Uncle Ruckus Costume Novels & Stories

Neither would go over well. “Miss Sophia,” a man in a charcoal suit stepped into my path as I reached the doors. “Mr. Hartwell’s office is ready for you.” Of course. The will was the real reason I showed up in this funeral dress. Closure didn’t matter. Money did. I didn’t have enough left to pretend otherwise. I followed him into a sleek black car waiting at the curb, and twenty minutes later, I was sitting in a leather chair opposite my father's lawyer. A gray-haired, wrinkled bastard who looked like he belonged in a mafia movie.

“Come on, try wearing my shoes. Imagine your nephew standing you up while you sit wondering if it’s because you’re becoming too uncool for him.” *Uncool?* I hid a smile, not quite. My mother always said I was a young version of my uncle, except for the eyes. My uncle’s warm green was the only thing that seemed human about him. His salt-and-pepper hair slicked back didn’t diminish his image of control, that suit with three buttons popped open practically his signature. “Yeah,” I drawled, rolling my eyes. He chuckled, closing the distance to pull me into a bear hug, kissing my cheek. “I was one minute away from getting you down myself.”

I straightened my shoulders, fixed my expression, and stepped out to greet him. He climbed out slowly, as if the weight of his lies had started catching up to him. Martini De Luca, my father's eldest brother, always dressed like he was still in the glory days of the Mafia. Dark trench coat, leather gloves, polished shoes that had never touched dirt. And a cane he didn’t need, just another prop in his never-ending performance. “Nephew!” he bellowed, his arms outstretched. I forced a smile. “Uncle. You’re early.”

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 looks more furious than that. “Uncle, what the heck are you doing?” Seth snarled at his uncle with his hand on his chest, trying to calm himself from shock at the scene he witnessed. His uncle Simon is wearing all black, which makes him look like a ninja without a mask. He also has long, shoulder-length hair like a teen girl, a mustache, and a beard that hasn’t been shaved for ages. “What do you think I’m doing? Playing?” Simon said, annoyed by Seth’s sudden appearance. “Go pick up that chair and put it under me. I’m going to get off.”

Today is the day that I take the next step toward achieving my goal. When the doorbell rings, I clear my throat. "Come on in." Uncle Raven enters inside, his strides slow as he avoids putting too much strain on his stamina. His white hair is neatly styled, and he's dressed in the tuxedo he wears only on exceptional occasions. I'm not sure whether I should be happy or unhappy that he feels today is a special occasion. I get to my feet and kiss his knuckles. He gently strokes my hair with his other hand before releasing it. "Your mom would've been so proud of you."

Kiara kissed her forehead, smiling at her before I whistled. "And you, Zuzu, are going to steal the hearts of all the little boys out there." "I should hope not." Uncle El said, frowning slightly. "I keep forgetting that I'm going to have to give her away too…" "Oh baby, not today." Aunty Red replied, kissing him. She wore a duck egg coloured, net embroidered gown with a tulle net skirt, a slit up to her thigh and one ruched sleeve. Uncle El wore a grey pinstripe suit with a white shirt and black tie, looking almost as handsome as his son, yet was it bad that Liam took sexy to an entirely new level?

It made Chelsea wonder what kind of conversation Lena had with whoever in that office. “Are you okay?” She asked and Lena finally smiled. “Yeah,I'm fine. I'm trying to get a dress for my kid sister and it's driving me nuts.” She replied. Chelsea smiled as an idea formed in her mind. “What if we go out and search for a nice and decent dress for your sister? How old is she?” Chelsea asked as Lena's face registered shock. “Wait! What? You'll really do that for me?” Lena asked, patting her cheeks and blinking rapidly.

“I’m so happy for you. Did you say Uncle?” He slapped my back just as the clock started chiming. “Of course! You’re my brother in everything but blood. So it’s you. Grumpy Uncle Maddox. I’ve already decided you’re going to be Grumpy Uncle. Miserable Bastard Uncle when they’re a bit older.” “Fuck off, I’ll be the Cool Uncle, I mean, look at me,” I gestured and while the clock chimed we shared another tight, clinch of a hug. “Fucking love you man,” I whispered into his ear. “Don’t forget that.”

“Well, you’re my best friend. I know what makes him tick.” That night, I decided to go all in. I put on the sexiest outfit I owned, the one I’d been saving for a moment just like this. I even did my makeup with extra care. Luckily, Uncle wasn’t home when I snuck out, so he didn’t get a chance to see what I was wearing. If he had, he would’ve lost his mind.