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

Chapter 13

It's been three days since you, Hercules, and Laf came back from John's place. You worked up the nerve to allow soldiers to hunt John down and bring him back.

You knew there was still good to that man. However, no one else believed you. Not even the two that were with you whenever he set you free. Hercules still says that John deserved to die for abandoning America, and Lafayette only says that killing John is the right thing to do.

You spent those days in your tent. You did not want to see anyone, nor did you want to talk about the situation anymore. Your legs were covered by your sleeping bag and your head was nestled between your arms and knees. Owls cooed outside and the sounds echoed throughout the camp.

You lied your head down and tried to take in the peaceful night. Shaky breaths escaped your mouth and leaves were heard crunching outside. They stopped when the being was in front of your tent.

"Permission to come in, belle dame?" Lafayette questioned from outside. "Sure." You grumbled. He zipped open the tent and crawled in before zipping the tent back up. He noticed your almost sickly appearance. "Are you alright, (Y/n)? You have been eating, correct?"

You shrugged your soldiers. "At this point, who cares." You said in a grumpy tone. Laf's expression fell and he grew worried and upset. "I care! Hercules cares! Even Alexander cares! You need to take care of yourself of you may pass, amour." You chuckled. "That's the plan."

Lafayette balled up his fists and resist the urge to punch a hole in the tent. "Don't say that. We all care about you and you shouldn't let this experience ruin your life!" He said, nearly shouting. "John killed many people! If it wasn't for me, he would still be praised as an amazing soldier and everyone else would still be alive!" Your tone grew louder and your eyes threatened to let out tears.

"You don't know that. John could have been converted without you in mind!" He yelled. Your head already at his heights "Oh yeah? Well he nearly killed you because you were too close to me! Your just going to brush that shit aside?" You both were staring daggers into eachother.

"That was my own fault! Don't pin this all on yourself!" He said, his hands gripping you by the shoulders. "Well if I do than I'll just be the person in trouble. If I turn myself in as the culprit, than no one else would have to worry about getting in trouble or getting hurt! I could finally be useful for once!" Your eyes now furrowed to the point it hurt.

"Dont fucking say that about yourself! You are beautiful and none of this is your fault! Why do you blame yourself for everything that goes wrong? Your not the issue and you never were! All this whining about being the issue can make you a problem and if that is the case, then you should just leave!" He furiously informed.

You eyes were wide open and tears poured from them. You chocked on them and tried your best to wipe the wetness off your face. Lafayette's angry attitude faded away and he realized that he was a little too harsh on you. He let his tight grip on your shoulders go and he attempted to bring you into an embrace.

You tried your best to push him away, but the overwhelming sadness that filled throughout your body made you limbs feel weak. "L-Let me go!" You commanded. "Please..." The tears never stopped and Lafayette felt a huge whole in his heart.

"Im so sorry, mon ange! Im so.. so sorry..." He apologized profusely. He held you tightly in his arms and placed you in his lap. He rocked you back and forth in hopes it would help you calm down. He placed gentle kisses on the top of your head and he rubbed his hands on your arms since the cold night brought chills to your body.

You pulled away from him, a little calmer now. You looked at his regret ridden face and cupped his cheek in your hand. He held your arm and did the same. Without any thought, he plunged his lips onto yours and let go of your arm to get a grip on your waist. He held you as if you were the only thing keeping him alive. You accepted his kiss and held his face with both of your hands.

The kiss grew more and more intense as Lafayette didn't realize that everyone else near your tent could possibly hear the two of you. His buttoned up coat only had one button holding the article of clothing together. Your skirt was completely off and your corset threatened to come undone. Lafayette realized how far he was going and quickly stopped.

"I am so sorry, mon amour. You should get some rest." He said, buttoning his coat back up and helping you into your sleeping bag.
He laid a kiss on the top of your head and wished you a goodnight.  He exited the tent and zipped it up. He strolled back to his tent with his pocket knife in hand just in case "someone" were to pop in.

while that someone did pop in, the didn't pop in as expected. Patriot spy, Nathan Hale rushed towards Lafayette in a frenzy. "Sir, we found him! We found John!" Laf's eyes lit up and he followed the spy towards the local prison. Hale pointed towards the cell that John was in and Lafayette stood in front of it.

"Well, well, well. Hello, Laurens." Lafayette greeted. John lifted his head and chains clattered. Chains were restricting his arms, legs, and his neck. "Greetings, old friend." John said, trying his best to give his buddy a smile. The chains were so tight that John had to refuse to show his uncomfortable state.

"You do realize that you are going to be executed soon, correct?" Laf asked. "Yes, I do." His smile never leaving his face. "Then why are you so happy? What the fuck do you have to be happy about?" Laf asked. John chuckled. "(Y/n)'s face will be the last one I get to see. Although, I would also like to see Alexander next to her. Yes... The two people I care about the most."

Lafayette resisted showing his anger. Seeing John talk about you made Laf physically sick to his stomach and made his blood boil. "If I didn't care about her, I would kill you right here and now." Lafayette turned his heel and proceeded to exit the jail, until John said something to him.

"Hey, set America free. Take America out of the king's grasp. Most importantly, can you burn my letters? There's no need to read them, just burn them please." John asked. "If that is your final request, then alright. I'm sure (Y/n) would want me to anyways."

"Oh, and on that topic." John continued. "Make her happy. Marry her and be the best husband any man could ever be. I want her to be happy. So, please marry her." Lafayette  cocked his brow, but was happy to hear that John had finally given up.

Earlier that night~~~
John stumbled through the woods in an attempt to find you. He had a sadistic smile plastered on his face and his knife had your name engraved on it.

He heard noise coming from the other side of the camp so he could shut those people up. He followed the sound and realized the horrible scene. He heard the pleasurable noise coming from your tent.

No angry words were coming out of you. You weren't refusing. It broke John. His knife fell to the floor and he felt an unspeakable amount of pain surge through his side. He turned his head and saw the culprit. Nathan Hale. John fainted and soon woke up to find himself in prison.

"I deserve this..."

A/n: only 2-3 more chapters left! I hope you peeps have been enjoying this story. I'd like to ask you all something. I have two Hamilton books on stand by to see which one you all would like. Would you all rather see a Jefferson x reader or a story about Angelica going through the alex and eliza predicament (its an au)?