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1. The Place Between Desire and Suffering by EvilPeaches

   Fandoms: House of the Dragon (TV), A Song of Ice and Fire & Related Fandoms  

   • Mature
   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • F/M, M/M
   • Complete Work

   14 Sep 2026

   Tags

   • Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
   • Gwayne Hightower/Ormund Hightower
   • Criston Cole/Gwayne Hightower
   • Gwayne Hightower
   • Criston Cole
   • Ormund Hightower
   • Explicit Language
   • Period-Typical Homophobia
   • Internalized Homophobia
   • Dysfunctional Relationships
   • Trauma bond
   • Oldtown Flashbacks
   • Shame
   • Cousin Incest
   • Criston & Gwayne's Military Campaign
   • Denial of Feelings
   • Harrenhal Dreams Strike Again
   • Minor Criston Cole/Alicent Hightower
   • Heavy Angst
   • Dark
   • Degradation
   • Fingers in Mouth
   • Spitting in Mouth
   • Dry Humping
   • Grief/Mourning
   • Sexual Repression
   • Denying Sex as method of control
   • Gwaynston: Healthy Emotional Intimacy
   • Gwaynston: haters to friends to traumatized friends with benefits
   • Gwaymund: unresolved emotional tension and dark tags
   • Dom/sub Undertones
   • Ends with Gwayne in Tumbleton
   • Jealousy
   • Plot Heavy

   Summary

   Wanting someone he shouldn't is a deeply familiar experience for Gwayne.

   He doesn't go to war expecting to find desire. He goes because he's trying to escape it.

   In the mire, mud, and misery, he finds little salvation.

   "Everyone is someone's dog. Even if they don't want to be." Ser Criston coolly looked at him as they rode side by side. "I wonder, whose dog are you?"

   Gwayne sniffed, pretending his stomach didn’t just sour like bad mead. It took him a hair too long to answer. "Are we talking in circles? I must be my sister's, for here I am."

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