Hamilton Oneshots

Light at the End of the Tunnel (Lams)

Hello human beans, this is my oneshot book, so feel free to request anything!

This is a blind Laurens with a (kinda) normal Hamilton.

(fluff)

woot

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   A gentle hand gripped mine as I felt a sudden sense of vertigo and almost fell over, again. I felt my poofy curls fall over my face, as my hands held onto his for dear life. A sharp gasp escaped my lips as a tiny jolt of fear rushed in my body, then vanished.

"Uh," I managed to breathe out, "Thanks, Hammy." I heard a soft chuckle come from the beautiful man next to me. I don't need sight to know he is a beautiful creature, he just is.

"I don't understand how you're getting vertigo, we're just sitting on our bed," he whispered softly. It was late at night, about two in the morning. 

At least, that was what Alex told me.

   I let out another cough, my head pounding as I groaned. The room was cold, I could tell. My feet were freezing but everything else was just being bombarded with heatwave after heatwave. Alex's hands slipped out from under mine, and I visibly frowned. Yes, he was getting me some advil and some water but he is so darn comfy.  I could just melt into his touch any day, at any time. 

"Drink up, because I need my turtle to not be sick," Alex said warmly, handing me the pill and water. "I'd like to take you out tomorrow," he whispered. I think he forgot that since my eyes don't work mostly, because cataracts are fun, my ears and stuff work really well. 

"I'd very much like that, baby," I cooed softly. I felt him stiffen, for the bed moved in the slightest way that hinted it. I let out a soft giggle, which was unlike me. I didn't care, however, for I just wanted him. He let out a laugh, too, as he always did when I heard him mumble things underneath his breath. I love it. Though not as much as when he sings ever so gently, and I'm the only one able to hear it..

   Alex set my water on his nightstand, which was right next to his side of the bed. I laid my head on his chest, making sure it was his chest, first. An arm softly and delicately wrapped itself around my arm, rubbing it soothingly.

   Soft droplets of rain splotched the windows, tapping on then gently. Alex sighed, still wary of the rain. He then ran his fingers through my curls, twisting them to help forget the tiny drizzle. He's been getting better, but he still can't get rid of the memories. 

And that's okay.

   I hummed softly a tune I cannot remember the name of, sung by my Mom to me when I was little, still scared of the dark. At that point I was slowly losing part of my vision, so I was always frightened. Though, right now, it didn't matter.

   Soft, low, slow breaths came from Alex's lips that I loved to peck and tease and just kiss. My heart giggled as my stomach released butterflies every time I thought about him, which was a lot, mind you.

   My eyes shut slowly, a smile happily resting on my face,

For the was my light at the end of the tunnel