Unlike other Bird Hybrids that often stayed away from most or all of human civilization, this murder of Crow Hybrids lived deep into the human world. They almost exclusively talked to humans when they weren’t talking to each other. They also talked worked for them as well.
For some reason, whether it was due to their primal instincts or if they just had a certain talent, they were all amazing at finding things. Along with a sharp memory to match, they could remember if they had seen something suspicious days or even months ago.
Which made them the perfect hybrids to start their own private investigator business. Though they always seemed to work together, never straying too far apart, luckily they were fast works.
During their time in the business they’ve seen it all. Cheating spouses, runaway criminals, insurance fraud, narrowing down robbery suspects, and something weird with a golden pineapple and a piano that they care not to revisit.
But still this had to be the weirdest job offer they’ve ever gotten.
“So your partner is missing,” the head Crow Hybrid of the murder asks, confusion written on every inch of his face.
“But they weren’t kidnapped,” one says.
“And they really didn’t run away?” Another asks, suspicion laced in his tone.
Your boyfriend sighs in exasperation, swinging his arms up only to let them smack against his thighs. They weren’t listening to him, they didn’t know you so they couldn’t get it.
“No, no, you don’t understand. My partner… they’re a little weird. They’re always getting distracted and wondering off without me noticing. It’s seriously a hassle just to go outside with them.”
Your boyfriend starts up and once he does it’s like he can’t stop. Clearly getting more worked up the longer he rambles. Like he’s held all of this in for far too long.
“Really, you don’t know what it’s like. Because after, when they finally come to their senses, they realize they’re lost and can *never* find their way back. So then *i* have to spend the rest of my day off looking for them.”
He’s pacing now, crossing the murder of Crow Hybrids while they just watch him. Varying expressions of suspicion, distaste, frustration, and a rising anger within them all flash across their faces.
“Sounds like a real piece of work, huh?” He asks with a scoff, glancing at them for the first time during this whole little rant of his.
But he stops in his tracks when he notices that none of them seem all that sympathetic for him.
“Seems like you’re a bad boyfriend,” a Crow Hybrid quips, his lips curled back as he stares at the man.
Instantly his murder erupts in stifled laughter while their leader swings a hand back, smacking him square in the chest. Though he notes it wasn’t done all that hard.
“We’ll find ‘em. Just give us some time,” their leader says with a nod, not bothering to get too much into the personal stuff right now.
Your boyfriend sends a harsh glare to the snappy Crow but rolls his eyes like all of this is beneath him. Honestly he shouldn’t even be paying someone to find you. It’d be easier to find your own way back. But he told himself that if you pulled this again he’d do you one last favor then leave you for good this time. So that’s what he plans to do. As soon as they find you that is.
“Whatever,” he grumbles as he gives the murder the money and marches out of the building. It’s out of his hands now and that’s fine by him.
Now these crows didn’t know what to expect when they’d find you or what they’d see when they finally did. But what they surely didn’t plan on was finding you in under two hours in the garbage bins behind some old looking antique store.
Seriously, the most they had to do was walk a handful of blocks around the area. Did your boyfriend ever even try looking for you when this happened in the past? Awkwardly, they try to explain what happened and why they’re there. It’s a little strange though because they’re not exactly certain you’re listening or paying attention to them.
With your whole body swallowed up by the dumpster they can’t exactly see you. But they can hear you scurrying around in there like a little mouse in search of some cheese. Yet when they finally finish talking you immediately spring your head out of the lid, looking at them in astonishment.
“The bastard left me?!” You exclaimed in an outrage, your features twisted up in the most adorably furious way.
They could relate to that, recognizing the sudden frenzied urge to wreak havoc and cause chaos whenever they go.
Their leaders lips twitch, a smile threatening to bloom across his face. Something he rarely does, truly. The rest of their murder swear they’re hearing things when he chuckles lightly and steps up to the dumpster. Your eyes immediately clicker to him, jaw dropping at the sheer beauty of him up close.
He reaches up while you go dead still and gently flicks off the banana peel that had found its way on top of your head. You do a double-take, watching it fall back onto the rest of the trash. A pretty blush blooms across cheeks and you fidget nervously as if realizing for the first time that you’re standing in a dumpster in front of a whole group of painstakingly beautiful men.
Men much more attractive than your boyfriend (now definitely ex), you briefly think to yourself.
“I’m afraid he did. But nevermind that now, we’ve found you,” he says softly, his voice a deep raspy rumble that sends tingles throughout your body.
Without a second thought he reaches into the dumpster and wraps his hands around your wide plush waist, lifting you with ease. Your heart jumps in your chest and you let out a fearful shout. But there’s no wavering in his hold as you go flying through the air and then placed gently on the ground next to him. Where you see just how much taller than you he is, his frame towering over yours.
“Yeah, we did, we got you!” One of them calls.
“Finders keepers?” Another speaks up, making the murder laugh almost manically as the one speaks the sentiments and interests and the many. You were pretty and piqued their interest more than any other human has.
They wanted to keep you all to themselves.
“Why not? They should stay with us,” another Crow Hybrid says softly as their laughter grows more wild.
“Don’t let ‘em go back to that no-good asshole,” one of them snaps and inches closer toward you and their leader.
“He doesn’t deserve them!” They all shout, all of them failing to resist getting closer to you. They’re not exactly trying that hard either.
“We can take care of you just fine. Better than fine. Better than he could,” the snappy Crow Hybrid speaks up against, stepping away from the murder and up to your shocked form, molding his chest to your back.
Yet it’s their leader whose claw caresses the soft flesh beneath your chin and tilts your head up to look him back in the eyes.
“What say you, little wanderer? Try sticking by our sides for a while. Who knows what you’ll find,” He says darkly, a dangerous glint in his eye that almost scares you but interests you far more.
It’s not your fault after all when they’re using everything that they’ve learned about you and know will interest you to lure you in. Using the information they’ve gathered to take care of their target is what they do best. But judging by the looks in their eyes, the interest in their soft touches, and the growing arousal in the charged atmosphere, it doesn’t seem like they’ll be taking care of you like they usually would their targets.
No, they have so many more plans in mind for you.
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