Costume Drama AU | Game of Thrones - The Lannisters
The Interwar Period #2 
The day he came home from the war, she knew their life would never be the same. She didn’t care whether her father wanted to marry her to that Stark-boy, she didn’t care whether Timothy knew about them and Cecille didn’t care whether James would ever fully heal again. Leicester Hall was her home, and no one would ship her off to leave her twin behind. She had thought she had lost him forever, that he had died without her in a trench somewhere in France. She would never let him go again.
Lancel becomes a talented and famous actor, discovered by his amazing portrayal of Doctor Edward Kirk in the video game movie adaptation of Dino Crisis. But despite his new fame, he remains humble and nice, which make people like him even more.
Submitted by Marina
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AU in which Jaime died in the Riverlands after he lost his hand and has returned to haunt Cersei
Title : Separated By Silence
Author : behindtheshades - currently accepting fanfiction requests
Characters : Jaime Lannister, Cersei Lannister
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It’s like waking up from a deep sleep, Jaime thought. Only I haven’t, I’ve merely opened my eyes.
He climbed the stairs, trailing a few feet behind the pair of women shrouded in grey, clumps of mist and fog given human form. They held a chest between them, a cumbersome oak thing with dull brass handles and corners chipped and dented from their journey. Jaime knew he’d made the journey with them, he knew he’d came from where he had been to where he was now, yet the details escaped him like petals scattered to the wind. The stairs were familiar, the stone had worn away in the centre, a reminder of those they had carried and those who had climbed. Though he climbed behind the silent figures, he did not feel the strain in his legs nor the scuff of the sole of his boots. The shuffle of feet was there but it was of four feet not six, the laboured breathing from those he followed and yet he moved, not sure why or how but he followed.
All That Glitters Is Gold
Summary: Lannister Studio is one of Hollywood’s biggest film studios, spearheaded by the patriarch of the Lannister pride-I mean family-Tywin. The studio’s three biggest assets are Tywin’s children (can you say ‘nepotism’?); Tyrion, the screenwriter who’s just as at home in a seedy downtown L.A. bar as he is at a glitzy Beverly Hills party, Jaime the director, with golden hands for directing and was mentored by the great Arthur Dayne himself, and last but certainly not least Tywin’s eldest, Cersei; with a golden halo of hair, eyes like emeralds and a smile like a hungry lioness she rakes in all the big bucks with her movies and out of this world acting talent. If ever there was a family to remember, it’s the Lannisters.
While drinking his third glass of champagne, it suddenly occurred to Tyrion Lannister how surreal his life was. Here he was, a dwarf with stubby legs, mismatched eyes and hair, and a forehead that jutted further forward than a forehead should. By all accounts, he was not a handsome man. Far from it. And yet here he was, at a party in Beverly Hills, rubbing shoulders with the beautiful elite of Hollywood society. Of course, he knew that he was only there because of his last name; Lannister. People jumped up to do whatever they could for you when you’re a Lannister. Hell, the way some people acted, you’d think they were royalty.
Well, they wouldn’t be wrong about that. If ever there was royalty in Hollywood, the Lannisters were certainly that. Sure, the Targaryens held sway and could make and break careers just as easily as other people spoke or drank, but that didn’t mean the Lannisters were a family to be ignored. Ever since Tyrion’s father Tywin rebuilt his father’s mining company from the ground up and branched out into Hollywood (the sign still read Hollywoodland back then), everyone had been paying attention to this family full of beautiful green eyed blondes.
Irish Mythology AU
submitted by lannartellsealady
Lann Caisleán(Lann Castle ; kahsh-lawn) is one of the oldest families residing in Ulster, Northern Ireland. This province is the seat of battle valour, of haughtiness, chivalrous honour, purity and nobility, luxury, music, wine, strife and boasting; their queens and kings, lords, ladies and knights are the fiercest warriors of all Emerald Isle, their bards and Druids – the wisest and most eloquent. Furthermore, Old Goddesses are associated with battlefield (The Morrígan – phantom queen, Macha, Bodb), as well as death, for it is the Mother Earth who gives life, but also it is her who welcomes her Children back.
House Lann Caisleán is no exception. Founded by Lann the Clever upon the arrival of Tuatha Dé Danann in Ireland, ie Children of the Mother Goddess Danu, it has quickly gained a glorious reputation. They say that Lann, instead of other Tuathas, won the battle of conquest with nothing but his wits, successfully swindling lands for new castles. As a prize, Sun god Lugh and Sun goddess Áine allowed him to take the gold from their hair.
From then, bountiful abundance has been bestowed on golden-haired scions of Lann Caisleán. Mighty stone castle overlooks the sea; and also, holds fabulous treasures that bear witness to their ancestral wealth. Among them are gold artifacts, jewellery, ancient books and manuscripts, sharp steel swords with gold hilts, sweet-sounding harps, wine cellars, finest silk, gold thread embroidered garments, glass tableware, chests of rubies and magnificent gold-plated steel armour. All of these are rewarding results of tireless, self-sufficient hard work, mainly gold mining; and not of war-mongering, barbaric plunder, foolish thirst for riches or parasitic idleness. Apparently, rumours claiming that the spirit of Lann the Clever still haunts every corner of this castle might be true after all. Now the current lord, Teimhnín (dark; Tyev uh neen) rules alongside his children, —- since his beloved wife, “right hand” Laoise (radiant girl; Leesha) has passed away —- the oldest daughter Ceara (fiery red; Kyara), her twin brother Áinle (warrior hero; Anlyeh) and the youngest son Tighearnach (lord; Teer nakh), also known as the “Dwarf” or the “Imp”. Teimhnín’s main goal is to ensure even more glory for his own House and province. He, as wells as his siblings Comhghall (fellow hostage; Kow all) and one of his children Laoidheach (poetic; Lee ach), Gaimhreadhán (wintry; Gav rawn), Gráinne (inspiring awe; Grawn yeh) and Tadhg (poet; Tyg) strive together to maintain old grandeur. While most of the time living like a gloomy hermit, he does travel for making deals with other provinces, especially with the Kingdom of Meath, land of stewardship, where lies the Hill of Tara, traditional seat of the Hight King of Ireland. Ceara, a fierce and proud lady of the Lann Caisleán is, according to many, one of the most beautiful women in whole Éirinn, swift and strong as her mare Macha; they call her a wild Irish rose, given that she often bathes in rose water. Ceara often wears bedazzling scarlet dresses and shoes, gold jewellery (torc among them) and carries her most cherished item at her waist: a dagger called “Mórrígan” which means “great queen.” This is the Goddess she prays for and drives strength from. Like her father, she prides herself to be an Ulsterite and above all, wishes the prosperous life for children. Áinle, Ceara’s twin brother and the spitting image of his sister, is thought to be the second incarnation of Cú Chulainn, legendary hero. Had anyone not known that Teimhnín is his father, he would have been mistaken for god Lugh himself, with golden armour and waving hair. Not interested in neither court intrigues, nor titles, he’s completely in his own elements only when he fights or secretly gains Ceara’s chambers at night. And last, but not least, Tighearnach the Imp. Admired by many for his wits and hilarious jests, but scorned by some because of his “deformity.” Tighearnach has been considered by his father as unfit for any high title, moreover – kingship, because every High King must be free of blemish or crippleness; which is obviously not the case. Regardless, Teimhnín’s stiff idea has basically no effect on him. Ever cheerful, wine cup in hand, he frequently rubs shoulders with bards. More often than not, the ladies who have been in his company turned out to be the Goddesses, much to his surprise and also, reverential delight. Tighearnach envisages to take the half of the wealth and inheritance after his father’s death, so that he’ll gain long-desired recognition along his two siblings. Finally, here and there, some people whisper that Ceara and Áinle are more than just siblings. Not only this, three golden-curled offspring : oldest son Garbhán (rough; Gar vawn), middle daughter Muirne (festive; Mwir nyeh) and youngest son Tómmán (small hill; Tome awn) are claimed to be born from their forbidden union! Strange associations Áinle – Lugh – Áine strikes even more salacious curiosity among the smallfolk. Although, gossip remains a gossip. Druids, while not necessarily condoning such act, nevertheless recall the legendary King Eochaid, who slept with his daughter, whom he mistook for her mother. The daughter gave birth to another High King Conair when being brought up by a herdsman and his wife. After all, weren’t they told by the Gods that House Lann Caisleán would always stand tall? And that even if it had to submit to the destructive waves of Time, it would be ended with dignity?
Game of Thrones Snow White inspired AU - The Fairest of Them All
The evil queens are the princesses that were never saved.
The prophecy spoke of a younger and more beautiful queen to overthrow Queen Cersei. The Necromancer offered a solution - the heart of the young maiden. The Huntsman was not hard to convince to take up the quest, as the Queen had always held his heart as well. And the Princess soon discovered that a Dwarf could easily be the Prince she had waited for so long.
1979. Because even a stunted, twisted, ugly little boy can look down over the world when he`s seated on a dragon`s back.
Title: The Lion`s Den
Characters: Tyrion Lannister, Sandor Clegane, Brienne of Tarth, Podrick Payne, Robb Stark, Sansa Stark, Theon Greyjoy, Arya Stark, Rickon Stark, Bran Stark, Loras Tyrell, Ros, Margaery Tyrell, Renly Baratheon, Khal Drogo, Gendry Waters, Meera Reed, Jojen Reed, Dagmer Cleftjaw, Jaime Lannister, Stannis Baratheon.
Summary: Adventures of Tyrion Lannister: Apartment Landlord and Superintendent
Costarring multiple love-struck idiots that need to get over themselves, many lovely young ladies, a burn victim security guard, a master kickboxer-custodian, a stuttering desk boy, and far too many people with the surname Stark. Among others.
Tyrion personally liked whenever he was able to rent the family apartments to actual families. Nothing against gaggles of college students but he couldn’t have Brienne need to fix two toilets and three sinks every single weekend without paying her more than he made himself.
Still, Robb Stark had enough for a whole year of rent in advance for him and his siblings and hopefully between him and the other college-aged two there’d be more rent afterwards. Plus when did Tyrion ever get a deposit for six dogs? The fuzzballs seemed well-trained if you asked him, so no trouble on that end.
But the best part of selling to a family was watching them try and move in. Hilarious.
1978. Because their house sigil, the lion, even suits the way they look. The curly golden blonde hair that they have in the books is as close to a lion’s mane as a human can have, they are known for being wealthy, with lots of gold, which suits the fact that their hair is golden. They pretty much grow gold out of their heads.
Submitted by mintyrainbow
Game of Thrones as a Steampunk story
steampunk dragon by petecson here