swap gender


A gender-swapped version of “Cell Block Tango” from Chicago with Leslie Odom Jr, Ben Platt, Jeremy Jordan, Joshua Henry, Christopher Fitzgerald, and Walter Bobbie.

anonymous asked:

do you happen to know any genderbend viktuuri fanfics? I've been desperstely looking for them but haven't find any (゜´Д`゜)

Okay, so these fics are awesome. I haven’t found many, but there are a few! Let me know if you’ve seen some more that I should add on. Enjoy!

(This AMAZING fem!victuuri artwork is by @frosty-haddock! Check out their blog! This art was posted with permission, do not repost!)


Welcome Home by boysblush, Explicit, 6.1k
It’s been years since they moved in together, since their last Grand Prix, since they retired, since the wedding . All of this time has passed and Yuri still fangirls over her wife— the most beautiful and celebrated professional skater, Viktoria Nikiforov. LOVE OMG WOWOWOW

Words and Intention by euseevius, Teen, 3.7k
Katsuki Yuuri’s life, from the first time she sees Viktoriya Nikiforova on ice, to the first night in their shared apartment in St. Petersburg. Great fic!

Our Garden of Delights by boysblush, Explicit, 3.5k
Her and Viktoria have the whole day off, finally having the time they want to themselves. For Viky that was to go do some light shopping, but for Yuri, she just wants some quiet to catch up on reading. For a little while at least.

Hard out Here by Cornflower, Teen, 4.1k (WIP)
“Who are you working for? Russia, the Mafia?” Yuuri blurted, pulling out her gun and pointing it in the criminal’s direction in one smooth motion. “Oh Yuuri,” Viktoriya giggled, eyes dark and pupils blown wide, “if I told you that I’d have to kill you.” LESBIAN SPIES AU DO YOU HEAR ME SCREAMING

Frustrated Yuuri and naughty Viktoria by Blaubeere, Explicit, 3.2k
Viktoria can’t keep her hands off Yuuri even during an interview, and now Yuuri has had enough of the teasing. Fluff and smut!

[we] are unstoppable by DiAnna44, Mature, 6.7k (WIP)
Vik and Yuuri make history. As the first ever female w/female pairing to enter the pairs skating competition. Things happen. Thumbs up!

Self Indulgence by Shahrazaade, Explicit, 2.8k
It is a fact universally acknowledged that Katsuki Yuuri will take every opportunity to eat out her girlfriend, Victoria Nikiforova. Spicy!

вкусно by frangiblefealty, Explicit, 4.2k
“I’m surprised. Greedy little поросенок like you, I would expect more,” whispers Viktor, and kisses her. In which Yuuri gets caught doing what she’s been doing for years.


More volleybabes, because it’s hard to let go, haha… full Seijou squad!

So Jacob and queenie are cute. Really, they are! Love em, sincerely. But wouldn’t it be neat to break free of the not-conventionally-attractive-guy-lands-bombshell-girl trope for just a sec?
What about newt’s sidekick as a sweet, chubby, sorta bumbling and certainly golden hearted little brick house of a woman? Maybe, instead of a baker, let’s make her a shoemaker. Something worthy and productive to do with her hands that isn’t the drudgery of her job at the textile mill? Idk. Saved up her whole life to petition for a loan, hard working, probably navigating the politics of being a single bluecollar woman in her 30s at that time and doing great alone thankyouverymuch–

But then, see, Tina Goldstein has a brother.

and oh, man. This brother. A stunning younger brother with a head of golden curls, seraphim, so good looking that if woman-Jacob didn’t think she was dreaming before she knows beyond a doubt that she is now. He’s every inch a legilimense. You know the drill: gorgeous, floaty-breezy sweet-as-you-please, got Tina griping at him go put a shirt on when they get back to the apartment cause his bare chest is making their houseguests-cum-conspirators sweat under their collars. “You hungry, honey?” sweet and low, the brush of his one hand so grounding on the shoulder of this poor no-maj woman; the fact that his touch makes more sense than the last sweaty 24 hours put together should worry her but it doesn’t. He’s– he just– he’s lovely, and she has no idea why he’s leaning so close to her across the dinner table. He dabs his mouth with a napkin and her heart skips??? Doesn’t make sense.

“I’ve never met a no-maj like you before,” he says, eyes open, heart open, cradled in the fragrant-fresh steam of the strudel he whipped up right then and there, which also happens to be the best strudel she has ever fucking eaten and she’s a sensible woman but mercy Lewis

And the rest, as they say, is history.