Rainbow Six Siege X Reader

Smoke

Genre- Angst
Warnings- Murder, Suicide
Rating-T

Ok I know I said I'd do other operators but inspiration struck so this will be fun
Got inspo from this fic: https://daretony.tumblr.com/post/173788206311/happy-birthday-smoke-x-femreader/amp

Smoke (James Porter)yea I got it wrong in the last smoke fic

It was James's thirty seventh birthday tomorrow, and as a caring girlfriend you decided to stay up all night and bake treats for him.
It was around 11:40 when you were finally icing the cake with beautiful hearts. You wanted to make sure that each birthday was amazing for James. He had an extremely stressful job and deserved to get one day to be treated to what ever he wanted. You place the cake in the center of the small round kitchen table and took a seat, you were so tired by the time you were done, you never noticed the presence outside of the downstairs window.

James was absolutely exhausted. The only things occupying his mind was how good it would feel to just lay down and have you snuggled up next to him while he slept.
Finally pulling up into the driveway of his and your home, James shut off the car and walked up the steps. The first thing he noticed upon entering the house was that the kitchen light was on. Assuming you were waiting for him to come home, he called out, "Y/N, love, you still awake?" No response. Assuming you just left the lights on, James walked lazily to the kitchen to turn them off.
Turning the small corner that separated the entrance from the kitchen, James was met with the most horrific sight he'd ever seen. You were planted face first onto the table in a pool of blood. A round white cake that read, 'Happy Birthday', sat in the middle of the table with blood splattered on it.

Quickly running to your side, James fell to his knees and shook your shoulder while beginning to shout your name next to your ear in vain.
You weren't dead, you couldn't be! This was just a horrible illusion from his sleep deprived brain! Yes! That had to be it. He began trembling, your name came out as more of a quiver as he began to cry.
Realizing his attempt to wake you was futile, he looked around the kitchen for the home phone. Spotting it on the counter, he quickly launched himself to it and dialed 999. As soon as the operator picked up, he huffed out the address and said you were hurt, dropping the phone as soon as the necessary information was given, he crawled back to wear you sat and tugged your body until it toppled over into his lap.

Cradling your head, James brushed the hair that was stuck to your bloody face away from you.
He let out a chocked sob when he saw a hole on the the middle of your forehead, blood soaked your face and your once beautiful eyes were drained of all life.

Paramedics showed up and dragged your lifeless body from James's arms as he was left whimpering on the floor.

~

It was dim in the kitchen as James sat at the table. A single candle was the only light source. The cold metal of the gun under his chin sent chills down his spine. James brought the photo in his right hand up to his view. He stared at the photo. It was of you and him on your third anniversary, your arms were draped across his shoulders and you rested your chin on his left shoulder. You were both smiling. Smiling. James hadn't smiled since that night. Tears slipped down his cheeks and in a whispered voice, he began to sing to himself. "Happy birthday to me, happy birthday day to me-" James's voice began to choke as he started crying. His trembling hand lowered the photo and placed it in his pocket.
Taking a deep, shaky breath, James blew out the candle, and pulled the trigger.

And just like them flame, James was no more.

(So this was kinda bad lol, but it should quench your thirst until I finish part 3 of Yandere Doc.)