Uncle Ruckus Costume Novels & Stories

What a way to have fun. Uncle can be very impossible to please when we go out. First it's going to start with my dress and then it's going to go down to my makeup. I don't want him spoiling this special day so I have to dress the way he likes. I picked a pink slim fit dress and a white sneaker, my socks and my undies after which I wrapped my hair in a messy bond before I went to have my bath. I was finally out of the bathroom, I towelled my body, applied my facials and lotion and then went ahead to apply a little makeup. Just a little because I didn't want him reprimanding me for using so much makeup.

“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.”

"Our giggling." "What the f uck", Risa mumbled silently to me. "I don't mean to disrespect but is your Uncle crazy?" I immediately covered up her mouth and pulled her beside me. "Are you having a death wish?" I whispered back to her. "Yes, he is crazy." Risa bit her lips, trying to suppress her laughter from him. "I can hear the whispering," Uncle Erick scolded and we snapped our heads to him, finding him still having his distant memories.

When I finally went downstairs for breakfast, my uncle took one look at me and burst into laughter. “Why… why are you dressed like a banker?” he asked between fits of laughter. I couldn’t make out half of what he was saying, but I knew he was making fun of my clothes. “The clothes are fine; they’re not that bad,” my dad said as he entered the house from his morning workout. “I can never escape you, can I?” I said, shaking my head at my uncle. “Don’t listen to your dad. Wear something casual, a bit flashy,” my uncle advised.

"Where are we going, Axe?" I asked, surprised to see him dress me up like a wonder woman in a tight all-black outfit, for the inside. The outside of my body is covered in a fiery red dress, where the fabric legs dangle down. "Party. Witnessing your uncle's destruction." My uncle's destruction... He doesn't bear the name Xandersis, does he? Should I do it?

What the fuck? “We will get him next time,” someone says as they enter my room. “Who the fuck dares enter without knocking?” I retort, swiftly spinning around and thanking heavens I haven’t taken off my vest. It’s one of the reasons I even wear it underneath my shirts for situations like this. I can’t fucking have people seeing what they aren’t supposed to. “That’s no way to speak to your uncle, boy,” Uncle Leo says, walking up to me. “Hello, Uncle,” I greet, discarding my pants and tossing them onto the same pile as my shirt.

“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.

~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.”