《DNF Parent AU》

《Favourite Dad》

Prompt: The title is already self explanatory.

Parent AU

No one's POV

Every kid has their favourite parent.

And Clare had definitely made it known that she prefers her Daddy over her Papa.

She couldn't even spend a day without him.

To prove that, there were some times when Clare had to practically do anything to get George to stay with her.

Like that one time George had to go buy groceries, since they ran out.

"Bye, Dream!" George waved by the door, his keys and wallet in hand.

Dream waved back, but Clare was not happy to see George leave, even just for 30 minutes.

"Dada 'no leave!" she immediately ran towards him, tugging his pant leg.

George wasn't even out the door yet. Clare took this as an advantage for her height to lock and block the door, with both her arms by her side.

She even took Patches who was peacefully sleeping by the carpet as blockage, too.

Dream chuckled at this, "Sweetie, he'll be back quick, okay?"

"No! Wan' Dada to 'tay!" she stomped, but Dream refrained her from continuing it by carrying her on his hip.

Dream had to sadly watch her cry while seeing George exit their house, and it wasn't fun for him to try and calm her down on the couch with some of her toys and plushies while George was gone.

But it's a completely different story when Dream is the one to go out for a walk.

"Bye bye, sweetheart," Dream waved at her while getting his jacket on.

Clare only waved back, as she continued to draw and color on the table.

Dream let out a frown and dramatically crossed his arms while George couldn't contain his laughter behind her.

"Goodbye, Clare," Dream smiled, and even opened the door, "I'm going out now."

That's when she stood up and walked to him.

Dream thought his plan would work that Clare finally favours him, too.

But Clare only opened the door widely for him, and that's when George totally lost it.

"She still opened the door for you-" George laughed, his face turning red as a tomato.

Another thing is when the time Dream would pick her up from kindergarten when she was so used to George picking her up.

Clare walked out the door to some of her classmates' parents waiting, one of them being Dream.

When Dream saw her, he smiled and kneeled down to her.

"Hi honey, how was your day?" he asked, taking her mushroom backpack.

"Hi Papa, whewe Dada?" she asked, looking over both of his shoulders.

Dream knew Clare would ask that question.

"Well sweet pea," he sighed, "Dada is at work right now, so he told me to come pick you up,"

Dream has explained it to her, but she started whining, "Nooo, you lying, Papa!"

"Do you not like it when Papa is the one who'll pick you up everyday?"

"Noooo," she continued to whine.

Clare took his hand as they walked outside, headed to their car.

"Dada really not hewe, Papa?" she worriedly asked, and Dream nodded.