hand around one of Tenna's fingers for a shake. Jeez, this guy was big. "So, do I call ya Tenna? Cuz Ant doesn't fit someone as big as you, pal." He teased, bringing a hand back onto his hip. Tenna couldn't help but laugh.

"Just Tenna is fine, new friend!! My, you'd make a GREAT comedian, do you do stand up?" He asked curiously, still somewhat in business mode after his most recent show for Castletown.

Sans shook his head. "Nope," He shrugged. "Convenience store worker"

"CONVIENCE STORE??? Talk about wasted potential!!!" "ouch"

"How about this, you come work for me as a comedian, and I will pay you MUCH better than what you could possibly be making at some corner store!"

The skeleton stopped to think. Picking up a second job wouldn't hurt.. He and Papyrus could use the money as well, and he'd been doing jokes for a while now. "Eh…why not." He gave in, much to Tenna's delight. The TV host beamed brightly, a small flower blooming on his nose.

"Absolutely 𝓦𝓞𝓝𝓓𝓔𝓡𝓕𝓤𝓛!! Let's get you trained right away!!!" "trained??"

,,,

Sans sat before Tenna, sweating lightly. His jokes usually flowed out so naturally, and yet now he felt...nervous? Tenna could tell this wasn't the norm for him, a worried frown coming to his face. "Perhaps we should take a break then, let you loosen up a little!!" The last time Sans of all monsters was told to 'loosen up' was in high school. Major yikes.

The skeleton let out a soft sigh, scratching behind his back. "Sorry to disappoint, Tens. Guess 'm still a bit ditzed from this whole situation. y'know?" He muttered, slouching into the couch seat.

"Don't you mean a bit, ℝ𝔸𝕋𝕋𝕃𝔼𝔻?" The CRT mused, as if on cue, tapping his fingers against Sans' ribs.

Sans flinched, slight enough for Tenna not to catch on, with a small chuckle. His own hand was fighting the TV off in a weak manner. "Pffthehehe- y'sure yohou shouldn't do the stand up yourself?" He redirected, scooting away.

"While I'm so sure the crowd would love to constantly see my HANDSOME face, it'd be nice to have another person to work with!! I only came up with that joke on a mere whim!" Tenna prodded again, this time a bit lower.

sNRRK-

". . .Was that a snort~?"

"noho-"

At Sans' quick and shaky answer, Tenna continued his bullying, latching a clawed hand onto the skeleton's ribs and digging carefully. Without the thick jacket to protect him, Sans found himself wiggling and trying to fight back his embarrassing laugh.

"Come on now, don't be shy!! I'll tell jokes, and you laugh like the audience!! Then you can take notes from a professional, hah!" He teased. Another hand joined in, scribbling over his stomach. "Wow, for a skeleton, you have such a soft stomach!! I suppose you learn something new every day, hm?"

"ehecto-"

"What was that?-"

"ehehe- ehecto bohodheheEHE-" Sans cracked, not being able to resist the urge to correct the CRT. His laugh was giddier than he expected, bubbly even. Laced with soft snorts and even hiccups. Tenna took his hands away for a moment to clasp them together lovingly, cooing down at his ticklish little victim.

"How ꧁𝓐𝓓𝓞𝓡𝓐𝓑𝓛𝓔꧂ is that laugh, folks?!? MIKE!!, are you getting this??"

Just as Sans thought he could crawl away, Tenna's hands came back down. Dancing across his ribs in a melodic-like tapping. The poor skeleton turned his head back and forth, but didn't do much to fight back. Was he too lazy, or did he like being tickled? Who knows. He might not have even known himself, his brain too scrambled to think at the moment. Sans kicked at the other lightly, bringing his arms up to cover his now flushed face. He wasn't much of a fighter, to no one's surprise.

Tenna, however, took this a different way. "Looks like someone's having a 🦴𝕊𝕂𝔼𝕃𝔼-𝕋𝕆ℕ🦴 of fun!" Cue the studio laughter...from who knows where. "You're not even trying to escape! At least pretend to, for the audience!!"

"tohoho lahazy!-" Sans managed to squeak out. The CRT brought his hands down to a light scribble at the other's stomach again, his screen flickering for a moment. Of course, Sans couldn't help but look out of curiosity. He regretted it immediately.

Tenna's channels flicked through comical laughter, light tickles, feathers, makeup brush ads, and anything he could find. Whatever this was, it was a million times worse. Sans sputtered out a giggly plea, shutting his eyes but failing to shut out the sounds. His flush grew immensely, and he actually put a bit more effort into escaping. Tenna grinned.

"Seems like these specials are almost out of runtime. How about a 𝓖𝓡𝓐𝓝𝓓 𝓕𝓘𝓝𝓐𝓛𝓔 for our wonderful guest?" The Host chuckled, taking a deep breath. Much to Sans' dismay.

"nohohOHO NONONO WAIT- TENS-"

Without warning, Tenna stuck his screen directly onto Sans' stomach. Blowing the biggest raspberry he could, while his claws vibrated against his ribs. The static from his old screen buzzed tauntingly, sending sparks throughout the sensitive spot. And Sans screamed. It was such an uncharacteristic noise for him, and right after, followed by frantic giggles. He barely wiggled about, paralyzed by the tingling sensation electrifying his stomach.

"oHOHO JEHEEZ- TEHENNA!!-" He pleaded, throwing his head left and right.

"What's that? One more time? 🌟𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐄🌟!!!" Again, Tenna brought his screen down, holding as much breath as he could muster, before releasing all hell on the smaller. Sans' laughter went silent and wheezy, and he himself lay limp on the couch cushion.

Tenna sat up, smiling down warmly. "Well, that's all for now, don't want to kill my new comedian!" He teased, helping Sans sit up. The poor skeleton was still wheezing with a goofy smile on his face, wiping tears of mirth out of the corners of his eyesockets and fixing his disheveled cloak. "Jeheez...tahalk about intense trainin..ehe-"

"Hehehe- call it 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ kid!!! Have to make sure you're in 🆃🅸🅿🆃🅾🅿 shape!! After you clean up some, we should go see if the Lightners are around to meet you!"

"No fuckin' way!" Speak of the she-devil.

Sans froze at the voice, turning around to see his original guide, Ralsei, with who he could quickly recognize as Kris and Susie. The latter seemed to be amused, cackling and cracking jokes...but Kris... never had he seen that kid smile until now.

Stars, he hopes they wouldn't snitch to Toriel.

. . .

This was my very first tkl fic ever featuring two of my most beloved characters! I hope I did well, apologies if it came out unsatisfactory or if anyone seemed out of character- hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading! ^^