Hii pookiee!! This is my first time requesting at the moment and I saw your requests open and I wanted to request poly!yandere dr ratio x gn!reader x aventurine? Or maybe poly!yandere sunday x gn!reader x argenti?
And if you don't mind, can I request the reader to be aware that yeah, they are a yandere but they still chose to stay? If so then
A few things I had in mind were them cuddling with reader, reader taking care of them/them taking care of reader after a long day, or a family day with their children?
Thank you sm! Have a great day! 💗
No Exit, No Regrets
Summary: You have always known the truth—Ratio and Aventurine are obsessive, possessive, and dangerously brilliant in their own ways. But despite their sharp edges and the silent battle for dominance they wage over your heart, they’ve never harmed you. And perhaps that’s the greatest gamble of all. Tonight, however, there is no game to be played. No calculations, no strategies—just a rare moment of peace as you bask in the warmth of shared devotion.
Warnings: Yandere themes, Mild psychological manipulation, Implied threats to outsiders, Emotional dependence, Themes of devotion bordering on unhealthy attachment.
The evening air was thick with the scent of incense and the faintest trace of Aventurine’s cologne—spiced citrus with an edge of something sharper, something unpredictable. It mixed with the subtle lavender undertones that always clung to Ratio, a contrast that shouldn’t have worked but somehow did.
Between them, nestled in the warmth of their embrace, was you.
"You've been working yourself too hard again, haven't you?" Ratio's voice was smooth, edged with knowing amusement. He was reclined beside you on the plush velvet of Aventurine’s private lounge, one arm draped over your waist, tracing idle patterns against your skin. His golden owl-etched shoulder piece glinted in the dim light, his sharp eyes fixed on you with a mixture of intrigue and something far more possessive.
Aventurine, on the other hand, was stretched out on the other side of you, his head resting lazily in your lap. His eyes flickered up at you, studying your face with a calculating fondness. He reached up, running his fingers through your hair before tugging lightly, his signature smirk in place. "Tsk, tsk, sweetheart. I thought we had an agreement—no running yourself ragged when you’ve got two men more than capable of handling things for you."
You rolled your eyes but leaned into Ratio’s touch nonetheless, your free hand reaching down to smooth over Aventurine’s tousled blond hair. His eyes fluttered shut at the motion, his smirk softening ever so slightly.
"You both are such hypocrites," you murmured, amusement lacing your tone. "You work just as hard—if not harder. And don’t think I don’t notice how you two get when I’m not around."
Ratio let out a low chuckle. "You say that as if it's unreasonable to be concerned. You know as well as we do that people would be all too eager to take you from us."
Aventurine’s grip on your wrist tightened just slightly, his smile never faltering but the glint in his gaze turning razor-sharp. "And you wouldn’t let that happen, right, sweetheart?"
The unspoken meaning in his words was clear. They trusted you—but only because they knew you had nowhere else to go. Not because you were trapped, not because they forced you to stay, but because you chose them.
You tilted your head, letting your fingers trail along the edge of Aventurine’s jaw, before shifting just enough to press a lingering kiss to Ratio’s temple. "I’d never leave."
It was the only answer they needed.
Aventurine let out a hum of satisfaction, eyes half-lidded as he turned his head slightly into your touch. Ratio, for his part, only gave the ghost of a smirk before shifting so that he could pull you in closer against his chest, the weight of his presence grounding you.
The world outside was uncertain, full of risks and dangers neither of them could fully control. But here, in this moment, with their arms wrapped around you, there was no need for strategy or manipulation.
