Hamilton Fanfictions

John x reader

This is gonna be probably the angstiest thing I've ever written-

TWs-
School shooting
Kinda (very) graphic
Suicide

Based on the Uvalde school shooting. Rest in peace to the 19 children and 2 teachers who were killed. (I'm gonna fuckin cry omfg). For more info- https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Robb_Elementary_School_shooting

John's POV

"Mr. Laurens, please come to the stand." The judge requested.

As I was walking up there I was trying my best not to just fall on my knees and sob, but I had to stay strong. To bring y/n and the other victims justice.

"Thank you, your honor. So, let's start at the beginning..."

*Flashback*

Y/n's POV

"This is not a drill. This is not a drill. The school is going into lockdown due to an armed man on school property. Lock your doors, turn off your lights, close your blinds, and stay silent. This is not a drill. This is not a drill." The lady on the intercom said in a panicky voice.

I huddled in this dark corner in the classroom with all the other kids, the class I'm currently in is science and John isn't in this class. I hope he's okay.  I also hope I'll survive this. We aren't allowed on our phones, not even to call the police which is kinda frustrating. The administration has already called the police apparently so there's no reason for us to do it.  

We hear a loud gunshot and a body thud in the hallway, sounds like someone was out of the classroom when the shooter came in. After that the people here knew that this was for real, so they started crying as quietly as they could. I clap my hand over my mouth to stifle screams and cries because what if the person who was shot, John? Okay, now the people who are crying in my class are drawing attention to this room. I looked down at my converse and looked at the drawing on the top part in sharpie that was a heart and inside the heart said "JL+y/i" I looked at the sole and saw our ship name. y/s/n. A tear fell. We had plans together, we would go to the same college, both of us would have scholarships, both of us had bright futures. And they can end today. 

Another gunshot is heard followed by screams, this time closer to our classroom. Kids are sobbing harder and some more tears are escaping. I don't wanna die.

Another gunshot, heard even closer.

It's coming. I can't help but hug my knees to my chest and just sit there, helpless, in the corner of the classroom. I just wanna wake up and have it all just be a dream, but no. This isn't a dream. I looked over at a class pet that John picked out for everyone who had my science teacher. It was a turtle, we scraped together funding and used our own money to buy stuff for it. Everyone loves him, both John and the turtle, that's how much of an impact John has on this school. If John dies I'll never be able to live it down.

We heard the handle start aggressively moving. He's here. Since we haven't fixed or replaced the doors at this school in years they're pretty weak, and ours has been known as one of the weakest. We're all f*cked.

He kicks down the door and it goes down after one kick. He shoots my teacher first, in the arm. Her blood goes around the desk she's sitting at. After that, he shoots one of my classmates. The pressure of the bullet hitting her ends up decapitating her. A kid throws up. He's shot next. I just can't help but start crying, the biggest and last mistake of my life. 

"No! PLEASE I HAVE A BRIGHT FUTURE AHEAD OF ME. I HAVE A 4.0 GPA-"

Cut off by being fatally shot. 

My ears are ringing and one of the only people on my mind is John.

My love, I'll see you on the other side. 

John's POV

After over an hour of having to hear my classmates being killed, the police finally came and we exited the building. I'm crying with my three best friends, Alex, Lafayette, and Hercules. We're all very worried about our lovers and other friends. I'm especially worried about y/n. As the staff members and doctors are identifying the bodies of our deceased classmates out of all 18 of them they're struggling to identify one. They brought me over to help and I was greeted by a sight that almost made me gag. 

From what I saw, what used to be white sheet draped over it was painted with the victim's blood. I looked at it up and down and recognized the pair of converse it was wearing...

Wait, y/n?

No, no, no, no, no.

It wasn't supposed to be like this, this was not part of the plan. 

All of a sudden tears start falling down as I hold her cold, blue, hand. She was already pronounced dead.

"Please! There's gotta be something you can do!" I said to the doctors through tears.

They shook their heads. 

I continued to hold her hand while sobbing, my friends, after knowing that their friends and lovers were okay, came over to comfort me. After a while y/n's family wanted to see her. 

We had a plan, this wasn't part of it. We were gonna go to college, she would definitely get a scholarship with her GPA, we would share a dorm and during our last year we would just be so ready to graduate that we would be living off of Mountain Dew and Instant Ramen. We would create a turtle shelter together, make refugee camps a better place, hug an otter, change the world in some way. 

*End of flashback*

"But now... all those dreams are gone..." I spoke into the microphone, violently struggling to stay strong.

I heard y/n's family and best friend, Eliza, sob after I told them my side. 

Months later.

"Sincerely, John." I said to myself, ending "The Note." 

My friends have been noticing the change in my behavior since the shooting and since y/n died. They changed a lot too, but according to them my change seemed more drastic. When I saw them around the end of the school day, I handed them and made sure to get away from them before they finished it. 

I forgot they were all fast readers, they tracked me down at the roof of the building and before I could end my life they screamed my name, 

"JOHN!!!" 

"Dude, you can't do this. I know y/n is dead and some of your dreams you can't do without her, b-b-but you can start the turtle shelter? We'll do it as a memorial or something for her and the victims. Just please! We can't lose another friend!" Alex said, immediately pulling me into a hug.

After that I just cried, an ocean of tears rushing out my eyes and pooling around the floor. We came up with a new plan together, one without y/n. 

It's good, but it'll never be the same.

End of chapter.

A/n- As much as I wanna cry to this chapter, I have a headache and I can't cry with headaches. Also, I'm updating more, Yay!