Tanjiro Father Dance Novels & Stories

I will have to talk to her about this later. My father takes me in his arms as the opening tune begins. He looks relieved, he’s probably the only happy wolf in the room at the moment. Smiling, I join him in the first dance moves as we swing across the big dance floor. "What's up, Dad? You look relieved," I tease him. He grins, his eyes are shining.

Carlos and I help Syl to his feet and place one of his feet on one of Carlos’s feet and the other on mine as we approach Fenice. “May I have this dance?” She sniffles and nods, then takes his hand as we step towards her. “Dance with My Father” by Luther Vandross plays in the background while they sway to the beat. I look down at Syl. He has tears streaming down his face. This moment means so much to him, and I am glad I got to be a part of it. Brandi Dad and I dance slowly, my eyes filled with tears. Today has been more than I could ever hope for, and I’m so happy.

"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,"

That reaction didn’t bode well for what awaited us tonight. Later, after finishing a dance with my father, she slipped out of the ballroom in a rush, her dress sweeping behind her like she was fleeing the scene. My father noticed too. He took his cane from one of his men and made his way over to me. His expression was unreadable. “Would you excuse us for a moment, Rico?” Father asked politely. Rico arched a brow but didn’t press. “I’ll dance with Isla.” With a curt nod, he crossed the room toward his wife, leaving Father and me standing together.

I cling to his shoulders while he sees me all the way through, right to the last little shiver. “Fuck.” He sighs against my lips. “When will this party be over?” “Not soon enough,” I pant, leaning against him as he puts me back together. The DJ then announces the father-daughter dance. “Are we leaving after this?” I ask, taking a long swig from a glass of ice water. “Yes, we are.” After I get my breath back, I give Tomás a sly smile. “You really are naughty, Professor.” He swallows, looking at the condensation that’s dripped from the glass and onto my chest. “You know,” he says thoughtfully. “I’ve always wanted to do that.”

And as my eyes fall on his frame, they first notice his ripped arms through the brown tux, and I swallow hard. Then, slowly, as my father leads me closer, and closer, I pull my gaze up to his face, defiance burning bright in my eyes. He looks good, drop-dead gorgeous. His black hair slicked back and ruffled in a rugged style, the top two buttons of his shirt undone. Finally a few feet away from him, my father leaves me with a dead kiss on my chin and walks back to his seat, and I turn fully to face my nemesis. “Well,” Lazaro steps close seconds later, the same insufferable smirk on his lips, “this is our first dance, why don’t we make the most of it?”

It was my one solid regret in my life, that I couldn’t apologise to my father and tell him that I loved him, that I loved him very much and that I was grateful for the sacrifices he had done for me but now I couldn’t. I kept dancing without stopping, tears rolling down my cheeks and by the time the dance came to an end, both my face and my makeup was already stained and Uncle Fred slowly patted my back. “I promise you, Amira, that your father is very proud of you and he’s happy to see how far you’ve gone. Today is such a happy day for you and nobody wants you to cry. The truth is we all want him to be here but he isn’t but he’s watching over you always and no matter how you two separate ways

he smiled as if realizing my worries, and grinning at him I whispered out a thank you through the onslaught of emotions. “So how long are you going to keep this old man waiting?” he grinned and taking his hand I followed him in. Seeing us dance Cain glared at his father. ‘I thought you were tired,’ he accused as he watched Alpha twirl me around making me laugh. ‘I was but Dad asked me to a dance and I couldn’t deny him,’ I grinned at him and he paused for a second at my words. “Is he bothering you?” Alpha asked smiling at me and shaking my head at him I watched him grin at his son and then increase the vigor of our dance as we matched the fast pace of the music.

my father thunders as I float in the air. A smile tugs at my lips. I feel invincible. As my feet touch the dancefloor once more, my powers begin to settle, no longer emitting blinding rays. My skin sparkles a mix of silver and gold whilst my white flames continue to blaze. My father gives me a proud look as his big, powerful hand comes down hard on my shoulder. I stare back at him, feeling nothing for this man. I don’t blame him for what he did, but I can’t just pretend it didn’t happen, although it looks like my mother wants nothing more as she gazes up at him adoringly, as if their last few years of squabbling were nothing.

"Anyway, Zara, you must stay for dinner. Father is joining us. He's been so excited to meet you." Zara felt her blood run cold. "Your father?" "Yes! He's been asking about you all week. Dante told him he found the most incredible dance instructor. Father said he's been looking forward to meeting you." Zara looked at Dante. His expression did not change, but something flickered in his eyes. A warning. A reminder. One month. One dance. Then you tell my father the truth. "I would be honored to meet your father," Zara said, forcing the words out.