In a town full of those who know too much about one another, the hermit is the one resident that no one seems to know - and no one ever seems to see. We have plenty of oddballs here, in Sleepy Birch, all special enough - but only one quiet mystery. The tenant of house 1478. - The story in which Theo Eldory promotes himself from incompetent newspaper boy to arch nemesis of Sleepy Birch's brooding new tenant in a total of three minutes. He thinks this is a record. - (Boy/Boy/Boy, polyamory) This is a preview of another one of my patreon-exclusive stories, which you can find here: www.patreon.com/mythmouth. Or on my page under my links. @mythmouth

The first time Noel meets Cyric Erebos, the latter man's knuckles are stained with blood. (rewritten and revised) (M|M)

I met Lucas when I was eight. He was taller than me, tougher, and with a light in his eyes that said he could do anything - be anything that he wanted to be. I'd instantly taken a liking to him, even when he pulled my shirt over my head and pushed me into the puddle that contained more ice than water, pelting me with his glove covered fists. I asked him if he had super powers, I remember saying it - coughing out a bit of blood that trickled from my nose. He'd snarled at me, given me the worst sort of look that a child could give, and I'd thought - aha, he does. As I laid in my bed for three days after, I thought of how I'd like to be as tough as him. I told Mamá how cool it was that his reflexes were so fast already, and I even told her that I thought he was going to grow up to be a superhero. "I wonder what kind of other super powers he has," I wondered aloud, blinked up at her from the sheets as she cleaned my face, "His eyes are scary, I bet he shoots lasers from them." Mamá hadn't agreed. She'd called him a blossoming brute and thrown out my oxford shoes - replaced my broken glasses with a sigh, "He's worse than your father," she chided, "stay away from wicked boys like that, Milan, they're trouble waiting to happen." It was the one time that I didn't listen to my mother. - (preview for a patreon-exclusive story. MANXMAN)

Cyan is addicted. And the only thing thas stopping Cyan from putting a bullet through his head is that addiction as well as his druglord boyfriend, Elliot Castellani. With a bad past and nothing to live for, Cyan thinks he's doing just fine living his life. He's happy, for the most part. That is until he meets Mason Reyolds, a police detective with a vendetta against Elliot from some things that the drug dealer had done in the past. Cyan's life starts to spiral out of control as he's forced in police custody and made to stop taking drugs. Now without Elliot or the drugs keeping him sane, he's forced to face the realities of his life. How long is it going to take before he can't handle it anymore?

(MAN/MAN)/(PREVIEW ONLY) His friends call him Toby. He's grown taller, firm, as handsome as everyone had expected. The man's dark eyes are open and honest when he speaks to the elders at church but wicked when night falls and he stumbles into his house, half boozed out of mind. I don't know what had broken the Tobias from my childhood, the boy from behind the rose bushes that I'd held in such high regard. I suppose he could have been that way from the start. No one seems to notice it, the anger that storms behind the slate eyes. No one wants to take hold of his roots and check his petals for bruising. - PREVIEW ONLY. PATREON EXCLUSIVE.