Tanjiro Father Dance Novels & Stories

"Apparently, I'm not allowed to say no." "You could try." "I value my life." He pulled me close, one hand settling at my waist, the other holding mine. And he could dance. Really dance. Not the awkward shuffling I'd expected, but smooth, confident movements that made me feel like I actually knew what I was doing. "Where did you learn this?" I asked. "My father. Before he died, he insisted I learn. Said a man who couldn't dance was a man who couldn't be trusted." He must have had a good relationship with his father. He spoke fondly, sounding younger and less guarded.

, Raven complains accompanied with murmurs and I and Tareem hold back laughter. Mr Tyrone is introducing me to some personnels like Presidents, Ministers, Businessmen, Philanthropists, etc. A soothing music is playing and we majestically turn and see professional dance as everyone watch with blood or wine in their hands. With time others join as they dance with their partners. They dance this slow dance. I smile as I enjoy how they sway their hips and how they manage not to step on each other. I look forward and see my dad dance with the woman from the vision. They stare at each other with so much love and respect as everyone enjoys their performance. Their eyes never leave each other and my

His hand falls on Nicoli’s shoulder to force him to turn. “Hey!” Nicoli protests quickly, but Father just smiles. “I’ll wait for another chance. Nicoli? Come, let’s find ourselves, new partners.” “But-” Nicoli huffs and throws me a look, but he’s lost the fight. “Fine.” He droops his head and pushes along. “You two have fun.” Father nods to both of us before turning to head straight. I watch them move to stop in front of a girl. Nicoli bows and takes her hand. He will dance with her.

I suspected they were caught up somewhere in the center. The music swelled, signaling another partner change, and I twirled away from a portly gentleman in a tuxedo, only to find myself face to face with none other than my father. Fantastic. His hands came up to grasp mine as the dance dictated, and I had no choice but to follow the steps with him, otherwise it would just raise eyebrows. And judging from the way his hands desperately gripped mine, it seemed he had no intentions of letting me go so soon.

The voice told me all I needed to know. Someone had come to save. And it wasn't Santino Ravazzani. He began carrying me up the stairs. “My father has seemed to act like a bastard today.” he said, voice low and laced with disappointment. "My father can be a real b*st*rd sometimes." The words were spoken quietly, as if he were speaking to himself. "You are Nico." I hiccuped into the rough skin of his throat, tears still leaking from my eyes. "I am. You must be Anastasia Mancini."

A guy in the dark stepped on the light and screamed “Are you ready people?!” People screamed their heart out as the guy started to sing a familiar song. “If I could get another chance Another walk, another dance with him I'd play a song that would never ever end How I'd love, love, love to dance with my father again, ooh” Miana sang her heart out. Little did she know, she’s crying while singing. Gracel went near her and held her hand tightly. She looked at her and whisper, “Thank you”. “When I and my mother would disagree

“Oh dear. My apologies. I think we've danced enough.” I don't wait for his reply or refusal as I move out of his arms and step away only to be cornered by another willing dancer. Damnit. “Will you have this dance with me?” I stare at him, about to turn him down, when Father’s words ring in my head, and as I turn, I see Father staring at me intently. “I'm sorry but my feet are sore from dancing all night. You wouldn't want to dance while I'm not at my best right?”

Rowan danced with Mother, and I looked up to see Father in front of me, hand extended. “May I have this dance?” he asked. I smiled, maybe my first genuine smile of the day, and slipped my hand into his. As we moved across the floor, he said softly, “Happy birthday, baby.” “Thank you, Daddy but I’m not a baby anymore,” I pouted. He chuckled. He didn’t need to ask how I felt he knew. His voice brushed against my thoughts, so all the Lycan’s ears wouldn’t have to listen. ‘You don’t have to feel pressured into doing anything you don’t want to do.’

I nodded and promised her that I would. "If I'm not interrupting anything, I'd like my woman to dance with thank you," I noticed that my wife was in the arms of my father dancing to a father daughter dance. We made it official that Fermino would give her away to me and my dad would give her the father daughter dance because she thought of him as her father as well.

“Don’t think about that, Uncle. Geena and I have a long… history together. Time heals all wounds.” “That’s why I’m happy to see you here. It’s a good start. And I’m so… so happy to see you with someone who… can heal you. Then hopefully, someday, you may forgive what Geena did to you, so you two can start all over again.” This time, I couldn’t help tears from rolling down my cheeks. Uncle Jack had to wipe them away with his thumb. “Now, now dear. You don’t want to ruin your makeup.” We had a fat laugh as we headed off the dance floor. I danced with my father next. He too expressed his glee at seeing me on my feet.