Tanjiro Father Dance Novels & Stories

He holds my face between his palms before taking my lips in a toe-curling kiss. "What's that for?" I ask after the kiss ended. "Just felt like tasting your sweet lips." He replies with a smirk making me giggle. "Can I have this dance with you, beautiful lady?" Dad asks standing in front of us. "She is all yours." Giovanni answers while I put my hand in Dad's outstretched hand. The DJ plays the song 'Daughter' by Loudon Wainwright III in which Dad and I perform the 'Father-Daughter' dance. After the performance, everyone join us on the dance floor to dance their heart out.

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.

His hand felt firm against my waist and I wished he’d leave a little space between our body, because being pressed up against him right now was unnerving me making me nervous. We didn’t exchange a word throughout the dance, and I fled to a restroom as soon as the dance was over. I really couldn’t catch a breath because I was called on almost immediately to dance with my father. “Xavier will definitely tame that wild beast inside of you.” Dad murmured as we moved together. I squared my shoulders and jutted my chin. “You had better wish him luck then.” Dad glared at me and his grip on my waist began to tighten while he glared at me.

I follow her, song after song, bottle after bottle. "This is so relaxing. Thank you Ander. You're the only one that still cares about me." I smile. "You're the only one that still cares about me too." She kisses my forehead before we continue dancing. She trips a few times, but it's all for the laughs. I wish this moment could last forever, but I'm too greedy. My father throws the door open, shouting my name over the loud music. "Woah. The prodigal father returns."

Felt too vulnerable under his unashamed scrutiny. He wasn’t smiling or frowning. He was just standing there, witnessing me dance for the moon, but again, for some reason, I felt like I was dancing for him. Something was definitely different about this man. When my dance ended, I took a bow. The crowd erupted into cheers. I stole a look at the man again and he wasn’t in that spot anymore. “Perfect, my daughter! Perfect!l” my father exclaimed. “I had no doubt God Anubis will accept your offering.”

Oh, those two little devils. "If he ever makes you cry, or cheats on you, or hurts you– you know your way back to our house, Demani..." her father said emotionally as he danced with her on the makeshift stage surrounded by tables. It was their father-and-daughter dance, and he was holding her tightly, like he didn’t want to let her go. “Dad... I believe Van wouldn’t do that to me. At least not intentionally.” “I hope so. And I do trust him, my child.” Her father smiled again, his eyes full of emotion. “Ahh, you look so beautiful today, Demani. I can no longer see my baby girl in you.”

My breath caught, my chest tightening as the reality settled in fully, impossibly, making everything feel like it was moving beneath me. His father. I slept with my fiancé’s father. This couldn’t be real. The dizziness came fast, overwhelming, and I instinctively held onto Ryan, my fingers gripping him tightly, because I was certain that if I let go, I would collapse right there in front of everyone. “No, we haven’t met,” his father said calmly. His gaze never leaving mine. “Nice to meet you, Elara.”

This was a side of Dante I'd caught glimpses of, but hearing his daughter speak about him with such affection made it real in a way nothing else could. He's a good father. Devoted. Present. Everything I never had. The applause faded, and music began playing again, slow and romantic. Arielle bounded over to us, her face flushed with excitement. "Dad, dance with me?" She held out her hand. Dante stood without hesitation, taking her hand in his. "Of course, principessa." I watched as they moved to the center of the dance floor. Dante held his daughter with gentleness, with care. She rested her head against his chest, and he pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

The distance between us wasn’t great, but the bouquet ritual had drawn me aside, and our acquaintances were quick to take advantage of the moment. “My dear,” my father said, gently blocking my path with a warm smile. A beautiful melody filled the hall as he extended his hand. “Will you allow an old man one dance?” I cast a languid glance toward Egor and, receiving that same devouring, adoring look in return, nodded. “Of course, Dad.”

My father was called up to the stage next, along with his wife and other daughter he also gave a warm speech as well. The drinking and eating began along with other events. I’ve always been light headed and after drinking a glass of wine, I felt a bit tipsy, but I was fine. It was finally time for the last part of the day's event— the ball dance. We all made our way to the stage in pairs. Men on one row and ladies on the other. At the sound of the violin, we took a bow and a step forward, placed our hands in proper places and the music erupted.