Mark Gets His Turn - JustAFan1014 - Severance (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
I’ve really missed my triad. Here, after too long of a hiatus, is a new Mark/Helly/Gemma fic. Oh, yeah, it’s the one where Mark gets pegged!
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Severance Season 3’s “Terrific” Scripts Teased By Star As Apple TV’s Sci-Fi Hit Finally Gears Up To Begin Shooting
Adam Scott teases season 3 of Severance via ScreenRant
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Chapter 8 of Six Weeks After is now posted! Scoutie gets to know Helly R, but it doesn’t go very well.
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A Mark: Fanfic
Summary:
“Leave a mark.” The words are spoken with more clarity than any others have since they’ve been in the room.
He stopped his path for just long enough to look up into Helly’s eyes, his own pupils blown and breath panting.
She explained without being asked, “I want her to see.”
Helena felt a red hot surge fly through her body as if she’d been caught red handed as a voyeur. Which she supposed she had been. A stranger watching her own body.
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Helena finds something on her body after work and watches the footage to find out how it appeared, noticing all the differences between her and the other version of her.
(Also the MDR team talk about the idea of having nuts in your mouth)
Also available to read on A03!
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Helena repressed the shiver that crept up her spine as she stripped her work clothes from her body, removing her other persona piece by piece as each item landed in a heap on the stark white tile.
The spacious bathroom was already beginning to fill with steam as she continued to shed her second skin, letting out an exasperated huff as the small zip of her skirt caught halfway down. She clenched the sides of the item in her fists and forced the fabric past her hips, not caring in the slightest if it stretched or ripped. Lumon had ensured that she had a plentiful rotation of clothes ready for her daily work on the severed floor, layed out on another side of one of her closets like a uniform.
When Helena stepped into the scalding hot shower and felt the water pelting against her shoulder blades, she could finally breathe fully for the first time since the moment she had stepped foot into the elevator that morning.
She was always painfully aware how she couldn’t control anything that happened when she was down there. Hours of her day - of her life - no longer on her terms.
But this routine was always exactly the way she planned it. Water at the perfect temperature. Silence except for the sound of water hitting the tub with high pressure. Working from top to bottom to rid her body of every inch of that wretched place.
She first washed her hair, carting her slim fingers through the locks as she worked. Hair mask, shampoo, shampoo again, conditioner. She took care with applying each product, using her fingertips to massage her scalp, as if she could wash the inside as well as the out. She deftly avoided the small scar on purpose, knowing that touching it would only bring her attention back to exactly what she was trying to wash away.
Next, she opened the tin containing a clay mask and liberally spread it across her face, letting her eyes flutter closed. Whilst the mixture hardened, she turned her attention to the rest of her body, putting two pumps of shower gel onto a loofah and cataloguing the process as she went.
Neck. Wash softer than usual. Ignore the phantom pain.
Shoulders. Release the tension. Even if it’ll be back tomorrow.
Chest. Deep breath. In. Out.
Mark.
[[MORE]]A mark.
Helena blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the bluriness in her vision, as if it would clear the thick steam that surrounded her.
Her chin tilted down until it made contact with her collarbone, eyes squinting at the difference in her body.
There, on the inside of her right breast, was a circular red spot, deep ruby in the middle with a lighter halo surrounding it, ever so slightly darker than the shade of pink the rest of her body was becoming from the heat.
She brought up a hand to frantically rub it, teeth clenching as she willed it to disappear. Her perfectly manicured nails began to scratch the marred skin as she made herself ignore the dull ache it created.
Helena stepped out of the shower as quickly, feet barely drying on the plush bathmat before she snatched her black robe from the copper peg against the door, wrapping it around her and cinching the belt as tightly as she could with shaking hands.
She immediately called for remote access to the CCTV of the severed floor, wishing that she’d taken a single second to come up with a reason for her request other than the truth. Luckily, the technician on the other side of the line - she hadn’t bothered to learn his name - seemed to take a snappy reply of her not needing to provide an answer to see her own fucking body in the fucking building she owned as good enough. Helena tried not to feel satisfaction at the slight tremble she detected in his tone as he promised he’d send the video file over as soon as possible.
The minutes seemed to last a lifetime as her bare feet paced around the open room. She spent the time scraping the face mask off with a dry flannel, wincing as the exfoliating beads were sure to leave her skin inflamed and dry. Another way her innie had affected her body without even meaning to. The sheer idea made her chest flare and stomach drop simultaneously.
A ping from her desktop alerted her to the promised footage being sent her way.
She hurried over to her desk chair and collapsed into it, not caring that the droplets from her wet hair could marr the plush fabric.
Helena set the video to triple the speed, eager and antsy to find the moment she needed. She barely paid attention as each member of the MDR team arrived and sat at their respective places like dedicated worker bees.
Helena’s finger faltered on the device as she saw the group laughing together - all wide smiles and merriment and joviality. Something unknown squeezed in her chest but she paid it no mind, instead clicking the slider to the right once more, making the footage play out even faster.
The scene in front of her remained the same until over a period of two seconds flat, Mark and the other version of her stood together and made their way out of the room with hurried paces.
A hissed swear escaped as she rewound the tape, making the two return to their desks. If only it were truly that easy to control them. She pressed play once more, this time at a regular speed.
A feminine voice crackled through the monitor’s speakers. One that Helena knew wasn’t her own but also somehow was.
“Do we have any other snacks?”
Helena fought the urge to clench her fists. First thing Helena had heard this woman say and it already teemed of ungratefulness.
“Are the raisins not to your liking?” Irving’s innie asked, the pixels making up his head barely moving as he kept his eyes on the screen in front of him.
Helly shrugged, letting out a noise of indifference.
Helena felt her nose wrinkle in disgust at the response. Childish, immature. She’d never been allowed to reply like that to anyone, even when she was a child.
“One time, there was yogurt coated raisins,” Dylan added, talking almost wistfully.
Helly’s head rose above her divider at Dylan, reminding Helena of a meerkat, flighty and small, “That’s a thing?”
“Yeah. Like, white yogurt on each one. Seemed like a kids snack, but I guess they’re not. They wouldn’t bring kids in here.”
Helly nodded, “The little shits wouldn’t be good workers.”
“Also, child labour laws.” Mark said plainly, voice sardonic.
“Lumon doesn’t give a fuck about laws. It’s mostly because they’d be bad at figuring out the numbers.” Helly retorted, twisting a lock of hair around her finger.
“Lumon does certainly give a fuck about laws.” Irving added, aghast at the claim, “Kier would never-”
Helly raised her hands in front of her to stop the incoming story that was bought to occur.
As much as Helena knew they were opposites, she couldn’t help but feel the slightest relief that the two seemed to be on the same page about that. She didn’t want to hear this outsider butcher her family history.
“Look, I’ll listen to that story better when I have good snacks.” Helly gave a sympathetic smile to Irving to ensure that she wasn’t just cutting him off for the sake of it. He returned the smile, even giving a little nod in amusement.
All Helena got when she interrupted people was a look that seemed to say they were sorry to have tried to speak to her in the first place.
“Where are they kept?”
For the first time in the conversation, Mark spoke properly.
“Corridor to the kitchenette. Left, right, then another right. There’s a door to the kitchen stock room.”
Helly turned her chair away from the desk to face him, “You should come with me. What if one of the boxes is almonds? I don’t know what they look like.”
Mark looked over at her with a crease between his brows so pronounced that Helena could see it in the low resolution screen.
“They’d be labelled.” He said, voice flat. “Also I assume you wouldn’t just shovel unknown nuts in your mouth.”
Dylan’s left arm rose into the air, “Permission to make a ‘nuts in mouth’ joke.”
The three other refiners spoke in unison.
“Approved.” Helly said eagerly.
“Denied.” Mark and Irving chorused.
Helly frowned like a petulant child. “You guys are no fun.”
Barely a second went by before she spoke again. Helena wished she wouldn’t.
“What if, I don’t know, just the smell of them makes me stop breathing or something?”
Mark was quick to answer, "Then you shouldn’t go in there at all?”
Helly sighed, seemingly frustrated with the back and forth.
“I want snacks. And I want you to come with me to get them. Okay?” There was a clipped tone behind the words.
Mark finally fully tore his attention away from his monitor, scanning Helly’s face.
Helena held her breath as the two characters simply stared at each other, fraught with tension and intrigue. It infuriated her that she couldn’t understand this secret language that she was technically a part of.
“Fine.” Mark concluded, the word meant to be short and curt but instead sounded nothing of the sort.
Helly grinned impishly and practically shot out of her chair.
Helena felt her stomach churn.
Mark led the way towards the kitchenette, his coworker hot on his heels. Helena felt as though she looked like a desperate puppy or an overly attached child. Both were as embarrassing as each other, but when Mark looked over his shoulder, he was seemingly amused by the antics.
Helena scoffed. A man’s standards must truly be low to entertain this. She supposed that’s what happened when the workers in there didn’t know anyone else. Slim pickings and this brat jumped to the top of the list.
The loud clicking of the mouse was the only sound in her room as Helena changed cameras to follow the two as they walked. After the right turn, Helly sped up to be parallel with her boss, the two bodies close in the narrow corridor. The backs of their hands brushed, once, twice, and after the third time, Helly moved hers to press their palms together instead, linking their fingers.
The two reached the correct door, but Helly gently tugged on Mark’s hand, silently inviting him to keep moving.
Helena felt as confused as Mark looked as she continued to watch, her heart rate beginning to accelerate as she sat stiffly.
The innies walked hand in hand until they reached an open door that led to a small, empty board room, bare tables pushed up against the far wall.
As Helly closed the door behind them, Helena flicked through the four cameras operating in the space, looking for the best angle.
“I, uh, thought you wanted snacks.” Mark said lamely, stuffing his hands into his pockets then immediately taking them back out again.
Helena thought he looked stupid and foolish.
Helly stepped closer and held his fidgeting hands in hers.
“I’m not hungry for snacks.” She replied, her voice low.
Helena pressed a cold hand to her forehead, rubbing the tight skin there. She knew how the severance procedure worked, inside and out, but there were moments that she couldn’t fathom that this creature had the same brain as her.
The man on screen seemed equal parts intrigued and confused. “Are you… saying you’re hungry for something else?”
Helena wanted to bash her head against the wall.
Helly pushed Mark against the wall instead.
With all of the confidence of someone who had never even thought of the experience of rejection, Helly stepped into Mark’s space and pressed her lips against his.
Helena’s breath caught as she watched. She was desperate to turn her gaze away, but instead her body leaned in.
Helly’s hands rose to Mark’s face, framing it in her palms. The movement seemed to kick the man into gear as he hesitantly put a hand on each hip, barely making contact.
The kiss soon went from looking like two children having their first illusion of love on the playground to teenagers exploring each other’s bodies for the first time. Their chests were pressed together as closely as they could possibly be, Mark’s arms fully wrapped around Helly’s midsection, holding her as if she could be pulled away at any moment.
Helena wished she could’ve initiated the Glasgow block right then, just to show him that his precious Helly could be dragged away whenever anyone pleased, regardless of how he tried.
The woman in question had moved one of her hands into his hair, moving the fingers through it languidly as their mouths worked together, only ever parting for fleeting seconds before finding each other again.
Helena moved so close to the screen that she could see her own irises in the reflection. She watched this part of her move with such confidence and sexuality, and was equal measures embarrassed and enthralled. She never knew she was capable of doing this. Of taking charge in a way completely unrelated to the board room. Of chasing her fantasies instead of keeping them tucked away deep in the recesses of her mind.
Of making a man let out a noise like Mark just had.
Said noise seemed to have activated something in him as he began walking Helly backwards, never once disconnecting any part of them. As if it would kill them.
Helena wished that she could kill them.
When the backs of Helly’s thighs hit a table edge, Mark replaced the hard line with his hands, seamlessly lifting her up, ushering her onto the surface and stepping into the gap between her knees.
Helena’s breath caught.
Helly’s breath came out as a chuckle.
“What?” Mark asked as he pulled a few inches away, his voice raspy and small.
She shook her head, still amused, “Didn’t expect you to be so smooth.”
Mark’s arms hung limply at his sides, his face looking down at their chests, both breathily heavily.
“I don’t know- I just-”
Helena almost felt glad for his pathetic rambling. If it made the inside version of her feel at all as put off as it did her, then maybe this whole nightmare would be over soon. As if she didn’t have evidence on her body that that wasn’t the case.
Mark continued, the words spilling out, “You took control so I wanted to-”
To her dismay, Helly placed a thin finger under his chin, tilting his head up to make him look at her. She waited until his dark eyes were fully focused on hers before she spoke.
“It was hot.”
Helena swallowed thickly.
The affirmation spurred Mark on, his whole demeanor transforming. His hands confidently ran up Helly’s sides as he leaned in, leaving only a hair’s breadth between them.
“You think I’m hot?”
Helly pulled back ever so slightly, revelling in the teasing as she wrinkled her nose playfully, “I said the move was. Don’t start getting a big head there, buddy-”
He chased after her, as if their lips had a magnetic force that couldn’t be helped.
“You think your boss is hot,” he continued, ignoring her rebuttal, “I think that goes against the handbook guideli-”
Quick as a whip, Helly grabbed his tie and crushed his mouth to hers in order to silence him. The resulting moan he let out showed that he didn’t mind losing this argument.
Helena had never come even close to losing an argument.
She watched on helplessly as Helly wrapped her legs - her legs - around Mark’s lower half. She hooked her feet together, one sensible shoe falling to the ground, the loud thud making Helena flinch in the silence of her house. Neither of the participants even noticed.
Helena zoomed in on the footage, her own mouth opening as Helly’s did to brush her tongue against Mark’s. She felt her skin prickle, having no idea whether it was from being uncomfortable or from being-
She abstractly thought about Seth barging into the room, catching the two and sending them both to the break room to atone for their sins for hours on end.
At the bottom of the screen, slim fingers made contact with Mark’s top shirt button. They trembled just as Helena’s had earlier. Helly’s hands followed the line of buttons down his chest, undoing each one.
Helena zoomed back out to see the whole scene once more, cursing the blush that she felt creeping up at seeing a man’s chest slowly being uncovered, despite how unremarkable it seemed to her.
Helly, however, seemed to be incredibly enthralled by the sight, pressing her hands flat against Mark’s chest and slowly moving them down his torso, exploring the sensation.
Mark opened his mouth to speak, a small groan making it’s presence known first as Helly experimented with lightly dragging her nails against the skin.
“Can I…” he breathed, “do the same?”
Helly hummed, “Was hoping you would.”
She tore her hands away from Mark as he placed his at the bottom of her thin sweater, slowly lifting it above her head. Her hair was mussed and staticky as the material came off.
Helena had an urge to smooth her hair down.
Mark did it instead. More gently than she would’ve done.
Once the hair was sufficiently tamed - for now - he moved his attention down to the skin he had just uncovered, his hands gently placed atop her bare shoulders.
Helena brought her arms around her defensively, even as she was alone and covered by a thick robe.
Helly leant back with her palms on the table behind her, tilting her chin upwards, proud and defiant.
Mark took the opportunity to properly rake his eyes up and down her front, then did it again, like he couldn’t believe the image in front of him.
“You’re beautiful.” He whispered reverently.
Helena knew that no man had ever said that to her.
Helly let out an undignified scoff.
Helena hated that it was another thing that she was ungrateful for.
“Of course you’re going to say that about the first pair of tits you see,” Helly teased, moving her hands to his sides to bring him back to her, the magnets having been apart for too long.
Mark moved his hands to her upper arms, gently pushing her back to where he could see her better, “I mean it. You’re-”
She rolled her eyes, “Right, well, you can mean it and still keep going, you-”
The words fell away as his lips instead found purchase on her neck, a loud gasp leaving her instead.
Mark must’ve asked something unheard by the microphones because Helly nodded quickly, whispering “yes, obviously”.
His mouth began to move down inch by inch, trailing kisses down her neck, to her collarbone, then down her chest, pausing at the nude cup of her bra.
“Leave a mark.” The words were spoken with more clarity than any others had since they’d been in the room.
He stopped his path for just long enough to look up into Helly’s eyes, his own pupils blown and breath panting.
She explained without being asked, “I want her to see.”
Helena felt a red hot surge fly through her body as if she’d been caught red handed as a voyeur. Which she supposed she had been. A stranger watching her own body.
Mark, ever the good worker, did exactly as he was told. Helly relished in it, throwing her head back with a loud, unabashed moan.
Helena quickly paused the footage, her own breaths coming hard and fast as if she’d been the one in the room.
She pressed the blooming bruise on her breast.
She had been the one in the room.
And she hadn’t.
But she could be.
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My first fic for this fandom and I don’t anticipate it being the last because these characters will not leave me alone
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Ever wonder what happens when two top tier yearners write dubcon? @purplecadet and myself try to answer that! Check out our new fic, Woe, where Mark S. has his first waffle party and becomes smitten with the innie who plays the temper Woe—Helly R.
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Mark helps a disoriented stranger and winds up missing his press conference with the princess.
the second chapter of my markhelly roman holiday AU is up now!
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“i’ll find you in every universe”
boring. done already.
“somehow, for some reason, every conceptual version of me, always seeks out every conceptual version of you. it’s like my memory fights to be with someone i’ve seemingly never met.”
beautiful. original. describes how love is what makes people more than a step in the evolutionary processes. you can’t harvest a human because at every level on conciseness they know other human beings are more important than whatever lie you’ve feed them.
also it has won emmys.
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“helly and mark ar just friends to me they don’t have any tension.”
i literally don’t know what you want me to say because they literally fucked under a table while on the clock like wwhat do you want from me
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🎆 THE COUNTDOWN IS OVER 🎆
Will the truth of their identities drive Mark and Helena apart or bring them even closer?
Chapter Three of our New Year collab outlined by me and written by the brilliant purifyingwrite is out now!!! Featuring special artworks by @delphines and @keelycassavetes 👀
https://archiveofourown.org/works/76249516/chapters/205513706
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Chapter 3 of Six Weeks After is now posted, featuring a yearning Mark, a sad Helena, and a rightfully pissed off Gemma
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i hope you’re already obsessed with Scapegoat as i am, but if you haven’t had the pleasure of reading it, don’t hesitate to do it ASAP, this is a masterpiece by my dear friend @imliketheheadofthecompany
latest chapter got me 🥹❤️🩹 link:
https://archiveofourown.org/works/72824376/chapters/189705306
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Love Me or Hate Me
Rating: E
Multichap, non-severed omarkhelena AU
Summary: For the second time in less than a year, future CEO Mark Scout is making headlines for all the wrong reasons. He attempts to recover from his public disgrace, only to stumble into a chance encounter with his greatest rival that has the power to ruin him forever.
I started this fic with the intention of posting it for the markhelly week prompt “rivals” but I got a little distracted along the way so, here we are six months later :’) hope you enjoy! <3
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My sister’s initial reaction to markhelly was “they’re cute but” and I braced myself thinking I’d lost her but then she followed it up with “she’s way more good looking than him and it’s throwing me off” and I was like you know what that’s fair.
