Tanjiro Dad Dance Novels & Stories

He infuriates me further. My father used to say the same thing. I was big into tap dancing as a child. I begin to slowly shuffle my shoes. “What are you doing?” He steps out of the office. “Step shuffle jump, step shuffle jump, step shuffle jump.” I say as I tap out a buffalo step. “Wyatt stop!” I perform a quick high stepper dance for him. His face shows a slight amount of amusement when I finish.

“Thank you, Dad.” “You are my precious girl,” he murmured, and I rested my head gently against his shoulder, savoring the moment. A soft clearing of someone's throat interrupted us. I lifted my head and turned, only to find Uncle Pedro standing there, his gaze fixed on me. “May I have this dance?” he asked. “Oh, Pedro, yes you can.” my dad said with a knowing smile, releasing me into his care. “Of course,” I replied, my voice softer than I intended. Seeing him always brings joy to my heart and wow he looked so handsome being this close to me.

Then Dad steps forward, offering his hand. “Can I steal my daughter for a dance?” Caden releases me, but not without a wink and a butt squeeze (the heathen), and I laugh as I turn to my dad, who takes me gently into his arms like I’m still ten years old. “You ready, sweet girl?” “I’ve never been more ready.” The music changes. It’s soft, old-school. Classic dad-daughter vibes. But somehow it hits like a freight train.

"Thank you for accepting this. Accepting me." "Thank you for loving my dad. For being patient with our complicated family." "Every family is complicated. Yours is just more interesting than most." We hugged. She smelled like lavender and vanilla. Comforting. Maternal without trying to replace Mom. I could do this. We could be a family. Dad danced with Maya later. She stood on his feet while he swayed to the music. She giggled the whole time. "My little flower girl," he said. "Gamma dancing!"

“Make it quick. The dancing will start in ten minutes, followed by cake-cutting and dinner.” He walked away, and I rushed over to my dad, seated at a table with Josh’s parents. Although most of Eros’s employees from Krypton were there, there was no sign of Josh or Jordynn. Weren’t they invited? I ignored the curiosity and made my way to my dad. This was the only time I had with him. After the dance, there would be the cake-cutting, followed by dinner. Eros wouldn’t wait a minute. Aunt Charlene joined us as I pulled out a chair and sat beside Dad. “Did you take your medicines, Dad?”

"Excuse me, I gotta go." Their visions followed Gianna until she successfully left the apartment. Alastar's heavy sigh could be heard after. "I'm really sorry for not telling you... I was supposed to call a janitor to deal with the mess but I forgot," Alastar stepped closer and hugged her tight. "You do know that it's my birthday tomorrow, right?" "Yeah... I'm busy preparing all day for it." Catherine sighed and hugged him back.

Our relationship may never be acceptable to the people we love, but I do get my opportunity to dance like the bride just a moment later when the song ends. “All right everybody!” comes the deejay’s booming voice. “It’s Father’s Day tomorrow, and to celebrate, we’ve got the Daddy/Daughter dance for all the fathers and the daughters in the crowd. Come on up here, Bob! Let’s get you and the beautiful bride to kick it off.” The crowd claps and cheers as my dad’s red-faced partner gets up from the bridal party table. The new groom steps away from Sarah and shakes Bob’s hand before they switch off, then the lights lower and a slow ‘80s song with the words father figure in it starts playing.

"I don't just understand why you suddenly want to dance with me," "Well, say no more," I replied and tapped on Ed Sheeran's "Even my Dad Cries sometimes." "Even my dad cries sometimes?!" Finn exclaimed and burst into laughter. "Of all things to play, it's this?" "Can we forget about what he's saying and soak ourselves in the rhythm?" I placed a hand on his shoulder and drew close to him before snatching his free hand and placing it on my waist. He looked down at me with a small smile on his face. "Scar, I will fucking sing along with him and it would make this sudden dance less enjoyable,"

dad groans as I'm grabbing one of his legs to join his hands, "That hurts! Less tight." I lessen the rope a bit. "Dad, all I do is jazzercise. What makes you think I could help you?" Dean sighs, leaning against the doorway as he watches this. "Right," my dad sighs and finally gives up, "So, what? Are you really leaving me here?"

She said, "You are right, Daddy!" The man also had to practice the Wednesday dance with his daughter and felt embarrassed about dancing but had no choice. His wife was still on the road! "Daddy, should I dance like you?" Amelia questioned. "What do you mean, baby?" Evan clarified. "Like a stick, Daddy?" Amelia answered. Marcus laughed. A hiss left Evan's lips. 'Was I dancing like a stick?' Clearing his throat, the man said, "Well, isn't that Wednesday's character?"