The Venture Bros Oneshot Collection

The Bellicrose Proxy (Pete White x Rusty'sSister!Reader)

AN: Hey, look, smut with plot!

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"He just ran away didn't he?" Brock said in almost a deadpanned tone, still holding the paint gun as he glanced over at Billy and Rusty.

You frowned, an aggravated sigh escaping your lips as you stood to your feet. "Yeah, and he was crying," you said, biting your lip gently as you started to walk away from the group. "You guys get Billy in shape, and I'll handle that handsome idiot."

"Wait, did she just-," Billy started, glancing between Rusty and Brock.

You walked down the halls, your movement as stealthily as you possibly could handle as you moved towards the sound of the albino male's sobs. With a frown atop your lips, you gazed upon the man undetected, your heart falling into your stomach as you did. As Rusty's sister, you had more than your share of archings in the past, and had been called in at the point that Rusty moved to New York to assist with getting Ven-Tech back on its feet. The sight of the albino male in a ball, in tears, seemed to bring a tightness to your heart.

Striding closer, you leaned down to his level as you reached a hand forward to move his white locks from his reddened crimson eyes. As your hand met his soft locks, the man flinched back, falling right on his ass with his crimson eyes widened at you. Frowning, you crouched down, attempting to reach your hand out again gently, before forcing a smile against your lips. "Hey, it's just me," you said in a soft tone, a soothing tone. "I'm not going to shoot you with anything."

"That's just what you'd want me to think!" he said dramatically, throwing his hands up in the air as he spoke.

You stared at him with a deadpan stare, before bringing your fingers to pinch the bridge of your nose. "I'm not Brock, or my idiotic brother," you said with a sigh. "Have I tried testing you all day?"

"No," Pete said in a defeated tone, crossing his arms against his chest.

With a gentle smile against your lips, you moved to hold your hand out once more, though you stood to your feet as you did. "Exactly," you replied. "So, come on, gorgeous. Let's get you over to my room and get you all washed up."

"This isn't a trick, is it?" he replied with a quirked brow as he stared up at you. At the point that you shook your head, he took your hand and stood to his feet. Though he had already been at his feet, you hadn't let go of his hand as the two of you made your way through the Ven-Tech building, until the two of you made your way to your room. "So, what, you're not helping with the arch?"

You dragged him to your personal bathroom, sitting him down as you moved to clean off his jacket. "Don't get me wrong, White," you said in a stern tone. "I am, but I'm helping you. The training my brother has you under is a little extreme." A soft laugh escaped your lips as you moved away, using stain remover on his jacket before moving to hang it up. "You have a level one arch, and you're being trained like someone's going to be ready to shoot the two of you. The guild has protocol, and though you shouldn't feel like you're completely safe, it's all a little extreme. They're preparing you for like a six or higher."

"Why don't you, ya know, just get them to stop then?" White replied with a quirked brow as he followed you from the bathroom to your bedroom, sitting down on your bed as you stood beside it. "If you don't believe we need this-."

"I said I'd handle you," you replied with a shrug. "There's only so much I can do, and it's not like they're actually doing any harm. I've only experienced level four to six on my own, but since I've been out here..." You found yourself chuckling as you moved to sit beside White on your bed, placing your head in your hand as your leg was folded upwards to support your elbow. Y/e/c orbs shifted over to Pete as you frowned once more. "Level tens are the only ones I've seen. Oh! Except for that stupid Monarch. He went after me last week. I'm sure you remember the stitches."