Alternate title: How To Get Away With Murder (Teen Wolf Edition)
Hey guys! Wow, what a crazy last few months it's been. Has it really been over three months since I posted? I swear I meant to post this a month ago.
Reminder: this fic is rated M for a reason. This chapter DOES involve torture- I tried not to make it too descriptive, but for those who would like to bypass it, it's the section in Kali's POV. I tried to mark it off but Fanfiction wanted to keep me from using *** I guess
Soundtrack: Ruthlessness from Epic the Musical (2023), Claws Are Out by Alexa Shea (2017), Different Beast from Epic the Musical (2024)
He thought he was dead.
Derek's claws had ripped through his lungs and pierced his heart. He'd choked on his own blood as his body struggled to knit itself back together.
Werewolf healing was fast, but it wasn't that fast. And a blow like that from an Alpha? It was a death sentence.
Boyd's eyes fluttered open. He still tasted blood on his dry tongue, but he wasn't in any pain. He gingerly sat up.
"You're awake."
He stiffened, lips pulling back in a silent snarl at the unwelcome voice. The lights flicked on. Boyd squeezed his eyes shut at the sudden painful brightness. Blinking the spots out of his eyes, he staggered to his feet. "What happened?"
Argent hadn't moved from his spot by the stairs. "We were hoping you could tell us."
"We?" Boyd looked around the otherwise empty room, hoping Crystal or Cora or Scott would walk downstairs. He'd even take Derek if it meant he wasn't alone with Argent.
"Peter's downstairs."
Argent and Peter? Even worse. "Where are the others?"
"They're safe. Derek and Cora are staying at Peter's tonight. Everyone else has gone home."
Boyd frowned. "What about Crystal?"
Argent took a deep breath. "We're not sure."
"You're not sure? She was here!" He remembered seeing her, eyes burning with tears and fire as she begged him to stay alive. His chest tightened as a horrible thought occurred to him. "The Alphas didn't-"
"I'd be more concerned with what Crystal's gonna do to them." Peter Hale sauntered into the room. His blue eyes looked Boyd up and down. Boyd didn't like the look on his face. "Did Derek tell you what happened after he killed me?"
"But I'm not dead," Boyd corrected slowly. "How…? Oh, God, don't tell me I'm a zombie."
Peter shot him a deadpan look. "No, you're not a zombie."
"Then how am I still alive?"
Peter shrugged. "Crystal hates losing her friends."
Yes, she did. Boyd remembered that night at the Glen Capri, when Crystal had shoved Scott and Stiles away from the fire. And even before that-she'd thrown herself into the flames to keep them alive. And Erica…
"She saved me." Boyd patted his pockets, but of course, his phone was nowhere to be found. "I gotta go."
Peter's eyes glinted dangerously. "Where are you going?"
Boyd raised his eyebrows. "To tell Crystal and Cora I'm alive," he said slowly.
"No."
Argent stepped forward. "Crystal-"
"Crystal is the reason he's still breathing," Peter snarled. His casual expression twisted into a look of pure rage as he glared at Argent. "If Deucalion finds out, you think he's just gonna let her walk away? No. He'll find a way to either use her or kill her." He turned back to Boyd. "If the darach doesn't get her first."
"So, what, I'm just supposed to hide until the Alphas are gone and the darach's taken care of?" Boyd snapped. "I can't do that!"
"Your friend's still missing, right?"
Boyd glanced warily between Peter and Argent. "Erica? Yeah."
Argent turned to Peter. "You think Deucalion or the darach's gonna be watching your lawyer?"
"After what Crystal does to them? Not a chance."
"Good. You might wanna give her a call."
Boyd sighed heavily as Peter opened his mouth to argue. "How's a lawyer gonna help me find Erica?"
"She's Satomi's pack friend," Peter said slowly, "and Satomi's got connections."
"Erica's been missing for weeks," Boyd countered. "They could've taken her anywhere by now."
"They could've. But I bet they didn't." Argent nodded at the stairs. "Get cleaned up. Five minutes, then we're out of here."
Kali prowled the apartment. How dare they?! She'd expected the Omegas to flee with their tails between their legs-really, she was surprised they'd lasted this long. Their only real power came from their ability to merge into their larger Alpha form. Separate them, and they were easy prey. The moment she ripped Little Miss Pack Friend's head off her shoulders, she would find them and make them pay for their cowardice.
Lucas wasn't much better. The kid answered to his grandmother, for God's sake! Then again, if the stories were true, that bitch was even scarier than Gerard Argent. But if his grandmother was that terrifying, why did he take off the moment he laid eyes on a teenage girl? The girl had strength to rival a werewolf, but that didn't mean she knew how to use it.
And Deucalion. She knew that bastard didn't care about the rest of them, that they were just a means to an end, but she'd been with him for years. He'd shown her the secret to true power. And now he wanted to toss her aside for a Hale?!
"I'll make that bitch watch as I rip his heart out," she snarled. Or maybe she'd make Derek's pack friend kill him like she'd made Derek kill his Beta. Her fangs brushed her lower lip as she grinned, delighted at the thought. She could almost picture the look on their faces-
White-hot pain shot through her. A strangled scream ripped itself from her suddenly blood-filled throat. Choking on the thick liquid, she blinked down at the strange red object jutting out of her stomach.
"You're not going to touch him."
The object spread out, revealing blood-soaked fingers wrapped around some kind of rope. Kali's legs gave out as the arm twisted inside her and tore itself free. She had just enough strength to curl into a protective ball before she collapsed on her side. Struggling to breathe through the pain, she narrowed her eyes up at her attacker.
A shiver ran down her spine despite the climbing heat.
They'd been watching the werewolves of Beacon Hills for a long time. Kali had scoffed every time McCall and his hyperactive little tagalong cowered under the blonde's weak glower. The girl never bothered to go through with her threats. She didn't take the chance to drive that pipe through Kali's skull that day in the loft. Crystal Braddock was little more than a yappy chihuahua: all bark, very little bite, unable to do any real damage without the help of the wolves.
The creature that glared down at Kali with fire in her eyes may have worn the girl's face, but it was not Crystal Braddock.
"What…are…you?"
The thing didn't respond. Instead, she crouched down beside Kali, grabbed the writhing rope with three boiling fingers (oh God-if Kali's stomach wasn't too busy knitting itself back together, she would've thrown up) and yanked.
Kali screamed in agony. She swiped her leg out, hoping to rip the damn bitch's stomach open, make her intestines spill out on the ground-
Her foot met a wall of fire. The fire caught her leggings. She screamed as the flames climbed up her legs, into her exposed stomach, over her thin tank top. Her body flailed in a last desperate attempt to smother the flames.
The coppery blood on her tongue began to taste a little like fear.
"Uh-uh-uh." A burning hand gripped her jaw tightly. Long, sharp nails punctured skin and muscle, scraping bone. Fire dripped from the monster's wrist into Kali's throat as she tapped her lips mockingly. "We don't wanna wake the neighbors, do we?"
Kali finally understood why Lucas fled the instant that scream reached his ears.
Lydia's head shot up. She grabbed the remote, fumbling with it before she managed to pause the movie. "Allison?"
"Yeah?" Allison called from the kitchen.
"Did you burn the popcorn?" Please just be popcorn, please just be popcorn…
Even as she spoke, Lydia knew she wasn't smelling burnt popcorn. Phantom flames licked her skin. The burning smell got worse, and Lydia's stomach twisted when she realized she could smell meat cooking.
"No," Allison called back. "You said you wanted nachos."
Lydia leaped off the couch. "We have to go!"
"Lydia?"
"Allison, we have to go now! Before the whole building burns down!"
She watched the Alpha bitch who tortured several of hers-who killed one of hers- burn. The woman had stopped screaming, but she knew that meant nothing. She couldn't be certain her enemy was dead until her ashes blew away on the morning breeze.
Flames danced around her. She gave them free reign and they took off, spreading up the walls and across the floor. They cackled as they gnawed on everything in their path. Sparks flew as plastic melted, exposing the wires inside.
Let it burn. She sneered at the penthouse the Alphas had taken over. A penthouse they didn't belong in. Let it all burn.
Fire destroyed everything it touched. She knew it. Peter and Derek and Cora knew it. And now, Deucalion would know it. Deucalion would be left with nothing. He would stand among the ashes, wondering how he could possibly-
She cocked her head as her ears caught a faint voice somewhere beneath her. A panicked voice. A familiar voice.
"Allison, we have to go now!"
One of hers.
Lydia.
Why was she scared? The fire wouldn't touch her-she wouldn't allow it. Lydia and Allison were safe. They would make it out of the building alive.
They would be the only ones.
But they don't know that.
She let out a soft huff. Immediately, the red-orange-gold flames stilled. She swept her hand in a wide arc toward the charred bones at her feet. The fire reluctantly obeyed. Flames pulled away from the melted plastic, snaked across the charred carpet, released the curtains, crept out from under the couch and chairs.
The body popped as the fire converged. One last silent scream.
A single thought extinguished any flames that tried to escape her. The fire at her feet climbed higher, eager for one last meal.
A shrill alarm blared. When she jumped, the flames lunged. She got the flames back under control and with another thought, the fire died. She crouched beside the remains.
Kali was gone. All that was left were dried blood stains, bone fragments, and a half-intact charred skull.
Stiles would've made a joke about her temper. Peter would probably say something about "poor Yorik".
She smiled grimly. "Strike three."
Fire engulfed her as she spread her wings.
One down. Two to go.
People stumbled out of the building and flooded the parking lot. Some were on their phones. Others tried to calm their screaming children or huddled in groups. Everyone was trying to figure out what happened.
Allison kept a tight grip on Lydia's hand as she weaved her way through the crowd. "Come on. I need to call my dad."
Lydia's icy hand squeezed hers. Her best friend refused to let go even after they managed to make it to her car. As they got closer, Allison realized someone was already waiting for them.
"Crystal!" Allison's relieved smile turned into a frown when she realized Lydia was shaking. "Lydia, what-"
"That's not Crystal."
Crystal stepped closer. Molten eyes glowed under the dim streetlights. Allison slid between her and Lydia defensively, cursing herself for not grabbing one of her knives before they evacuated.
Crystal stopped. She tilted her head, her face eerily blank as she looked between the two girls. "You're scared of me."
Lydia's voice trembled as she shrank back. "You're not Crystal."
The thing wearing Crystal's face grinned. She threw back her head and laughed-and just like that, for a moment, she was their Crystal again. Her eyes still burned, but her face had softened. "Kali said the same thing."
Allison's heart skipped a beat. "Kali?"
"Crystal, what did you do?"
Her lips pulled up in a vicious smirk. "I warned her not to play with fire. She didn't listen."
Allison's phone buzzed. Fishing it out of her jacket pocket, she saw it was her dad. "I gotta take this."
Crystal lifted a darkened hand, her fingernails longer and sharper than Allison had ever seen them. "Say hi to Chris for me."
Allison and Lydia jumped when Crystal disappeared in a flash of flame. Allison answered her phone with trembling hands. "Dad?"
"Allison! Where are you? Are you okay?"
"Yeah." Her voice came out shaky. She cleared her throat and tried again. "Yeah, we're fine. We're by my car."
"Where?"
"Back of the parking lot, near the street."
"Okay. Stay where you are. I'll find you."
"Hang on." Fishing her keys out of her back pocket, Allison unlocked the car and started it. Then she turned on the overhead lights and her headlights. "Okay, I turned the lights on."
"I see you."
Less than two minutes later, Allison's father was beside them, wrapping her in a one-armed hug while he looked over a still-shaking Lydia. "You're sure you're okay?"
"I'm fine, Dad," she assured him, pulling away.
Her dad nodded toward the fire trucks pulling up in front of the apartment complex. "What happened?"
"I…" Allison and Lydia stared at each other in silent horror as she tried to force the words out. "I think Crystal killed one of the Alphas."
A pillar of flame morphed into a human girl as she landed in a familiar apartment. Crystal staggered across the room, forcing herself to put one foot in front of the other as her entire body trembled.
She needed to take a shower. She needed to wash Kali's blood off, and the hot water would help warm her up.
God, she just wanted to sleep.
But her bed wasn't empty. Cora jolted awake almost immediately. Her low warning growl turned into a sharp cry.
Crystal smiled weakly, relieved to see her best friend safe. "Hey, Cora."
Cora leaped out of bed. "What happened?!"
The universe had a terrible sense of humor. Crystal's legs buckled. Like Kali, she collapsed in a crumpled heap. But unlike Kali, Crystal wasn't scared of the person hovering over her anxiously.
"Stay awake. Crystal, you gotta stay awake!" Cora raised her head and hollered toward the bedroom door. "Derek!"
Crystal tried to keep her eyes open. It was hopeless-between running around town, trying to save Boyd, killing Kali, and all the teleporting or flying or whatever she'd been doing, she was exhausted. Her eyes fluttered shut as Derek burst into the room.
"'M okay," she breathed.
"No, no, no. Stay awake. Crystal! Crystal, you gotta wake up!"
With her last bit of strength, she turned closer to the wonderfully warm hand cupping her face and curled her blood-soaked fingers around the smaller hand on her chest.
Cora stared up at her brother, horrified. "She's freezing. What's happening to her?"
"I don't know." Derek went to pull his hand away, but Crystal whined softly. "Crystal. Crystal, wake up."
Cora jumped to her feet. "I'll be right back," she promised when Crystal frowned.
It took her less than two minutes to dash to the bathroom and soak a towel in warm water. By the time she got back, Derek had moved Crystal onto the bed and was staring at her intently, a worried frown on his face.
He'd also managed to get himself stuck. Crystal's unbloodied hand had wrapped itself tightly in Derek's shirt, forcing him to hunch over or risk falling on top of her.
Cora snorted.
"Shut up," Derek growled as he pried himself free.
"I didn't say anything," she countered, but she sat on the edge of the bed and grabbed Crystal's other hand. She gently started scrubbing away the dried blood. While she did that, Derek raided the apartment for any spare blankets. They didn't speak again until the last flecks of Kali's blood had been wiped away and Cora had dropped the towel in the laundry hamper.
"I'll call Peter. Maybe he knows what's going on." Derek closed the door almost soundlessly as he slipped out of the room.
Cora carefully laid down on top of the pile of blankets and waited for her best friend to wake up.
FBI agent Amy Rochelle stared at the room in disbelief.
The fire chief had called the burn pattern "abnormal" but hadn't been able to explain it. Looking around, Amy realized what he meant. Even though she'd never worked arson a day in her life, the scene in front of her was…weird.
For one, the fire hadn't engulfed the entire apartment. The scorch marks led to the walls and the ceiling, but the fire hadn't spread past the kitchen. None of the bedrooms in the penthouse had been touched.
Second, the flames seemed to have focused on one area. The spot where the fragmented bones lay was covered in soot and ash. The carpet around it was completely gone…but the flooring beneath the carpet was only slightly blackened.
Which didn't make sense! Fire, when left unchecked, fed off the oxygen in the air and anything in the vicinity that could be used as fuel. That included things like carpeting and cloth and wood: everything the entire building was made of.
It had taken the fire department six and a half minutes to reach the apartment complex. By that point, half the building should've gone up in flames. At the very least, it should've spread through the entire penthouse and down to the apartment beneath them. But the fire had somehow wiped itself out before the fire department even made it through the front doors.
There were no traces of water or foam anywhere. It was like the fire had decided one victim was enough.
Justin Silverton stepped into the room. The plastic coverings on his shoes rustled as he moved closer to the remains.
"This is it?
Amy nodded. "That's all that's left."
Justin sighed heavily. "Anything on the cameras?"
"Techs are working on it, but most of the cameras are by the doors and in the elevator. So far, nothing. I managed to get a list of all the tenants." She pulled a sheet of paper out of her blazer pocket. Unfolding it, she passed it over to Justin. "The penthouse was recently leased to a man named Patrick Ennis. Nobody's seen him in several days."
"But he's not living here alone."
Amy shook her head again. "At least four other people also live here."
"But there's only one body. Think this is Ennis?"
"Could be."
The first, most obvious, answer was that the other four killed him and set him on fire to destroy the evidence. But that theory didn't sit right with her.
Justin narrowed his eyes at the other name she'd marked. "Argent? As in…"
"Christopher Argent and his daughter Allison. Moved in right before the school year started-about the same time Patrick Ennis and his friends moved in."
"The Argent girl's friends with Braddock, right?"
Amy nodded.
His face hardened. "Bring her in."
She winced. "That might not be the best idea," she warned carefully. Braddock and her friends seemed to have closed ranks, and the Hales had the best lawyer in the county on speed dial. "They've already made it clear they don't want to speak with us."
"Tough," Justin grunted.
"If we try to bring the Argents in with no evidence, it'll be impossible to get any answers, even if it's only an interview," Amy pointed out.
Justin glared at the pile of broken bone and ash at his feet. "You think they'd be more open if they saw a familiar face?"
"It's worth a shot." Something told Amy that Crystal Braddock and her friends held the answers to all their questions. It went against everything she'd been taught, but if she couldn't pry those answers from a group of stubborn teenagers, she'd swallow her pride and ask for help.
"Call HQ. Tell McCall to get his ass down here, see if he can figure out what the hell's going on in this town."
"What were you thinking, going after Kali on your own? Have you lost your mind?!"
Crystal rolled her eyes. "She killed Boyd, Mom! What was I supposed to do, just let her walk away?"
"Yes!"
"I couldn't!" She dug her nails into the leather cushions. "I couldn't let her hurt anybody else!"
Her mom stopped pacing to fold her arms over her chest. "You killed an Alpha, Crystal. Deucalion's not gonna take that lying down."
"If he comes after me, I'll kill him, too." Hell, she wished Deucalion had been in the apartment with Kali earlier. It would've made things a hell of a lot easier.
"What if you can't? Deucalion's not stupid, Crystal!" Her mom went back to pacing the living room. "What if he'd been there? Or worse, what if Lucas-"
"Who is Lucas, anyway?" Crystal wondered. "He's not a werewolf, so what is he?"
Her mom shook her head frantically. "No, he's not a werewolf, but he's probably more dangerous than Deucalion." She dug her fingers into her hair anxiously. "God, it's a miracle that boy's kept his mouth shut this long."
Crystal tilted her head, narrowing her eyes. Why was her mom so scared of Lucas? From what Crystal could tell, he just hung around the Alphas.
Which, she had to admit, was very strange. He wasn't a werewolf, and she was almost positive he wasn't pack friend. So what the hell was he? How was he more dangerous than the damn Alpha of Alphas?
Unless Lucas was a threat to her.
"It's a miracle that boy's kept his mouth shut this long."
She'd only seen Lucas once: the day the Alphas broke into the loft and tortured Derek. She remembered his horrified amber eyes staring up at her…almost like he'd seen a ghost.
Or a living nightmare.
"Does Lucas know what I am?" she asked softly, cutting off her mom's angry rant.
Her dad sighed heavily from the chair by the window. "Crystal-"
"You know what I am." Crystal pushed herself up, heart pounding in her ears. "You've known this whole time."
It wasn't a question. Her stomach still clenched in shock and betrayal when her parents glanced at each other heavily. "We were gonna tell you when you were older," her mom finally admitted.
"Great! I'm older, tell me-"
"No," her dad said firmly. He held up a warning finger when Crystal protested. "It's too dangerous. If anybody finds out what you are, they'll come after you."
"Peter and the others won't let that happen!"
"No, they'll die before they let anything happen to you. But if the darach or Deucalion or, God forbid, Rosemarie finds out-"
"Wait, wait, wait." Crystal held up a hand. "Rosemarie? Who the hell is Rosemarie?"
"Hopefully someone you'll never have to worry about," her mom said darkly.
Someone tapped on the wall with their nails. "Sorry to interrupt," Laura drawled, "but Crystal's gonna have to wake up soon."
Jessica frowned. "Why? What happened?"
"My siblings are freaking out, and now they've got Peter freaking out, and they're about three seconds away from taking Crystal to the hospital."
Crystal gritted her teeth. The answers she wanted were right there, if she could just keep her parents talking. But if she didn't wake up soon, she'd end up in the hospital. Again.
With a frustrated groan, she brushed past Laura and headed for the door.
"Crystal-"
"I'm not going back to the hospital!"
"I'll make sure she gets back okay," Laura called, following her down the front steps. "Hey. Hey, slow down."
Crystal picked up her pace. "I have to wake up. I'm not going to the hospital again."
Laura brushed off her concern. "You'll be fine. You've still got a few hours left."
Crystal hesitated. "You lied," she realized slowly.
Laura shrugged, a small smirk on her lips. "Not really. Derek, Cora and Peter are freaking out, but Peter said if you're not up by sunrise, he'll call Melissa. I just figured you could use a break from your parents."
Thank you, Crystal signed.
Laura nodded toward the woods. "Come on."
Crystal frowned but didn't hesitate to follow Laura when she veered off the path. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see."
They kept walking through the eerily silent woods. Neither of them said a word until they found a massive tree standing alone in the middle of a clearing. Its branches stretched in all directions, some thicker than Crystal's whole body and practically lying on the ground. Others reached into the sky to cover them with its shady canopy of dark leaves.
Laura sprawled out on one of the lowest branches. "Okay. Talk."
Crystal snorted. "What if I don't want to?"
"Well, considering your choices are me, Peter, Cora, or a shrink…" Laura raised her eyebrows pointedly.
"I could talk to Derek." She shrugged defensively when Laura gave her the Hales' signature you're a dumbass look. "What? He and I talk."
"And you wonder why everyone thinks you're dating."
"We're not-"
"It doesn't matter. If I know my brother, he's gonna disappear for a bit after you wake up."
It was like a bucket of icy water had been dropped on her head. "What?"
Laura's face turned sympathetic. "It's what we're taught to do when we're being hunted or if we're too hurt to get back home. Hide and heal."
"But he-Derek's fine, he-"
"He lost Boyd," Laura said gently.
Crystal's heart twisted. "So he…Boyd…"
Laura sat up, looking around. Then she leaned over and grabbed Crystal's wrist. "I'm gonna tell you something, then you have to forget it," she hissed. "You cannot tell anyone, okay?"
Crystal blinked at Laura's abrupt warning. The oldest Hale sibling shook her arm roughly.
"Promise?"
"Yeah, okay," Crystal said hurriedly.
Her grip tightened. "You can't tell anyone," she repeated. "Not your friends. Not the cops. Not even Cora or Derek."
Crystal stiffened. "You want me to lie to your siblings?"
"If you have to, yes."
Whatever Laura had to tell her, it had to be life or death if she was practically ordering her to lie to two werewolves who knew her better than she knew herself. "I won't say anything."
Laura's eyes flashed red. "You swear?"
Crystal nodded firmly. Laura was the only one willing to give her answers. If that meant keeping her mouth shut, she figured it was a small price to pay-
Laura leaned closer, her breath tickling Crystal's ear. "Boyd's still alive."
The creature inside her screamed in elation. I knew it!
"Where is he?" she breathed.
"He's trying to find Erica. To do that, he has to stay dead."
"So he can move around easier," Crystal realized. "Nobody goes looking for a dead man."
Shit. How the hell am I supposed to keep this from Derek?
Derek sagged in relief when Crystal's dark green eyes blinked open.
"Derek?"
"I'm here," he whispered, tightening his grip on her hand. "It's okay. You're safe."
Her colorless lips twisted up in a small smile. "Where's everyone?"
"Scott, Stiles, and Isaac are at Scott's house. Lydia's with Allison."
The smile immediately fell into a worried frown. "Cora?"
"She's in the shower. She'll be out in a bit."
Her face relaxed. "Good. Glad you're okay."
He wasn't okay.
He'd killed Boyd. He'd turned him, promised to protect him and teach him how to be a werewolf, promised him a pack, and he failed. He'd lost both Erica and Boyd: first to the hunters, then to the Alphas. Months later, he'd only been able to bring one of his Betas back home. And now, they were both gone. He'd heard Boyd's heart stop, felt the same ache he'd felt when he realized Erica was somewhere they couldn't reach.
Boyd was dead because of him. Crystal had to kill Kali because of him-because he wasn't strong enough to stop Kali.
It was all his fault. He couldn't stay without risking the rest of his pack. Without risking Crystal.
Stay hidden. Stay safe. Hide and heal.
Crystal lifted their entwined hands with far more ease than he expected from someone who'd been unconscious for almost two days. One of her fingers reached out and brushed the tip of his nose. "You're leaving, aren't you?"
Derek sighed, his eyes falling to his lap. His heart ached at the pain and disappointment in her voice. "I have to. I can't…"
"It's okay." Her heart skipped a beat as her fingers tightened around his. "Promise you'll come back?"
He made the mistake of looking up. He couldn't say no to those huge pleading eyes (now he understood how Crystal had managed to turn Peter into her own personal teddy bear when she was a kid). His mouth moved without his permission. "I promise."
"Good." She rolled over, pulling her hand from his to tighten the blankets around her. "Oh, can you tell Peter I'm okay? I hate hospitals."
These two just wanted to be angsty cute.
