Hi how are you doing could I ask for a yandere frieza x female reader x yandere frost, the reader is friezas spouse and went to the tournament of power to cheer for him, then she sees frost in the distant thinking he was frieza, she rush to give him a quick kiss of good luck , which causes a furious jealousy frieza and a obsessive lovestruck persuer frost wanting to win her over?
Chef's kiss 👑
The arena hums with power—universes watching, gods observing. You’d come only to cheer for your husband, a certain Emperor of the Universe.
Your eyes catch a familiar glint of white and purple across the field. He’s turned away, but that tail, that posture—surely it’s him.
Before anyone can stop you, you rush forward, grab him by the shoulder, and press a soft kiss to his cheek.
A stunned silence. Then a low, dangerous chuckle.
“Oh my… I wasn’t aware Lord Frieza shared his mate’s affection so freely,” the stranger purrs.
Your heart drops. The grin isn’t Frieza’s. The aura feels colder. Wrong.
“F-Frost?”
Across the arena, the real Frieza freezes mid-step. His tail twitches once. Twice. Then slowly coils around his leg like a predator restraining itself.
A vein pulses at his temple. His voice, when it comes, is pure venom:
“...Darling.”
Every head turns. Even the gods feel the temperature drop.
“Would you care to explain,” he hisses, “why that imposter has your lipstick on his cheek?”
Frost only smirks, touching the mark like it’s holy.
“She’s rather... affectionate, isn’t she? Perhaps she mistook me because we’re so alike.”
He leans closer, eyes half-lidded.
“Or perhaps, my dear, the universe is trying to tell us something.”
Two identical tyrants, one trembling with jealous fury, the other with infatuated obsession.
And you? Standing right between them as the Tournament of Power becomes the Tournament of Who Gets to Keep You Alive.
Fandom: Rizzoli & Isles.
Pairing: Frost X fem reader.
Prompt: Anon requested – I was looking for a blog, who can do a Oneshot to this show. Maybe, can you one, where the reader is new and helps Maura at work but she mute and loves to wear black. And frost falls in love for her and he does not know how to say it.
Word Count: 2296.
Warnings: adult themes at the end.
Rating: Teen+.
Author’s Note: My first ever Rizzoli & Isles fic! I hope you enjoy it, Anon! I’ve used italics to denote what the reader is signing.
Learning to Read People
You smooth down your blouse and your skirt as you enter the station, glancing at your reflection in a nearby window. You’re dressed in black from head to toe, but you don’t mind – it’s practical and you never have to worry about your outfit clashing. Satisfied but still somewhat nervous for your first day on the job, you stride past security, flashing your newly issued badge and walking into the elevator. As you step inside and the door begins to close, a shout outside gets your attention and you throw your arm out to halt the doors
“Whoa, thanks,” a young man says gratefully, flashing you a smile.
You glance at his badge and realize he’s a detective and thereby going the opposite way of where you’re headed. His name tag reads Detective B. Frost and you smile as you glance up at him.
Do you sign?
He furrows his eyebrows and you can see the gears turning. You’re about to wave your hands in apology when he nods and begins to sign something back. It’s slow and choppy and entirely in letters, but you can make out what he’s trying to say. Letting him finish with another smile, you sign once more, much more slowly and in alphabet, too.
I can hear you, you can speak to me. I’m mute, though, so I’ll have to sign back.
His eyes widen in surprise and he nods in acknowledgement.
“Sorry,” he says brightly. “I’m not great with ASL so you’ll have to bear with me. You must be new here, Detective…”
You shake your head as he goes to glance at your badge.
M.E.’s office. I’m Y/N, Dr. Isles’ new assistant.
The elevator jerks to a stop and you glance at the overhead screen.
This is my stop. I’ll see you around, Detective.
He almost steps out of the elevator with you when he realizes that he’s on the wrong floor. He laughs and rubs a hand over the back of his head, backing into the elevator once more.
“Sure thing,” he says, his tone friendly. “Good luck on your first day, Y/N!”
You’re still smiling as the elevator door closes and he’s whisked away. Turning on your heel, you glance down the hall and spot Dr. Isles’ office. Heading over, you lean in and knock on the door jamb, causing the woman to look up from her paperwork.
“Good morning, Y/N,” she says warmly, pushing her chair out from her desk and rising to greet you.
Her eyes travel over your outfit and she looks surprised as she steps out from behind her desk, sporting the same skirt as you.
“Dior, such a classic,” she says with a smile. “You have great taste!”
You smile and sign a thank you as she walks toward you. You follow her as she breezes past you and down the hall, showing you to your new office. You listen attentively as she goes through some routine housekeeping sort of information and you set your things down at your new desk.
“Well, once you’re settled come by and see me,” Maura instructs. “I’ll show you around the autopsy suite and we can get started on this morning’s case load.”
You nod and thank her silently as she leaves, taking your time to open up all of your desk drawers and plan out where you’re going to put all of your personal effects. Once you’re comfortable, you set your purse aside and reach for the lab coat hanging on a hook on the back of your office door. It’s crisp white, starched, and has your name stitched into it below the OCME logo on the left breast.
Leaving your office, you head back down the hall to where Maura is holed up doing some work and you knock on the doorjamb again. She joins you quickly and the two of you start your tour.
Four hours later it’s finally time for lunch. You’ve had a busy morning; Maura was called away to a crime scene and you’d stayed behind to finish an autopsy on another victim. It had taken you the better part of the morning to collect samples and submit them for testing, and the rest of it to stitch the cadaver back up and put him into storage until funeral arrangements could be made.
You wash your hands and hang your lab coat back up in your office, wrinkling your nose at the smell of formalin that’s permeating it; you’ve been working in the field for several years already, but you’ve yet to get used to the smell. Putting on a spritz of perfume to cover up any lingering smell, you fluff your hair and leave your office, trying to remember the way to the station’s café.
It’s not long before you locate the quaint little coffee shop and you glance around as you step inside and get in line at the bar. Typing out your order on your phone, thinking that it’s unlikely the barista knows sign language, you hold it out to her as you reach the register and you smile, gesturing to your throat. She returns the smile and nods, reading out your total.
You look around after you’ve paid for your order but you don’t spot any empty seats. Thinking you’ll just head back to your office as you pick up your sandwich and coffee, you turn to make for the exit. A shout catches your attention a moment later, however, and you turn to see Detective Frost waving at you from a small table in the corner.
“There’s a spot right here,” he calls. “Come and join me.”
You smile gratefully and nod, navigating around other tables and chairs until you’re standing opposite him. You take a seat, setting your lunch down and tucking your skirt in around your thighs.
“How’s your first day going?” The detective asks.
So far so good. It hasn’t been overly exciting yet.
He laughs – a soft but genuine sound – and you feel yourself blush a little bit.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he says with a grin. “Exciting can be pretty intense around here.”
You smile and nod, reaching out and unwrapping the sandwich in front of you. The two of you eat in amicable silence – it’s hard for you to sign with your hands full and the detective seems to be content keeping mum – and before long you’re both finished eating. You’ve been thinking about it all through your break and you’re just about to ask him for a proper tour of the rest of the building when his phone rings.
“Frost,” he picks up.
You can’t hear anything but wordless chatter as whoever is on the other end of the phone speaks, but the detective’s expression grows serious as he listens.
“I’m on my way,” he says shortly, ending the call and slipping his phone into his pocket.
He glances up at you with an apologetic expression as he reaches for his coffee, tipping it up and draining the cup.
“I wish I could stay and get to know you some more,” he says softly. “They just found another body that looks like it’s tied to the case we’re working on.”
Go get ‘em, tiger.
He chuckles and nods.
“I’ll see you around,” he says brightly, standing up and picking up his tray.
You watch him take his leave and you smile inwardly, feeling like a schoolgirl with a crush. Finishing your lunch, your mind is still on the detective as you head back down to the morgue to continue your work for the day.
A few weeks later, you’re working on a body with Maura, taking measurements from a litany of stab wounds on the latest victim you’ve had brought in. You’re focusing on the calipers in your hand when Maura speaks.
“So are you ever planning on sharing your feelings with Detective Frost?” She asks, her tone light and friendly.
You nearly drop the calipers as you glance up, your face reddening behind the surgical mask you’re wearing. You hold up your free hand to sign.
I’m sure I don’t know what you’re talking about.
You can tell by the way her eyes are shining behind the plastic shield of her mask that Maura’s smiling.
“My mistake,” she says with a chuckle. “Carry on.”
You can feel her still looking at you as you go back to your task, recording the sizes and locations of all of the stab wounds on the left half of the body. As you work, you consider what she’s said; she’s right, of course – you’ve been ogling Detective Frost and sharing lunches with him throughout your tenure at the ME’s office, but you’ve never really felt like he returns your sentiments and so you’ve avoided making too much of nothing. Your curiosity over Maura’s objective view of the situation nags at you and it wins out a few minutes later. As you set the calipers aside, finishing up with the last wound, you wave to get her attention.
Has he said anything about me? About… liking me?
Maura chuckles softly – a mellifluous sort of sound – and she shrugs her shoulders.
“He didn’t say anything out loud, if that’s what you mean,” Maura replies. “His body language around you, however…”
You stare at her, your mouth agape, and gesture for her to keep talking. She shakes her head, amusement twinkling in her eyes.
“I think I’ll let you figure it out for yourself,” she says bemusedly, glancing at the clock. “It’s lunch time now – why don’t you go ahead? I can finish up here.”
You nod, hesitating just a little, and take your leave, signing a quick thank you on your way out. You can hear Maura humming to herself as she wraps the body back up for the time being and you strip off your isolation gear, tossing it in the bin before washing up. You stop by your office just long enough to grab your lunch kit and you make your way upstairs.
Barry is already sitting at your usual table and you smile as you take your seat across from him, feeling the butterflies in your stomach begin to flutter a little more violently at his proximity. He mirrors your smile with one of his own and you notice, not for the first time, just how handsome he is.
The two of you eat in relative silence – usually you’re perfectly content to do so as the silence is amicable, but this time you feel some tension. You assume that it’s just you feeling that way until Barry glances up from his sandwich a minute later and lets out a shaky breath, running a hand through his short-cropped hair.
“So, Y/N,” he says a little awkwardly. “I was wondering… Whether maybe you’d like to go out some time. Dinner and a movie, or something? Or even just coffee, somewhere away from here…”
You can see how nervous he is and your own courage is bolstered by the reflection of your feelings. You smile brightly, brushing a few stray crumbs off of your blouse – trying desperately not to blush – and nod.
I’d love to.
The grin that breaks out over his face is enough to assure you that your affections are definitely not unrequited. You blush in earnest this time and shrug your shoulders in a wordless gesture of contentment.
“Great! That’s great,” Barry says brightly. “How about Friday? That new romance just came out last week, I think there’s an eight o’clock showing downtown. We can have dinner at the Italian place across the street first, if you want?”
You shake your head.
Dinner sounds great, but I’d rather see the new Star Wars at nine instead. Pick me up here at six thirty?
The detective’s phone chooses that moment to ring and he smiles wryly as he glances at the screen.
“I’m going to have to take this,” he explains. “But it’s a date.”
He winks as he stands up, answering his phone and rushing off with a grin still plastered to his face. You can’t stop smiling the whole time you’re finishing your lunch and the expression is still going strong a few minutes later when you head down to the morgue again. Maura notice it immediately, of course, though to her credit she doesn’t comment.
The rest of the day goes by quickly. You retire to your office around six, having finished up closing up the body from the stabbing, and you’re about to get ready to head home when you notice a garment bag draped over the back of your chair. Furrowing your eyebrows, you walk over to it, unzip it, and pull out a beautiful, above-the-knee length black cocktail dress with an asymmetric neckline. Glancing at the tag, you see that it’s just your size and you smile, puzzled.
As you move to put the dress back in the bag, a small slip of paper falls out of the garment bag and flutters to the floor. Stooping down, you pick it up and glance at the writing on it.
People are easy to read when you know what to look out for. Have fun on your date. – M. I.
You giggle silently, putting the card on your desk and making a mental note to yourself to thank Maura in the morning. Zipping the dress back up into the garment bag, you hang it on a hook on the wall so that it’s ready to go on Friday and you pick up your keys, ready to head home, have supper, and crawl into bed.
If you’re lucky, you might even have some sweet, sinful dreams about a few creative uses for Detective Frost’s handcuffs you could experiment with after your date on Friday…
