Performer AU and Hair brushing/braiding – any ship you feel like writing but you know I’m nudging for Supercat or Swan Queen if you feel it.

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So I ended up writing a fic because of course I did. I may also have a Swan Queen version started too. Oops? 

But here’s SuperCat! Performer AU = Broadway AU in this particular instance.

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“Why is it that you show up to the stage door every night looking like a homeless person? Are you a homeless person?”

Kara startles at the sound of someone at the dressing room door and spins around to catch sight of Cat, standing there staring her down. “M-miss Grant!” She squeaks in surprise, not even catching what Cat has said. She is the last one in the dressing room, everyone else having already headed out.

Cat’s eyes move over Kara’s body, taking in the beat up old Converse shoes, the leggings, the hoodie that dwarfs Kara’s frame, and the beanie shoved onto her head. “My god, you really do look like you’re homeless. Honestly, Kiera, what is that outfit?”

“Uh, it’s actually Kara, Miss Grant. And um, I don’t know what –“

Cat sighs, as though this discussion that she started is the biggest waste of her precious time. “How do you expect anyone at stage door to recognize you, let alone want to take a photo with you when you leave looking like that?”

“Oh.” Kara glances down at herself and then back at Cat, immaculately dressed with her hair somehow looking perfect despite the wig she wears in the show and her stage make up removed and replaced with perfect contouring and shading. Kara thinks that she could understand why some people hate the self-proclaimed Queen of Broadway if she wasn’t so damn amazed by her. “I – I’m not someone people really want to see at the stage door, Miss Grant. I mean, everyone is there to see you so –“

“And no one will ever be there to see you if you don’t start acting like you’re a star. I see what you do on that stage every night, Kiera. You have real talent. But you’re never going to go anywhere if you don’t start acting like you know it. So buck up and for god’s sake, start dressing better.”

With that, Cat is gone in a whirl of perfume and Kara can only stare after her. “Yes, Miss Grant.”

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