Uncle Ruckus Costume Novels & Stories

“Oh, you’re here too, son.” She raised her hand, beckoning someone forward. “Your uncle is here, come and greet him.” I turned around. He stood there calmly, a black jacket draped over a crisp white shirt, the collar slightly undone, like appearances had never mattered much to him. His hazel eyes met my gaze without flinching. A lazy smirk tugged at River’s lips. “Good evening, Uncle.”

I ask as I watch his eyes widen. But before he could say another word, a rather familiar body came into view. "I can't wait!" The person says with a smirk on his face as he rubs his palm together, in a way that is supposed to look…..evil? "OMG! Pickles!" I scream as I run to hug him. Cackling when he releases a groan as we both fall (well, he took the hardest fall) on the carpet. I hear Uncle Ty mutter a "busted," under his breath.

“Wait—you’re the guy on the motorcycle from the other day!” He smiled, his eyes crinkling behind a large mask. His voice was warm and teasing as he said, “Guilty as charged.” Before I could say more, Xander tugged at my sleeve. “Sister, you misunderstood. He’s Nancy’s uncle.” Nancy’s uncle? I blinked, confused, just as a little girl in a puffy dress came running up. She held cotton candy identical to the one I’d kicked away. “Uncle, why are you lying on the ground?” she asked, her big eyes wide with surprise.

he winks at me. “It’s perfect uncle. Thank you.” I hug my uncle, trying my best to not cry. I hand Carrie the hair comb and she finds the perfect spot for it. “The veil will go under this comb. It’ll be perfect. It’s as if it was made for your veil Davina,” says Carrie. “Now for the dress. Sorry Mr. Ortiz. I’ll need you to step out.” “I better get going then. I’ll meet you at the bottom of the stairs darling.” Uncle gives me a quick kiss on the cheek and hugs the girls before leaving.

I smiled back at her. "Yeah I agree with her" uncle Richard said with a pleased smile. "Did you like my surprise?" dad asked while hugging me from the side. "Yes very much," I said with a faint smile. Don't get me wrong I'm happy to see uncle and aunty here but dad could have at least should have given me little hints. So I could have changed it into something appropriate. I was wearing a hoodie with only my bra inside and a pair of shorts. I once more smiled and moved my eyes behind them to find out no one was there.

“He heard about our guests.” I could hear the footsteps coming closer and closer to the room we were in, and when the man walked in, I was a little speechless. I don’t know what I expected considering this was a fairy kingdom. But my uncle was a large man. I just knew he was my uncle, and he stood tall, big muscles bulging from under his tight costume. His long hair was loose on his shoulders, and he was dressed in training gear by the looks of things. He looked downright terrifying.

“I’m ready to impress a crowd,” Rue stood down there with a bright smile. “You look splendid,” “So do you,” she was wearing a black turtleneck top with a pair of black jeans with embellished crystals and rhinestones. She looked like a 90s punk rock kid and it really suited her. “Come on then. Let’s go, we’ll see you later uncle Kieran,” “Oh,” his dad ran to him and wrapped his neck in a warm red woolen scarf. “See you later Rue. Take good care of my son.”

~ODETTE If there was one thing I knew about demon men. . . Then it was the fact that amusing and daring actions always seemed to intrigue them. My first act of defiance was to wear a black dress to my own wedding. Some saw it as bad luck, others— a direct disrespect to them but to the Demon Uncle Rafael. . . I hoped he would see it as an intriguing and welcoming act. I stepped out of my room and graciously descended the stairs in my black dress. I had initially planned to wear it to my first appearance as Wolf Queen but that wasn't happening anymore.

“Why don't you tell your uncle about it? “It’s nothing serious, Mum,” Julian said quietly like he was embarrassed. “Don’t be silly,” She chuckled. “It’s nothing interesting, Mum,” He said firmly. “I don't want to bore him.” “Unsolved cases would not bore me,” I said, leaning my elbows on the table. I could see his breath hitch in his throat. “Try me,” I raised my brows.

“Oy, Cassey! Will you really be fine going there in your dress? I heard the dress your mother gave was torn. Are you ready for the scolding you could receive?” I glanced at my uncle. How could he worry about me so much, when the dress he’s wearing is also older than my Lola? “We are just doing the same, Kuku. Look, we’re both wearing heirlooms.” He laughed. Well, I know him. He must have given half of his fortune for his wife’s dress. Besides the ‘heirloom’ he’s wearing is not too worn- out. Only the family would notice. “Young Master, we have arrived.”