Work must be either focused on a sapphic pair or character (canon sexuality, gender, etc. doesnāt matter).
Every kind of content is allowed as long as itās properly tagged.
No AI to be used at all. It is not a fan work if it isnāt created by a fan.
All types of fanworks included! I will reblog the dayās works on here and there is a collection on ao3.
FAQs:
Is this a fanfiction event only?
Nope. Any kind of fanworks will be greatly appreciated.
Do I need to share something every day?
Also no. Itās whatever grabs your fancy.
Is NSFW allowed?
Any kind or genre of work is welcome as long as it's appropriately tagged.
Collection/Tags
AO3 Collection -
Sapphic_Severance_Week_2026 (saphsevwk26) link
Tumblr Tag -
#saphsevweek26
I will be going through the tag at the end of every day of the event and reblogging any new posts :)
Please feel free to post on other sites like X or Bluesky! I do not have an account on any other sites so I cannot do the equivalent of a reblog but I see no need to restrict it if you do.
For any questions, please feel free to send an ask or dm.
Text version of prompts under the cut.
MEMO
ATTENTION: ALL EMPLOYEES
Day One - Reintegration
Day Two - Chip Malfunction (Accidental - or Seemingly Accidental - OTC/Glasgow Block Situation)
Day Three - One Person Feeding or Cooking for the Other
i love your projection (but i don't love you) [AO3] - helena/cobel, sapphic severance week day 2: chip malfunction. helena finds herself in harmony's office on the severed floor. featuring: bodily ailments as kink technology (again), fingers in mouth (also again)
rated E, 2k words
It feels like a long time before Harmony looks up at her again. That long look again, eyes dragging down from face to chest and lowerālike a physical thing, like it could snag on the fabric of her dress. Harmony makes a tch sound, almost maternal. āJust a little longer, all right?ā Faux sympathy. The shaking of Helenaās knees must be visible now, and Harmony could offer her a chair.
The denial of it, as if she never even considered the possibility, feels like a lump in Helenaās throat, a burning heat under her skin. She hates Harmony for it, and yet to sit now would feel like cheatingāanticlimactic, a failure. She wants to endure. To be pure, to be good.
having fun w/ āfake datingā coghabi but life is busy so. here is a little bit of it below the line. For Fun
Reghabi hangs her jacket up by the door and considers. Then, smiling, pulls out her phone:
what are you wearing?
She tucks it into her pocket and moves further into the apartment, halting a minute later when her phone buzzes.
One word:
Don't
She can't help but smile.
ā¦to dinner. christ
The response comes faster this time:
Hadn't thought about it. I assume we can't go in our work clothes?
She chuckles.
okay, I'm going to send you a picture of my outfit to give you an idea. do with it what you will
She tugs her scarf to lay evenly thrown around her shoulders, casual and flattering over the dark turtleneck she's picked for the occasion. Snaps a picture, deems it suitable, and sends it off. It's timestamped 7:30. An hour passes without a response. At 8:35, she can't help herself:
no thoughts?
Almost instantly, Cobel sends a thumbs up emoji in reply.
Reghabi shakes her head. Her colleagueās outfit for the night will just have to remain a mystery, then. Hope she doesnāt expect to match.
Look for me another day - I feel that I could change, I feel that I could change.
Thereās a sudden joy thatās like a fish, a moving light - I thought I saw it.
Ā - - -
Set a few years after S2 canon events, a divorced Devon and reintegrating Helena have a chance encounter that leads to Devon taking Helena in.
delete the kisses at the end [AO3] - devon/gemma, grief and also reminiscing about how you kinda slept with your brother's wife and then she died. for @sapphic-severance-week day 5: guilt
rated M, 1k words
Devon sits at the diner for a long time after Mark storms out. Her coffee gets cold, and the waitress asks if she wants anything else. And honestly, she is hungry, despite it all, and breastfeeding, as Ricken frequently reminds her, requires extra calories. She orders a waffle. While waiting for it to arrive, she drinks her cold coffee. It tastes like shit.
Gemma took cream and sugar in her coffee, Devon remembers. Just a bit of each, but it made all the difference, she would say. She wouldnāt drink it black.
When sheās done with her own coffee, she grabs Markās cold mug from across the table, and starts on that too. Abandoned, a.k.a.: free for the taking.
The first thing Devon saw when she entered the room was Eleanor sitting happily in her wooden high chair, fists and face covered in bright green gloop as she playfully kicked her legs, one white sock already slipping off her foot.
The second thing was Helena Eagan, blowing out a frustrated breath as she poked at a frying pan with a spatula, eyes glaring like whatever was in said pan was betraying her.
"What'sā¦ happening here?" Devon asked as she approached the scene, cataloguing the chaos.
---
Helena tries to make breakfast. Devon teases her about it. Eleanor loves avocados.
Written for Sapphic Severance Week 2026 Day Three - One Person Feeding or Cooking for the Other
Also available to read on AO3!
~~~~~
Ever since becoming a mother, it wasn't often that Devon woke to something other than the sound of her daughter fussing. She'd almost grown accustomed to the noise coming from the small cot on her right being her alarm clock every single morning.
Which is why when she didn't hear it, alarm bells rung out in her head instead.
She sat upright in her bed, the light covers falling down to expose her nude chest to the cool air. She spent most of her time at home being topless due to being an on-demand, always-open milk bar for Eleanor, but as she saw the expensive leather overnight bag on the floor in the corner of the room, she remembered how there were two reasons for it this time and couldn't help breaking into a sly grin.
Which slipped when she saw that the cot was empty.
Devon reached for her pink nightgown that lay on the floor - she hated the bright colour, but it was a baby shower gift and, damn it, the thing was comfortable - and wrapped it loosely around her as she headed out of the bedroom.
She heard sounds coming from the kitchen - soft footfalls, distant baby babbles, somethingā¦ frying?
The first thing Devon saw when she entered the room was Eleanor sitting happily in her wooden high chair, fists and face covered in bright green gloop as she playfully kicked her legs, one white sock already slipping off her foot.
The second thing was Helena Eagan, blowing out a frustrated breath as she poked at a frying pan with a spatula, eyes glaring like whatever was in said pan was betraying her.
"What'sā¦ happening here?" Devon asked as she approached the scene, cataloguing the chaos.
She had no idea how she'd slept through Helena getting up - probably due to a mix of Eleanor's sleep regression and Helena's own way of keeping her up late last night - but she must've been busy for at least an hour.
Six eggshells littered the counter, along with dotted mounds of flour, three different mixing bowls (Devon didn't even know where the grey one had come from), the skins of two avocados, two pieces of anemic toast on a plate each and what she assumed was most of the silverware she owned.
Helena turned, a smattering of flour dusting her maroon turtleneck. (Devon tried not to feel upset that she'd already gotten fully dressed.) Her expression was that of someone well and truly out of their depth as she brushed her hands on her dark trousers.
"Myā¦ first thought was pancakes." Helena said, as if that was a typical way to start a conversation. Her voice had none of the confidence that it was usually laced with, and instead sounded slightly raspy due to the early hour. Devon ignored how the change made her stomach flip.
"Right," Devon replied, getting close enough to Eleanor to wiggle her fingers against her daughter's soles, the girl in question giggling at the feeling.
"But they didn't come out as I expected, so I instead settled on avocado toast." Helena continued as she watched the mother and daughter play.
"Ah," Devon drew out the sound, "Like a true millennial."
Helena's eyebrows furrowed at that, and Devon tried not to think about how she wanted to smooth out the crease between them with her thumb.
She shook her head, a few curly tendrils falling out of her bun, "Never mind. Stupid joke. So the toast didn't go well?"
Helena glared at her, though there was no malice at all behind it, "I can make toast."
Devon suspected that there was evidence saying otherwise already hidden in the bin considering the burnt smell lingering in the house, but didn't have a chance to say so as Helena kept explaining.
"I wanted to do poached eggs for the top-"
"For me?" It was low hanging fruit but Devon couldn't help but grasp it.
Helena barreled on through like she hadn't heard the intrusion, "But they didn't work. So I then tried fried, but I broke one of the yolks, so now it's scrambled."
Devon hoped that she didn't look as amused as she did at the idea of the next CEO of one of the biggest companies in the world fucking up the concept of cooked eggs so badly.
Helena frowned, gesturing to the pink plate in front of Eleanor, "Her food's easier."
Eleanor's hand grasped another handful of smashed avocado and happily stuffed it into her mouth.
Devon never expected Helena to be so affectionate with a child. She'd originally arranged for her only to come over on days where Ricken was meant to have her.
She'd almost cancelled on her the first time that the plans fell through hours prior - Ricken stating that he just had to go to a conference to advertise his new book, the one promoting the severance procedure, as if it hadn't fucked up his brother-in-law's entire life - but she was glad she didn't as soon as she saw how Helena's eyes lit up at the sight of the toddler in her arms when she answered the door. Sure, them sitting together on the sofa and watching a disney movie with a toddler between them was not how Devon thought most friends with benefits spent their evenings, but she'd definitely enjoyed it. Especially when she'd caught Helena mouthing along to the lyrics.
The next time she came over, Helena offered the tiny plushie of Eleanor's favourite animal from the film in her hands like it was the most casual thing in the world, almost seeming disheartened when Devon told her that she was at her dad's. Devon had taken it from her hands and placed it gingerly on the table before ferociously capturing Helena's lips with her own, determined to say thank you and make her feel better all at once.
"I mean her diet mostly comes from my tits, so the bar is low," Devon said, relishing in how Helena's cheeks began to flush as she had predicted, even though she had seen the tits in question countless times by now. Flustering the posh, rich girl was exactly how she'd got into this situation, and it still remained one of her favourite pastimes.
"I- yes." Helena said, looking down at the floor, her bare feet stark against it, "I just know that you're up early most mornings, so I wanted to help you."
Devon took a few steps closer to her, hearing her intake of breath when she was only centimetres away. It was too difficult to be sincere, to earnestly say thank you, to say that she'd been more considerate as herā¦ whatever they were than her husband had been for years.
"And you forgot that you didn't know how to cook?" Devon teased. Teasing was always easier.
Helena looked up at her, then looked away again, "Iā¦ don't know how to justify why I don't know how to cook without you making fun of me."
Devon hummed, pretending to be deep in thought, "You grew up with servants cooking everything you ever wanted for you in your mansion so you never had to learn?"
There was a time where a joke like that would've stung, but now Helena can just purse her lips, glaring playfully until Devon backs down. She never does.
"Yes, that's the general gist of it." She replied, turning back to the stove to prove that she was trying to change, just like many other aspects of her life. It was a common topic they'd talk about as they both lay together in bed (always in Devon's, never in Helena's), how Helena could change the parts of her she didn't like without having to change everything.
Devon moved with her, slinging her bare arms around Helena's waist, raising up slightly to rest her head on her shoulder.
"I can teach you." She said quietly into the shell of her ear, delighted at the shiver it produced, "I had to teach Mark."
She couldn't see Helena's face but she knew it was one of displeasure, "Please don't compare me to your brother." They often avoided the topic of Mark, neither of them knowing where to begin. It worked for them both. For now.
"Fair," Devon acquiesed, "It'll be better with you. Because I can do this." She pressed a feather light kiss on the back of her neck, the skin bare due to her hair being up.
As if she had flicked a secret switch, Helena instantly turned in her arms, wrapping them around Devon's neck and kissing her softly.
It's the first time in a while that Devon has burned food.
She doesn't care.
~~~~~
I don't know if I'm the only one on the Hellyna/Devon train but my god has it left the station at full speed
"Gemma should have been the last person who would do so. She, who had lost the most, should have been the least willing to give Helly a safe harbor, but here they both were."
for Sapphic Severance Week Day Three: One Person Feeding or Cooking for the Other
"I knew that kissing was a thing and how to do it, but I didn't think about actually doing it until-" She trailed off, feeling awkward about the idea of mentioning to Devon how she'd kissed - then fucked - her brother. A version of her brother, at least. "So. Yeah. I know women can date women. But I forgot that until you just said it."
Devon hummed as she readjusted Eleanor's head, "Explains why you think Mark's hot. You thought he was the only option."
Helly wasn't sure whether to laugh or wince at that.
--
Devon helps a newly-reintegrating Helly figure out what sexuality and comphet are
Written for the Sapphic Severance Week 2026 Day One prompt - Reintegration
Also available to read on AO3!
~~~~~
When Helly opened her eyes, the first thing she noticed was that she wasn't in the elevator going to the severed floor.
Her eyes frantically searched around her surroundings as her heart pounded in her chest. Dark, wood panelled walls instead of white. Warm lighting instead of cold. A room cluttered with comfortable furniture instead of just the essentials.
It was all different except for one constant.
"You're okay," Mark said carefully, holding out his hands in front of him as if he was trying to tame a wild animal.
"What the hell?" Helly felt the tremble in her voice.
"You're at a birthing cabin, it's owned by Lumon butā¦"
Mark's voice faded into the background as Helly kept raking her gaze around the new environment. She lingered on the fireplace for a moment, enthralled by the flames flickering and the wood crackling. It seemed she wasn't the only person that enjoyed the warmth. Someone was sitting on the brown leather couch in front of it, holding a bundle of cream blankets. Thatā¦ moved?
"Holy shit, it's so small."
The woman looked up from her phone upon hearing a voice behind her, smiling warmly. The baby in her arms wriggled at the movement, a little bit more of her tiny, wrinkled face being exposed.
"Sorry, that's probably a weird thing to say," Helly placed her hands together in front of her, fiddling with her fingers, "I've never seen a baby before."
"It's cool," the other woman replied calmly, her face kind and showing slight curiosity, "I thought the same when she came out of me."
Helly stepped towards the couch, feeling welcomed by this stranger even though she had no reason to be. She looked back towards Mark for reassurance, but he was simply smiling as he looked between the two of them, almost giddy.
"I, uh, said I wouldn't look." The woman said, shrugging, "I thought you wouldn't want an audience if you were freaking out."
It was a simple idea, but it was still more consideration than most had shown Helly in her short life.
"Thanks," Helly replied automatically, before Mark joined them, sitting on the woman's left side, close enough to be familiar but far enough to still be polite.
He introduced them, "This is my sister, Devon. She's beenā¦ helping me. Out here. She's great."
Devon seemed to puff up her chest proudly at the compliment, giving Mark a conspiring wink.
Helly stared at the two, already in awe and slightly jealous of their relationship. She knew she didn't have a sibling out here, or at least one that wanted to help her in any way. Mark had a whole family to look after him while he grasped the concept of living on the outside. People to teach him what to do and how to act. She would have no one.
"You can sit down next to me," Devon said softly, as if she could read Helly's mind.
Helly nodded quickly, rounding the corner and perching on Devon's right, slightly disconcerted by the way the cushion gave way beneath her, making her unbalanced.
She looked at Devon, trying to find the physical similarities between her and Mark. There weren't any glaring ones, the two had different eye colours, different nose shapes, different-
The baby next to her let out a small cooing sound, bringing up her balled fists to rub against her face and kicking her legs beneath the blanket. Devon peeled the item off to reveal the pastel yellow onesie covering her whole body except for her feet.
Helly couldn't help but stare, her eyes wide as the little thing wriggled. "She's likeā¦ a whole human. But small." She heard a chuckle from Mark and felt her cheeks blush in the darkened room, "Am I being weird?"
"Not at all," Devon supplied before Mark could tease her, "I kept thinking the same when she was first here. Like, she has a tiny heart and lungs and eyes but they're gonna be adult sized one day."
Helly felt something in her stomach twist at the sentiment. She knew it was factually true, but the sheer idea of it took her by surprise. This child had her whole life ahead of her, and she could do whatever she wanted with it. Just from the few minutes she'd known Devon, she already knew that she would care for her better than anyone had ever cared for the outie version of her.
She dug her nails into her palms to stop the swirling emotions in her chest.
Devon, again seemingly a mind-reader, quickly drew Helly's attention away from her thoughts, "Do you wanna see her pinky fingernail? It's ridiculous."
Helly felt her eyebrows crease at the absurd question until Devon moved one of her arms from around her daughter's body, placing her index finger on her palm so her hand instinctively closed around it. She brought her hand closer to Helly, prompting her to lean towards her.
As soon as Helly saw said fingernail, she understood the fascination.
"Holy fuck, that's the smallest thing I've ever seen." She said incredulously, feeling something spread in her chest when Devon chuckled at the words.
As if knowing she was being the centre of attention, the baby's eyes fluttered open, instantly focusing on her mother's face as she smacked her lips open and closed.
"Oh." Helly spoke almost silently, the word softer and sweeter than any she'd ever said before, "Hello. Hello, darling."
She was inexplicably drawn even closer, watching the baby's face move. She'd never felt such affection for another person. Sure, she had affection for Mark, but this felt completely separate from that. She didn't even know this child's name but she felt an urge to protect her and hold her and never let her come to any harm.
If Helly looked up at the others in the room, she would've seen Mark positively melt at this new side of the woman he loved, and Devon noticing this and rolling her eyes at him.
"She's cute now," Devon said, focusing on the other member of her family once again, "but she won't be when she's screaming in a few minutes if I don't feed her."
She made sure Eleanor was securely held then stood up, Helly watching for a split second before she spoke, "Do youā¦ need help?"
Mark looked at her quizzically, knowing that she'd never offered to help him with anything before. And he was her boss.
"It's just me putting her mouth on my boob," she replied casually.
"Oh, right." Helly felt an embarrassed flush begin to creep up her neck, with no idea why. She'd never felt so sensitive about someone else's opinion of her before - quite the opposite in fact - but Devon's opinion seemed to matter to her for some reason. Probably because it was the first outie she'd actually liked, she mused. That must've been the explanation.
Devon continued, "You're welcome to come sit with me though."
"Really?" Helly cursed herself for how eager she sounded.
If Devon noticed, she didn't draw any attention towards it, "Yeah, I bet a quarter of the population of Kier have seen my nipples by now, I'm not precious about it."
She headed to another room, Helly hot on her heels as if expecting the journey to take as many twists and turns as the corridors on the severed floor.
There was a large bed against one of the walls, and Helly tampered down the urge to lay across the plush duvet and bury her head in the pillows - a small luxury that she had never been granted.
"Go for it," Devon said, tilting her head towards said bed, "I need to sit on the chair. She fusses less if I'm moving. Such a diva, I swear."
Devon carefully sat back in the wooden rocking chair near the window, undoing the black button on her cardigan.
Helly thought back to how Devon had given her the privacy she'd wanted earlier and strived to do the same, instead focusing on the bed. She sat gingerly at the end, letting her hands brush against the soft fibers beneath her. She itched to feel more of it. Her shoes slipped off with a soft thud against the maroon rug and she pushed herself further back onto the bed until she'd reached the headboard, moving the pillows so she could lean against them.
If she ever left the severed floor for good, the first thing she'd buy with her money - the money that she earned - would be a bed like this.
When she'd gotten fully settled, she looked up to see that Eleanor had already latched onto Devon and was eagerly drinking as the mother tenderly stroked her downy hair.
"Wow."
The word was out before Helly could stop it. She hoped Devon hadn't heard it, but the snicker said otherwise.
"I just mean-" Helly began, fingers nervously picking at a thread beneath her, "that's so cool. Andā¦ beautiful?"
"I get it." Devon said, diplomatically dropping the subject instead of teasing her.
"I mean," she tilted her head to the side, trying to look more nonchalant than she felt, "it is also the first boob I've seen other than my own, so there's that too."
Devon raised her eyebrows, seemingly impressed and intrigued.
Helly felt a flutter in her stomach that she'd never felt before.
Devon continued, her voice playful, "Honestly, if I'd known the amount of tits I'd see as a mother, I would've spawned a child years ago. Nine months of growing organs and childbirth is totally easier than the minefield that is dating women, trust me."
"You've dated women?" The question spilled out of Helly's mouth without filter.
"Yeah," The word came out slowly and Devon looked more guarded and apprehensive, as if assessing why Helly had asked.
"No, I don't mean-" She put her hands in front of her, as if trying to halt the conversation as she tried to gather her thoughts. "I think Iā¦ forgot that could be something. Like I know-" She sighed in frustration, the hair on her forehead blowing upwards, "I don't know how to explain it."
"Try." Devon said simply.
Helly was powerless not to do as she asked.
"It's likeā¦ I know things in theory, but I forget about them until I encounter them again. When I woke up at the ORTBO - that's the, uh- I don't know what it stands for but we went outside - I saw snow. And I knew it was snow, but I'd forgotten that snow was a thing until I saw it."
Helly didn't realise she'd been staring at her lap until she dragged her eyes upwards. Devon was still sat there, rocking gently and listening intently. It gave her the confidence to continue.
"I knew that kissing was a thing and how to do it, but I didn't think about actually doing it until-" She trailed off, feeling awkward about the idea of mentioning to Devon how she'd kissed - then fucked - her brother. A version of her brother, at least. "So. Yeah. I know women can date women. But I forgot that until you just said it."
Devon hummed as she readjusted Eleanor's head, "Explains why you think Mark's hot. You thought he was the only option."
Helly wasn't sure whether to laugh or wince at that.
Luckily for her, Devon carried on, "Look, you've got enough on your plate right now. You don't need to add the whole idea of compulsory heterosexuality to it."
She doesn't know what that term meant, but it still seemed to make something unpleasant bubble up in her chest. She briefly wondered if the beginnings of reintegration were starting, making Helena's feelings merge with her own.
"All that you need to know," Devon continued, "is that you can be attracted to whoever you fucking want, and that's alright."
"Willā¦" Helly hated how small her voice had become, clearing her throat before starting again, "Will Mark get that?"
"My Mark does-" She cringed, nose wrinkling, "Shit, I shouldn't call him that. Theā¦ not Lumon Mark. Though I guess they'll both be out of Lumon soon-"
Helly chuckled, offering assistance, "The outie Mark?"
She shrugged, "Outie just makes me think of bellybuttons, but sure. Outie Mark has always got it. I've always justā¦ liked men and women and anyone in between. He's never questioned it. When he saw me kiss Jessica Brown on the playground at our pretend wedding. When I took Sofia Lopez to prom. Actually on that night, he punched some guy that called me a dyke-"
"Whoa, really?" Helly interrupted incredulously. She couldn't imagine her boss punching anyone.
"Oh no, it wasn't impressive. He ended up hurting his hand more than the guy's face."
Helly snorted. That sounded more like the man she knew.
Devon laughed too, Eleanor whining at being jostled. "But hey, the thought was there."
Even before the version of him that she knew existed, he'd always been looking out for others. Part of her being in this cabin at all was him trying to protect her. To ensure she wasn't trapped in MDR without him.
"Heā¦ is amazing." She breathed, still feeling fondness for him. Maybe that's what it had been all along? She pushed the thought down. She could explore those feelings another day.
"He is." Devon agreed with a smile, "And so are you."
She grinned widely, her teeth biting into her bottom lip, "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Devon's smile grew to match hers, "You two are gonna be just fine out here. Whatever you are."
Helly believed her.
~~~~~
I realised after writing this entire thing that I don't even know if it can count towards Sapphic Severance Week because
a) it's actually not as overtly sapphic as I would like
b) there isn't much reintegration in it
off to a great start!!
Also you CANNOT tell me that Hellyna doesn't suffer from comphet, that woman is bisexual at the VERY LEAST
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Severance (TV)
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Gemma Scout/Devon Scout-Hale
Characters: Devon Scout-Hale, Gemma Scout, Mark Scout, Ricken Hale
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Minor Gemma Scout/Mark Scout, Minor Devon Scout-Hale/Ricken Hale, Bisexual Devon Scout-Hale, Complicated Relationships, POV Devon Scout-Hale, Title from a dodie Song
Summary:
Devon wants to be the kind of cool, all-knowing, beautiful woman Gemma is, so she just nods, doesnāt pry. So Gemma doesnāt believe in soulmates. Devon doesnāt believe in heads-up pennies. Everybodyās got their crap.
Six weeks has gone by fast! Sapphic Severance Week begins in earnest in two days. Day one is Reintegration!
There will not be strict posting times. I will begin going through the tag #saphsevweek26 on the 16th (my timezone) and continue until the night of the 24th to give some leeway. The AO3 Collection āSapphic_Severance_Week_2026 (saphsevwk26) link ā is already open.
If you have any questions, please send me an ask or dm. I'm very excited to see what you've made. Happy posting!
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