#sanley

[winxixia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Beauty and the Beast (2017) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: LeFou/Stanley (Disney: Beauty and the Beast) Characters: Lefou, Gaston, Stanley, Tom, Dick

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Marley/Santana/Rachel - wearing each other's clothes

It’s not like Marley’s wardrobe is too much different than Rachel’s. Santana makes fun of her for it, but thankfully, neither she nor Rachel take too much offense.

Still, the day Marley showed up at McKinley wearing one of Santana’s dresses, she hadn’t heard the last of it. “Stop,” she’d protested, doing her best to ignore Kitty and Unique’s comments, basically biding her time until she could go home and Skype her girlfriends, “It was an accident, okay?”

“Accident,” Santana snorted later that day, too busy leering and giving Marley bedroom eyes to truly listen to her, “More like showing your true hotness, damn, honey!”

Marley pinked. “I miss you too, Santana.”

"Just as much as I miss you both," Rachel sighed, smiling at her, then moving her eyes to the small square Santana took up on her screen, "So when am I going to get my hands on one of your dresses?”

Santana laughed. “Just as soon as you admit my style’s hot as shit and you’s want in on it.” Plush lips smirking, she reached forward, fingers brushing against the webcam. “Have I told you guys how hot it is when you emulate me?”

"No, but you don’t really have to." Rachel shook her head. She grinned. "You’re going to continue lying that you don’t have one of my sweaters hidden in your dorm room, aren’t you? And you, Marley,” Rachel looked at her again, “You too, hmm?”

"Hey, I like your reindeer sweater!” Laughing, beaming, Marley shook her head, “Not going to give it up!”

“Good,” Santana cut in, “Make it yours, baby! Keep it away from Rache!”

Shaking her head again, Rachel smirked. “You’re only saying that because you have my Scottish Terrier sweater.”

Santana hissed. She clucked her tongue, sniffing, “I plead the fifth.”

Enjoying the faux-argument going on in front of her, Marley still butted in when both of her girlfriends slowed down, “Hey, what do you two have of mine?” She smiled, biting her lower lip, “I mean, you have articles of my clothing, right?”

Rachel and Santana looked at her, Rachel’s turn to have pink growing on her cheeks. “I, uhm,” she cleared her throat, looking down before meeting Marley’s eyes again, “I have one of your sweatshirts. I even wore it yesterday.”

"And I,” Santana drawled, smiling beatifically, cheeks dimpling, “Stole one of your skirts.”

"You did?” Marley laughed, too happy to even pretend to be upset, “Oh, Santana…”

"Yeah, yeah." Waving her hand in the air, Santana grinned. "A week until we see each other, right?"

Rachel smiled, eyes glittering. “A week.”

Sitting back in her chair, Marley nodded, smiling shyly as she idly adjusted the hem of Santana’s dress along her thighs. “A week,” she agreed, “Though too long, hmm, that is.”

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Marley/Santana - asking out on a date

It’s not like Santana hadn’t expected it. She’d seen the younger girl’s looks and stares, as well as the way her body had tensed whenever Santana’d leaned in, so when she’d grabbed Santana’s hand, stopping her from leaving the choir room and her line of sight altogether, Santana waited. “Mmm?” she drew out, raising her eyebrow.

Marley swallowed. “Santana,” she started lowly, then poured steel into her spine, standing up straight as she firmed her voice, “I’ve heard you like Breadstix.”

"Yeah?" Santana shook her head. "It’s the Sugar Shack now, so?"

Marley looked down, as if she’d forgotten that knowledge. Still, “I’ve heard it’s the same chefs, so, let me… Do you want to go out to dinner tonight? I mean, you’ve helped me. It’s the least I can do.”

Thinking about making it harder for her, Santana gave in when she realized just how unsure the girl was. “Alright,” she nodded, smirking a little, squeezing her hand, “But you’re paying. Santana Lopez never pays.”

Marley’s wide, effulgent smile was all she needed to know she hadn’t made a mistake. “Great!” the girl grinned, nodding, only pulling her hand back when someone entered the choir room, stepping away but still pausing to say over her shoulder, “See you at eight?”

Santana gave her a wave, fingers calmly flexing in the air. “Wouldn’t miss it,” she called after her, still smirking as she turned, picking up the sheet music they’d been working on. “’Specially since I know for a fact they still have breadsticks,” she hummed, tucking the papers under her arm and tapping her fingernails against them, ”Yes… Breadsticks and a hot girl… My kind of night.”

[promptly-sebtana]

Text || Marlana

Santana: I need you.

Santana: And I need you to swear to secrecy, and understanding.

Santana: Even if you don't get it.

Santana gulps.: I... don't really have anyone else...

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Santana/Marley - sharing a pillow

Marley could barely breathe. Santana was warm against her back.

Too warm.

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Santana/Marley - hugs

Marley saw Santana off at the airport. Even when Brittany and Sam and Quinn and the others had already dissolved back into the bustle of the Cleveland airport, Marley stayed just before the security gate.

Santana raised an eyebrow. “Well?” she rested her hand on her hip, “Gonna say goodbye?”

The younger girl looked up from the floor. Her lips quirked up hesitantly. “I…” she trailed off.

Santana rolled her eyes, smirking. “Yeah, yeah, I got it. I’m too fricken’ awesome you don’t know what to do. So. Come here.” She raised her arms, “Hmm, Rose?”

Laughing, Marley hugged her.

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santana/marley - first kiss

“So I hear you’re still not taking care of yourself.”

Looking down, Marley swallowed.

Santana nudged her chin back up.

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Santana/Marley - kids

“You’re gonna owe me big for this.”

Laughing at her girlfriend weighed down by her three-year-old cousins, Marley kissed her.