Tanjiro Dad Dance Novels & Stories

I’m walking on air. “Dad it’s time for the opening dance,” I smile at him. And reach out for his hand. The Music starts to play. It’s a song called “I Loved Her First.” He has danced with all of us to this song. As the music plays my dad takes me to the dance floor. “I guess I won’t have the same conversation with you as I did with your sisters.” “What conversation was that?” I smile at him. He is only slightly taller than me so in heels I can look him in the eye.

Oh no, Tiffany, who asked you to talk now. My dad pulls down his glasses to look in Tiffany's direction. "And why are you still here?" "I'm so sorry, sir." She scrambles from her seat and exits the house, slamming the door behind her. My dad starts standing up, and I've had enough; I dare stand up too and challenge him. "No, dad, it's not final. I want to dance."

I frowned deeper, reading his body language, trying to read him but he was closed off tightly, nothing, no emotions. “Now we dance. My daughter is getting mated, we need to celebrate, more music!” Father shot out, pulling me from my thoughts. “Father no.” I cried out, he was supposed to be in bed, not dancing. “Come on,” He called out, standing up. I rushed to hold out my arm so he could find support there. He fully stood up, all the men clapping and roaring out in excitement. I shook my head, we going down to the dance square at the other side of the room. I loved dancing but I don’t know why I was suddenly so nervous.

He grabs her hands adding, "Please come, my friend. Already, I'm starving. He turns to face his father and pulls her hand violently, screaming, I'm sorry, Dad. Ericka isn't permitted to dance with men yet and is starving. We are both fanciful and lively like small children, but she is still too young to dance with you.” Teddy continues, looking serious. "To be honest, Dad, Ericka, and I are just having fun and practicing our dancing, but we are getting weary already. You had better locate another that fits your stature.”

"But let's be real. The highlight wasn't the speech. It was the dance." The air at the table shifted infinitesimally. I stiffened, focusing very hard on cutting a piece of chicken. "I don't know how you stayed put, Dad," Treyvan said, leaning toward Dad. "Cici looked like an angel, pure as driven snow, and Zacian looked like the devil planning exactly how to corrupt her." Dad’s fork paused halfway to his mouth. "Zacian knows how to dance, Treyvan. It’s a requirement of his pedigree."

I try to act less scared when I feel his hard gaze on my body. I forced a smile on my face for the young men my father was introducing me to, with nothing but fear that couldn't be detected by any of them. "Shiley, you should go get ready for the dance," my dad said, and I stared at him confusedly. "Da….dance?" I asked him a question, and he stared at me with anger visible in his eyes. "Don't tell me you'll forget about the dance so soon." My dad said to make eye contact with me, and I knew he didn't want me to try asking any further questions.

Abruptly, Zoro walked over to father, not caring that he was having his first dance with his wife. Dad stopped dancing as he looked at Zoro holding a deep scowl. "What's it?" Dad asked him a little harshly Zoro leaned in and muttered something under his breath. "What could be so urgent that he interrupted Uncle's first dance?" Dante muttered, asking his father with a scowl. Instead of answering, Uncle darted his eyes on all faces. His gaze stopped on me and he let out a soft exhale. "If I'm not mistaken, someone has died." Uncle said with a deep frown on his forehead.

She was legally his daughter for fuck's sake. "From now on, do not wear jeans or a top. You will only wear dresses and skirts," Archer said pinching the bridge of his nose. "Okay daddy," as soon as those words reach his ears, Archer felt a twitch in his dick. What was happening with him today? How could he feel aroused by his own adopted daughter? Was it because he didn't get laid for some weeks now?

Aunt Mia walked up to me, grabbing my hands. "How about a dance with me, kiddo?" I beamed with joy, looping our arms together. Angel walked up to my dad, grabbing his hand. "Care for a dance with me, UNCLE Brandon?" My eyes widened. I watched as my dad's eyes did the same but softened, his hand closing around hers, lifting it to his lips to place a kiss. "I'd love to." We were all smiles, swaying on the dance floor. "I'm so happy I didn't have to kill him."

I was expecting a whole-ass lecture on the importance of keeping my five-wolf nature a secret or something. Oh well, I'll go with what I get. "I will, Dad." I blurted with a smile before stretching out my arms and hugging him. He hugged me back and we just stood there silently, forgetting about the music and party going on around us. After some seconds, we let go of each other and my father chuckled. "So, have you always been such a good dancer, or has this man enchanted you so much to the extent that you can follow his every move?" He asked, giving me a wink soon after.