A/N- Last chapter, Sansa meets the Tyrells and how the turn tables have ;)

Margaery and Sansa had been dating for nearly four years. They graduated college and moved to Kings Landing- a compromise between each of their homes, and one of the few cities where they both got job offers following graduation.

Margaery proposed to Sansa one evening out of nowhere. They were spending a relaxed evening in their apartment and Sansa had come home late from a long day at work, mumbling a tired greeting to her girlfriend before disappearing into their bedroom and emerging moments later in short old pair of sleep shorts and a sorority t-shirt stolen from Margaery years ago.

When she came back into the kitchen, she wrapped her arms around the brunette from behind, fitting her head over Margaery's shoulder. She kissed the shorter girl on the cheek before peeking into the pot at Margaery's signature mac and cheese, letting out a low groan at the sight, "That looks heavenly, babe."

The Tyrell laughed indulgently, "Go sit at the counter, this will be done in a moment."

Sansa instead goes off to rifle through their wine collection, "Which goes better with mac and cheese? Red or white? Red, right?"

She turned around, selected bottle clutched in her hand to find Margaery looking at her with a peculiar expression. Her head cocked slightly to the side, her lips pursed before two words tumbled out, "Marry me?"

The bottle slipped from Sansa's hands and exploded against the tile floor. Red wine staining the white tiles, "What?" She whispered, but Margaery was already in overdrive, running out of the kitchen to find their mop.

"Don't move, you're not wearing shoes, and you might step on some glass!" She called out, emerging from the hallway with a mop and dustpan.

Sansa paid her no mind, taking shaky steps towards her girlfriend, "Did you really just-"
"Sansa! You're stepping in glass!"

The redhead drew up in front of Margery and put her hands on her shoulders, "Marge, what did you just ask me?"

A soft grin broke out across the shorter girl's face, the gentle one she reserved for Sansa alone, "I asked you to marry me." She said plainly, "Will you?"

"Yes." Sansa whispered, her voice full of awe, "Of course I'll marry you, Marge."

The Tyrell's grin was blown into a full cheek pinching smile. Sansa pulled her in for a kiss, her arms wrapping around her girlfriend's- fiancee's- waist and lifting her off the ground before promptly gasping and stumbling, nearly dropping Margaery. She set the brunette down and grasped the edge of the counter, "Fuck."

"I know, I can't believe I just did it out of the blue like this. I had a whole romantic plan, the ring is in the linen closet-"

"No Marge, 'fuck' there's glass in my foot."

The brunette's eyes blew open, "Sit down!" She practically lifted Sansa onto the counter herself, crossing to the sink to get a wet cloth and pull out their first aid kit, "I told you not to move, and you go and traipse across glass…" She trailed off. Sansa broke out laughing, scaring Margaery, "What? Did that hurt?"

"No." The redhead deflected quickly, "It's just we've been engaged for like three minutes and you're already nagging me."
Margaery quirked an eyebrow at her, lips quirking into a smirk, "And if you want to stay engaged, you'll learn better than to say I nag you."

She pressed her lips to the taller girl's in a quick kiss before setting to work, pulling the glass from Sansa's feet carefully, and bandaging them gently.

…

Two weeks later they went to High Garden. When Margaery had called her grandmother saying that she had some really big news, the Tyrell matriarch had cut her off immediately, "Tell me no more, come down to High Garden and we're throwing a party."

"You don't even know what the party is for, Grandma!"

"No, but I have a feeling it's going to deserve a party."

From the sound of her voice, Margaery had an inkling that her grandmother was smirking into the phone, she must had already guessed what the news was, "You'll be bringing Sansa of course?"

"Of course, Grandma."
"I'll make sure your brothers are there."

Margaery chuckled, she knew that despite all the Tyrell children being grown at this point, one word from their grandmother would have them all back to High Garden in a when Margaery pulled up the drive in front of the large family home, she saw the tell tale cars of her brothers parked outside.

They stepped out of the car and Sansa's face twisted in a frown.

"What's wrong, sweetling?" Margaery smiled.

"I hate High Garden and it's humidity." She groused, running hands through her frizzing hair.

"Nonsense, High Garden looks beautiful on you." The brunette beamed. She would never tire of seeing her girl in the place she grew up.

Sansa's frown turned playful as Margaery rounded the car to stand before her and fuss over Sansa's top and her hair, pressing a kiss to her pout. The taller girl's lips pulled up into a smile, "There you go. Absolutely perfect."

Sansa blushed and let Margaery take her hand and lead her up to the front door.

Garlan opened the door with a smile, "Margie!" He shouted, pulling her sister into a hug and spinning her around in a circle. Garlan was thirty years old and Margaery was twenty four, but he still treated his sister like she was the baby of the family. When he put Margaery down he turned to Sansa, "You must be Sansa." He grinned, it was wide and playful and neither girl expected the following comment of, "You really are beautiful. What are you doing with my baby sister?"

Sansa blushed under the compliment but Margaery glared, "You have a wife."

"Yeah, she's in the kitchen. She missed you at Christmas." Garlan dismissed, waving over his shoulder in the general direction of the hallway, "Anyway, come in gorgeous." He offered his hand to lead Sansa in the house, drawing her away from Margaery and down the hall to the kitchen where the rest of the Tyrells were gathered.

Loras was draped elegantly over a stool at a breakfast bar, Garlan's wife Leonette was tending to something on the stovetop, and Willas was seated beside Loras though much more stiffly.

"Marge!" Loras perked up, standing to embrace his twin sister and Sansa in turn, "You are so much more lovely that Marge described." He winked.

The brunette's eyebrows knit together in confusion, "What the fuck?" She whispered under her breath.

"It's wonderful to meet you." Leonette chipped in from the stove, "Margaery hasn't stopped talking about you, and I can see why." She said, scanning an appreciative gaze up and down the younger woman. Margaery's jaw dropped.

Loras and Garlan turned to stare at Willas, Loras clearing his throat pointedly. The oldest brother rolled his eyes and huffed as if under large strain, then pulled an index card from his pocket, "Sansa is even hotter than her fiery hair would suggest." He read with completely monotone, then grimaced in what Sansa suspected was supposed to be a smile.

Margaery finally twigged onto what her older brothers were doing, "Stop flirting with Sansa!" She finally glared, crossing her arms over her chest and just barely restraining herself from stomping her foot on the ground like she did when she was younger. She had a possessive streak a mile wide that, while fun to poke for a reaction (which usually lead to amazing sex for Sansa), could be dangerous if over provoked. Once she nearly punched a boy at a party because he started getting a little handsy with Sansa at a party- she slapped him instead.

"But Margie!" Loras protested.

"Don't call me Margie." She said shortly.

"Sansa's just too pretty, I can't restrain myself!"
The only warning that Loras got was a furrowed brow before Margaery was after him. It was the exact same look she would give him when he stole her dolls when they were children before launching herself at him. The two had always been thick as thieves, which lead to a lot of fighting when they were growing up. The most explosive of them being sophomore year of high school when Loras stole Margaery's boyfriend. She found out during cheerleading practice and didn't hesitate to tackle Loras. On the football field. In the middle of their practice.

They had to be pulled apart by a few of the team's linebackers, but not before Margaery gave her brother a black eye, Loras split her lip, and Margaery screamed out, "I don't care about Renly! For god's sake, I'm gay too. It's the principle of the thing, Loras!"

It was that fight that Loras flashed back to when Margaery stomped towards him with a vicious glare on her face, Loras threw his hands up in front of him in defense, "I can't control myself around such beauty!"

Margaery smacked him upside the head, "You're gay!"

"But I would change teams for her."

"Loras!"

Margaery and her twin were engaged in a catfight, the likes of which was a common sight at the Stark house when the kids were growing up, but if Sansa was honest she hadn't seen grown adults fight like this since Thanksgiving when Robb and Jon fought over the last slice of pie (that Arya ate while the boys wrestled in the living room). She fought to keep in a laugh, though Leonette did no such thing, chuckling at the twins' display.

Eventually Loras got the upperhand, his growth spurt in his junior year of high school finally unbalanced the field of their fights, and he still liked to exploit the half foot taller that he was than his sister. He pulled Margaery up over his shoulder and holding her in the air in an easy fireman's carry, "Loras, put me down!"

"No, I'm going to dump you outside the house so we can have Sansa all to ourselves!" He declared with a lopsided smirk that so perfectly matched Margaery's, it was clear they were twins.

At that moment Olenna Tyrell entered the kitchen, took one look at her grandchildren and sighed, "Loras, what on earth are you doing?"

"Just welcoming Marge, I missed her terribly." He said nonchalantly as though there was nothing out of the ordinary with him carrying his sister.

"He keeps flirting with my fiancee!"

"fiancee?" Loras and Garlan both exclaimed, Loras finally putting his twin down.

Margaery huffed, straightening out her hair and crossing the kitchen back to Sansa, placing a hand on her lower back posessively, "Yes, my wonderful fiancee Sansa." She practically bit out, teeth barred at her brothers, "That Loras must have conned these jackals into hitting on because of the story I told him about all of Sansa's siblings hitting on me."

Loras grinned wolfishly, "Guilty."

"I'd like to clarify that I'm not one of those jackals." Willas threw in from his position at the counter.

"My baby sister's getting married!" Garlan cut in, enveloping both Margaery and Sansa in a bear hug. After the initial congratulations from the Tyrell family, Olenna took her granddaughter aside with an easy, "Margaery, come help me grab the nice tea cups from the front room for brunch."

The brunette frowned the smallest bit, rocking up on her toes to press a parting kiss to Sansa's lips before following Olenna out of the kitchen. Once there, she watched as her grandmother opened the china cabinet and began pulling down cups, "Grab the vase off the table, the flowers will look good in the kitchen."

The youngest Tyrell crossed to the table and froze. There, beside the vase, fanned out was a pile of bridal magazines, "You knew." Margaery accused.

"She's a lovely girl, and it seems very clear that she makes you extremely happy."

"So you approve of her?" As independent and grown up as Margaery would like to think that she is, getting her grandmother's approval of Sansa was very important.

"If you didn't put a ring on that girl, I was about to." Olenna chuckled.

Margaery's eyes narrowed, "Mine."

"You never did grow out of your possessive phase, did you?"

For the first time in ages, Margaery blushed.

A/N- Let me know what you thought! I was late to the Margaery/Sansa pairing, but I am absolutely in love and looking forward to more in the future.