Driven Into Madness (Yandere!John Laurens x reader) (Wattys2017)

Chapter 1

"(Y/n)?" General Washington called. "Here sir!" You replied. He directed you to his tent and you entered. He sat down and pointed towards the chair in front of his desk. You sat down and he held some papers in his hands. "It has come to my attention that you have been progressing very well in your combat training. Have you considered joining the revolution?" He questioned.

You darted your eyes around the room, avoiding eye contact. "Yes sir, I have. That decision, however, is not up to me. It's all up to you and the other lieutenants." Washington chuckled and rose from his chair. He walked around the desk and laid a hand on your shoulder. "Well Mrs. (L/n), welcome to the revolution!" You squealed and hugged the general, only to realize what you had just done. "My apologies, sir." "It's quite alright." 

You thanked him again and he informed you of your placement. "Since you are one of the best soldiers in training, I will place you with the elites. However, at this time, I want you to listen to the other soldiers in the faction. You may give them ideas for an ambush, but do not get out of line." You nodded and exited the tent. Washington's right-hand man, Mr. Hamilton, showed you to your faction and shook your hand.

"Good luck, Mrs. (L/n). Hope you come to like your placement." You gave him a smile that could brighten up anyone's day and walked toward your next tent. Since you were a lady, you were appointed with your own tent. Before you were able to come in contact with your tent, two men were bickering at each other. Both of them had their hair in messy ponytails and one was clearly french due to his strong accent.

"Um, pardon me, gentlemen." You nervously butted in. The two guys shuffled their eyes towards your short stature. The Frenchman towered over you and greeted, "Bonjour petite dame, you do understand that you are in the elite faction right now, correct?" You nodded your head and an awkward silence flowed over the three of you. "Then why are you here miss? Only the best soldiers are allowed in this faction." Your face flushed red in anger but quickly calmed yourself.

"General Washington has just appointed me to this faction. I hope to become as good as you men." The Frenchman chuckled in disbelief but also flattered. "I believe you." The other man with a face covered with freckles said. You thanked him and asked for his name. "John, John Laurens. This here is my friend Marquis de Lafayette." He introduced themselves. Lafayette grabbed ahold of your hand and kissed your knuckles. "A pleasure to meet you, madame."

You giggled and John pushed Lafayette to the side to do the same. "So, what is your name?" John asked. "(Y/n) (L/n)." He gave you a cute smile and excused him and his friend. "We hope to see you again!" Lafayette uttered. You waved goodbye and entered the tent. Placing your things down, you flopped down on your sleeping bag. You pulled out a notebook from your bag and sketched a picture of a (favorite animal). "Ugh" You groaned as you accidently messed up on the linework. Before you could fix it, Mr. Hamilton spoke from outside the tent. "Permission to enter, my lady?"

"One second." You opened the flap of the tent and stepped outside. "What do you need, sir?" You questioned him. "my colleagues and I would like to invite you to the bar with us. We would very much like to get to know our new elite." You gladly accepted and followed Mr. Hamilton to the bar. The two of you entered and were immediately hit with the smell of alcohol. He led you to a table and sitting there was John Laurens, Lafayette, and two other men you have yet to meet.

"Gentlemen, meet miss (Y/n)." He introduced you. "A pleasure to meet you, I am Aaron Burr." "And I'm Hercules Mulligan." They stated. You giggled and sat down next to Mr. Hamilton and Burr. They all drank the night away except for you and Burr. "Why aren't you drinking much?" You asked him. "I do not like to get drunk very much. Unlike these men. What about you, why aren't you drinking much." He countered. You darted your eyes away and said, "I do not enjoy alcohol very much. I usually only drink it on special occasions." 

"And meeting us plus joining the elite faction is not a 'special occasion'?" He inquired. "It is!" You defended. "It just doesn't feel like I earned it." John butted in on our conversation. "Nonsense! I'm sure that you have earned everything the general has given to you. Otherwise, he wouldn't have let a girl join such a high ranking faction. He would have placed you in nursing if you didn't have much to offer to battle." You blushed and thanked him. he smiled and pushed Burr aside as to get closer to you. You shrugged it off and began joining in on what the drunk Lafayette and Hercules had to say.

Mr. Hamilton was just listening in on what they were saying, and John became suspiciously quiet. You tried to ignore it, but you swore you that he was staring you down. Did you do something wrong? You didn't wanna worry for the rest of the night, so you acted like nothing was wrong. "To the revolution men! and madame." Lafayette toasted and they all cheered. Mr. Hamilton decided it was late and everyone needed to recruit to their tents. Everyone waved goodbye, but just when you were about to leave the bar, John grabbed your arm.

"Yes, John?" You questioned his actions. "Please, follow me." He pleaded. You sighed and followed him through a small patch of woods next to the camp. He stopped at the edge of the cliff and sat down. You sat next to him and looked at him. "Look up." He said. Your eyes left his face and strolled over to the sky. It was covered in stars and constellations. "Wow John, this is amazing. Thank you for showing me this." He smiled and his gaze stumbled towards you. He wouldn't stop staring. "Is everything alright?" You asked. "You're just so beautiful, and confident, and responsible. I bet you're great on the battlefield as well." 

Your face was now a bright shade of red. He noticed this and grabbed your hand. "I'm being way too straightforward, aren't I?" You giggled and nodded. He shrugged and stood up. "Well, it's late. Better get you to your tent." He said as he walked you to your tent, still holding your hand. You stopped at the tent and gave John a warm hug. "Can't wait to train with you tomorrow." You said, pulling away from the hug. His face began to grow red too. He waved bye quickly before leaving to go to his tent. You shrugged it off and opened the flap of your tent. The crickets in the forest helped you drift off and you grew more and more excited for tomorrow.