#mark/helly

[acc-de-lulu]

guys I made a meme video about the season finale 🥺

so maybe little spoilers for those who didn't watch the finale

[fiveroundliner]

| The product of love that we do not receive |

Helly/Helena x Mark edit

[sicksicksixx]

“i could not, with a razor to my throat, be less interested in being your family.”

[severance-posting]

From r/legaadviceofftopic.

[mintimoss]

helly r i love you

[xreaderwrites]

A Little More Time

Pairing: Mark S/Helly R

Summary: Mark and Helly scrape out a life together in the few minutes between now and never.

Tags: fluff, bittersweet, post-S2, it’s not a half-life to them

AN: the final was amazing I just had to write something

Words: 749 | AO3 | Masterlist

Mark gently entwines their fingers and tugs Helly away from the exit. They run. First he’s leading her but she moves so they’re side by side. He doesn’t know where they’re going or what they’ll do. All he knows is that he wants more time. Of this life. Of her. So he runs with her until she starts leading him. 

The path is familiar but he thinks he’s reading it wrong. Surely, they’d had enough of the dead today. But no, Helly leads him to the Perpetuity Wing. Her hand tightens around his when he hesitates. They sprint passed the statues, down the stairs, and a smile starts to curl around his mouth when they stumble out onto a lawn. Helly throws a smile at him over her shoulder and his heart does this full thing he isn’t sure how to handle. They slow to a walk by the time they reach the door. She turns on her heel towards him, her hands still tight in his.

“Honey,” she says and his heart cracks. “Let’s table the coupon talk for now.”

She quirks her eyebrow at him, a question. He nods, eager and excited. They can’t have forever, they probably can’t even have tomorrow, but they have right now. They have this house and each other. What more could he need after a life filled with fluorescents?

“Only if you agree there is no right way to cut coupons,” he says.

“We both know I won’t,” she says as she reaches behind herself and opens the door.

They stumble to the kitchen where their ideas for new dishware get wilder and wilder with every suggestion made. Helly teases him for always getting crumbs in the butter and he teases back about her leaving the every cupboard door open whenever she leaves the room. They fall on the couch and kiss in the living room. Mark promises to record her favourite show and Helly promises to pay full attention to whatever boring documentary catches his interest next. Things get heated on the way to the bedroom, more than a few figurines purposely knocked over on their way, but they do little more than explore. There’s no need to rush. They have all the time in the world to fuck and fight and make up and talk and banter and love and learn how to live a life out in the wide world. Together. Always together.

They end up on a window seat. Helly talks about the weather. How she can’t wait for the warmth to come but she doesn’t mind the need to curl up under blankets together. She speculates how harsh the summer will be, and what they’ll do to avoid the heat, or if they’ll seek it after a long winter. He doesn’t join in this time. He leans back and watches how the light brings out highlights in her hair he’s never been able to see before. How the differently angled light creates new shadows on her face.

“What is it?” she asks curiously, no bantering barb to be found.

“I love you,” he says. Breathes, really.

She softens. Her vulnerable edge has no need to hide behind a hard shell with just the two of them and she leans in to brush a kiss against his lips.

“I love you too.”

He glows as brightly as the sun.

They stop in the dining room only long enough for Helly to gleefully smash a goat-man statue and Mark its presumed demon spawn. Another sitting room later and Helly is sitting in his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. She’s gloating about how this handsome man in a suit managed to woo her in the middle of corporate hell and he’s gloating right back about how a woman’s furious determination changed his entire world. 

“And her beauty, of course,” he adds on to get a snort and light blush.

They’re debating how to redecorate the more boring paintings when it comes to an end. There’s nothing in the drawers, so nothing with any kind of ink, but Helly’s found some sort of decorative thing that should have a sharp enough edge to do what she wants when they hear footsteps pounding against the pavement. His heart drops. Helly steps closer, still wearing that brilliantly soft smile. She holds out her hand to him.

“Ten more minutes?” she asks.

He grins and grabs her hand.

“If that’s what it takes to get to the Equator.”

They run.

[birdisland]

Yeah I saw this development coming from a mile away. I knew Helly was going to jump Mark wanting to reclaim her body and experience what she had missed out on... and also make Helena miss out on some things.

She really is in love with him, isn't she?

I'm... glad it went well? I still ship Mark/Gemma but good for Helly... and them!

[anniecrestawhitestrips]

“mark/helly is endgame” “mark and gemma are canon” “burving is my fave i love old man yaoi”

okay cool remember when chris walken talked about ham? that was fun

[pleasedtowalkalone]

So, Gemma liked Mark when he looked like this

But Helly (and Helena) liked Mark when he looked like this

[gobliiine]

DORIAN IS SO HELLY R CODED!! ORYM IS SO MARK S CODED!!!! IDC IDC IDC

[fiveroundliner]

Mark/Helly in S2E1

There’s a moment, just after Helly is laughing at “it’s mushy.” Where Mark has picked up on Helly being jealous, and he stops and turns to her and kinda softly says “listen Helly.” But that’s when she freaks out about being the same as her outie. But what was he gonna say!!! It’s killing me because he was definitely gonna say that he liked her, you can even see his smile before he turns to her ahhhh it’s killing me

[sicksicksixx]

the way it looks like they’re emerging from the darkness into the world of the innies. the severed floor is a world, it’s an entire lifetime. it has meaning and value.

[eusebbius]

toxic yuri butchfemme mark/helly where we separately read about imark/helly imark/helena and omark/helena

[thewhoreinthian]

Had to do a Mark and Helly version too ❤️

[severance-posting]

Lyrics

And if the snow buries my My neighborhood

And if my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel From my window to yours Yeah, a tunnel From my window to yours

You climb out of the chimney And meet me in the middle The middle of the town And since there's no one else around We let our hair grow long And forget all we used to know Then our skin gets thicker From living out in the snow

You change all the lead Sleeping in my head As the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn

Then we tried to name our babies But we forgot all the names that The names we used to know But sometimes we remember our bedrooms And our parent's bedrooms And the bedrooms of our friends Then we think of our parents Well, what ever happened to them?

You change all the lead Sleeping in my head to gold As the day grows dim I hear you sing a golden hymn The song I've been trying to sing

Purify the colors, purify my mind Purify the colors, purify my mind And spread the ashes of the colors Over this heart of mine