Wrote this to Who are you by Aquilo, I think you'll know when to start playing. 

I'm leaving it to you guys to choose when to get hit by feelings 🙂

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William's P.O.V

Pleasure ripples through me from the feel of soft lips climbing their way up my spine.

"Hmm," I hum with a smile already growing on my lips. 

Damon continues his path up my body with his lingering kisses, taking his time with each one like a sacred promise that made our bond glow warmly. Feeling like a leaf in a stream, I let myself be carried by Damon's current, more than willing to have him pull me under. 

As Damon gets higher up my body, I groan like a blissed-out idiot at the feel of his larger one sliding along mine, pressing me further into the bed. That groan turns into a hopeful moan when Damon's thick cock rubs against my ass.

I press back into him and he hums gently before he presses one last kiss to my mark. 

I draw in a deep breath as sparks spread through my entire body, causing ecstasy, lust and happiness to swell inside of me, growing so large that it threatened to make me break apart. 

My mark was still sensitive and a long ways off from healing completely. The skin around it was a little raw and exposed in a way that made me feel vulnerable, but when Damon was as close as he was now, I knew I had nothing to worry about. And when he kissed my mark so gently, with that much love and care... I felt perfect. 

My mark. It felt so good to say that.

As Damon licks his mark, another pleasured shiver runs through me and echoes itself through Damon who presses more of his weight into me. A deep groan rumbles in his chest, making my body wake up, eager to give him anything he wanted.

"Morning," Damon whispers against my skin, leaving my shoulder to kiss his way up my neck.

He sounded as happy as I felt inside, his voice light and free in a way I'd never heard it before. 

"Good morning," I mumble as I lean into his kisses, opening my eyes to peek at him from over my shoulder.

I find Damon hovering over me, his bed hair even worse than usual but his bright eyes and boyish grin made my heart light up with so much joy that I thought I might cry.

Was it healthy to be this happy?

Kissing my nose, Damon gets a surprised giggle out of me that makes us both freeze for a second. I wasn't sure if we were more stunned at my giggle or Damon's nose kiss. But when a grin escapes each of us, we fall into more laughter as he hugs me to him and kisses every part of me he can. 

Each kiss sent my spirit aflame with unfiltered joy. I guessed it was an effect of the completed mate bond, since just having Damon's skin against mine made me feel like I was being wrapped in a blanket of love and warmth I never wanted to leave.

Not that I could even if I wanted to, Damon was hugging me so tight I couldn't even dream of wiggling away from him.

"I can't believe it," he whispers when he settles, his nose resting against my collarbone, "when I woke up, I thought maybe I dreamt it." 

That I understood. Damon and I had been through so much together - the great, the bad and the horrific. I'd feared that when it finally came for us to get to the amazing, something would go wrong, or it'd all be some dream my mind had chosen to torture me with.

But it wasn't. This was real. Damon and I were mated, our bond complete in every way.

Fuck. I really might cry.

"It does feel a little surreal," I agree as I roll my shoulder, making my mark tingle a bit, "but I'm glad that it's not," Damon's eyes soften, "I'm so happy it was you."

I lift my head to meet Damon's lips as he kisses me deeply, the connection sending another flood of pleasure and happiness through me that makes my eyes grow wet. Shifting until I'm on my back, I loop my arms around Damon's neck and pull him in tighter, claiming his lips as mine and only mine.

I wanted as much of him as I could get, as much as he could give me. Morning breath and all. I just wanted him.

"I love you so much," he whispers when we part, his eyes as glossy as mine.

I blink back my tears, "I love you too Damon," I hug him tighter, never wanting to let go, "you're my happiness, always." I smile and Damon's dips down for another kiss that clears my mind of anything that wasn't him.

We kiss lazily, our emotions driving our bodies closer together as if we could merge the way our hearts had. When I wince a little at the feel of Damon's cock rubbing against my hole, he tenses before he hurriedly pulls himself back, concern blanketing his features. 

Here we go.

"Are you okay?" He asks, his eyebrows getting closer with each passing second, "did I hurt you? Was I too rough? I should've asked how you're feeling this morning. How are you feeling?" 

I press a finger to his lips to stop him before he could ask me if I was dying.

"I'm fine, Damon" I promise with a gentle smile, "a little sore, but I'm okay."

"Sore?" Damon asks against my finger, the muffled version of the word makes me laugh even though my mate was growing slightly paler with each second.

I silently curse myself for my choice of words. Damon already thought my 'little human body' was as fragile as glass, if he thought I was truly hurt, he'd never fuck me like that again. Which would be a great shame when I had so much more planned for us.

I couldn't wait to ride him properly.

"Yes, sore," I reply with a chuckle, trying to ease his worries by being calm, "but that's to be expected after men have sex, and I'm guessing even more so when it's between a werewolf and a human. I'm a little sore, but it isn't because of anything you did. You did nothing wrong."

I look up at Damon and sigh internally at the familiar look in his eyes.

I knew Damon well enough to recognize that my words wouldn't do much for him, but I'd been really hoping they would. That hope evaporated when I saw that look in his eyes, there was no going back after that look came out to play.

I wasn't surprised when he said, "I have a cream." 

I sigh. It was like having the cold all over again. 

"It's a soothing cream," Damon continues quickly, "it's supposed to be used after sex, it helps human males after...after..." His fierce blush prevents Damon from finishing that sentence.

You would swear this wasn't the same guy who was fucking me into this very mattress just hours ago.

"I don't need a soothing cream," I start but Damon was already leaning over to his nightstand.

I sigh, knowing that it'd be a lot easier for both of us if I let Damon's panic run its course. 

Watching to see what Damon bought off of Amazon this time, I drop my gaze to the nightstand as my innocent mate opens one of the drawers.

My entire body goes still.

No... it couldn't be. 

I close my eyes and take a breath before I open them again. 

Nothing changed. The film over my vision didn't return. It was still-

I stare wide-eyed at the nightstand. 

At the dark wood nightstand that I'd seen every morning for months when I woke up. Its deep colour made it hard for me to find my phone without looking for it with my fingers since it always blended in under my blurred vision. 

But it wasn't today. 

The nightstand wasn't blurred at the edges or blending with my phone o-or the lamp on the top.

It was...

"Will?" Damon says gently, his hand coming to my cheek.

I blink my eyes quickly, expecting to wash away the clear images to find the blurry surface I was used to seeing. But when I open my eyes again, nothing was blurred... nothing about the carved wood seemed to jumble together. 

Nothing was blurry. 

I could... 

I could see it all. 

Every sharp edge carved into the furniture, Damon's phone on the top beside my own, the jewellery he'd left there the day before...even my small chapstick that Damon always had to find for me because I could never make it out on my own.

But there it sat and I... I-I could see it.

"Will," Damon's concern spilling into our bond draws my eyes back to him. Soothing cream forgotten, Damon stares at me with frightened blue eyes that tore at my chest. "Will, what's wrong?"

"I.." I start but my mouth felt so dry suddenly as I looked at him, my mind loud with what this could mean. What this could be... it made hope flare up inside of me and a bit of fear too. 

But even if I could figure out how to get any of that across to Damon now, it was lost the second I looked beyond Damon and to the ceiling above him.

It wasn't the flat layer of white I'd grown accustomed to. There was texture there now, small bumps and ridges that gave it character and history, texture that gave it something other than one blank sheet. 

I could see the small cracks that ran through it, cracks I'd never been able to see before.

See. I could... 

I sit up and Damon quickly pushes himself back a bit to give me space. And I needed it. With the way my heart was galloping within my chest, I felt like it'd give out and any second now. I try to take in deeper breaths, but they were all rushed and short now.

I could see.

Damon was calling my name, asking me things I couldn't hear as his words grew quieter and quieter in my mind when I looked around our bedroom.

Tears fill my eyes.

Slowly... very slowly... I pass my gaze over our room. Terrified of moving too fast and somehow waking myself from this dream. This beautiful, scary dream that I know would disappear at any moment. 

So I try to take in everything I could before I was forced to return to the blurred reality I knew. 

The clothes I'd shoved into one of the drawers the day before took my attention first, with the way they stuck out a bit over the edge, I couldn't take my eyes off the crumpled fabric that made our wardrobe look a little messy. On the top, the tiny candles that Damon had lit for us the night before were burned down to almost nothing, what remained, little black wicks that probably couldn't be lit again. 

On the ground, where some of my shoes were, I could make out which were mine and which were Damon's, even in their jumbled heap. And I-I could see the knots in my laces that Damon always took out for me with his talons.

I could see. I-I could see.

"J-Just tell me what you need a-and I'll get it," Damon says in a scared stammer. I look back at him and his eyes grow wide, "water? Do you need water? O-Or medicine? Help? I can get help! I'll get help!" Damon pulls himself away from me and everything blurs together again the moment he does.

"No," I say on a sob as I look around frantically.

But it was all gone already. The little wicks, the knotted laces, the cracks in the ceiling. 

Every little detail was gone and I was back to the clouded world I knew.

"N-No," I stammer, my eyes filling quickly as grief tears through me.

Mistaking my words, Damon quickly draws himself back to me and takes my hands in his as he pulls himself closer to me. My heart stops as it all comes back to me, my eyes seeing it all clearly once again.

But... 

I look down at Damon's hands holding onto mine before I look around again. It was all there again, somehow it was there again.

As Damon squeezes my fingers tightly, I stare down at them, lost and confused. 

Was it..him?

I focus on the white lines that covered our bedsheet in swirls that usually looked like little thin blobs to me. I stare at their design now before I pull my fingers from Damon's, praying to anyone that would listen that this was what I thought it was.

Sure enough, the white swirls return to the little blobs I knew. All jumbled and messed together as they blended in with the grey. A rushed breath leaves me as understanding and hope dawns inside of me. 

I take Damon's hands again and the swirls reveal themselves bringing another sob from me as I cling onto Damon's fingers. "O-Oh my God," I breathe out on something that was both a laugh and a so.

"Will," Damon calls in a near whine when my tears topple over, his eyes turn glossy as he takes my face in his hands and forces me to look at him. "Will, please. What's going on? Just tell me what's happening and I'll make it better, I-I promise. I'll make it stop hurting. I-I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong. What's wrong?"

As my tears crash into Damon's fingers, I dart my eyes between his, a shaky smile growing on my lips, "I-I can see." I say as I suck in a deep breath and cover his fingers with my own, "Damon, I-I can s-see."

The misery clears from Damon's eyes as he looks back at me, hope and confusion flickering through his gaze and then our bond. His eyes grow wide and he holds me even tighter.

"You can see?" he repeats breathlessly and I nod quickly, all my tears falling freely now. "Not just me? But-"

"I can see everything," I answer as I look around, "the candle wicks, t-the pattern on the sheets, the knots in my shoes," I curl myself fingers around hiss as I look at him, "I t-touch you and I see everything Damon." My heart races in time with his and his eyes fill quickly as I look at him, "I can see again," another sob breaks though me, "... I-I can see D-Damon..."

Damon's lips tremble and his tears fall in a rush before he pulls me to him. I wrap my arms around him, clinging to him and he does the same, keeping me in a fierce hold while I sob against him, crying so hard that it shook the both of us.

"I-I can see," I cry desperately.

Damon helps me into his lap and lets me sob into him while he cries above me, our bond a tangled mess of emotions that felt explosive and heavier than ever before. The bond that had given me back my sight, the bond that had given me him. 

It'd given me Damon and now...

My tears come faster and Damon squeezes me tighter.

I'd given up on ever seeing again. After all the surgeries, all the doctors, all the pain and memories. I'd given up on ever having this, my sight that I thought would be lost to me forever, and I'd learned to live with it.

The blurred faces.The muddied pieces of my life that became one if put too close.
The second-guessing that came with new things, and the fear that accompanied every little thing I tried to do on my own.

I'd grown used to it. I'd forced myself to accept that it could never be fixed. But now...

Now... "I can see."

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Fuck me. I'm crying as hard as them.

Just take a break here.

Maybe take a walk, feed your lizard, come back in a day.
Give your body a second cause this would be where I'd end the chapter.

Also, I kept playing the song for the rest of this chapter while writing.

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Holding Damon's hand in a vice-like grip, I try to keep myself still while I look around.

We'd use this elevator every single day for the past two months, but it felt like I'd never been in it before when I looked at it now. 

It was a beautiful elevator, if I was looking at it in that way, but it wasn't the elegant golden detailings that wrapped around the walls that drew my attention. That wasn't what I kept looking at it.

It was the buttons. 

The little panel of buttons, and all their carefully carved-in numbers for each floor of the packhouse.

Something I wouldn't have glanced at twice two years ago, but couldn't look away from now. I scan my eyes over them, time and time again, my mind having a hard time accepting that I could find a floor's number just from looking at it.

In my first few months out of the hospital, I'd avoided elevators because of how embarrassed I got each time I had to count the nobs to know where I was supposed to get off. 

People tried to be sympathetic and patient, but I could tell they were annoyed. And I could never blame them, who wanted to wait for someone to count to 21 or 30 when they had somewhere to be.

Still, it always made me feel worse, so I'd started using the stairs instead.

But there they were now. Buttons with numbers for each floor... and I could see them all. 

As the elevator comes to a stop and rattles off a ding, I take in a deep breath and Damon tightens his fingers around mine.

The doors part to reveal the rooftop of the packhouse and all the lands that laid beyond it.
I step out first and Damon follows after me, letting me set the pace but never leaving my side.

A passing breeze pushes my hair back as I walk towards the edge, my heart picking up with each step I took. Each step took me a little closer to properly seeing the world around me for the first time.

The pack was massive. The lands stretched out from corner to corner, blanketed by massive trees that were only breached by some of the bigger buildings littered in-between. 

Those same trees dance with today's wind, their leaves swaying from side to side in bunches that didn't blur into one to me. There were spaces between them each, spaces that made them individual amongst the rest, spaces that weren't hidden to me anymore.

My breath catches and I feel myself laughing as I look at them, noting for the first time that there were different types of trees in the woodlands. Different shapes in leaves, different lengths and widths of branches.

"It's beautiful," I say shakily to Damon as I glance up at him for a moment.

Damon's blue eyes shine down at me as he smiles, his expression showing everything that was crashing through me right now. 

"Damon," I say as I look back to the pack, our pack. I lift my free hand to cover my mouth, "it's beautiful. I-It's..."

"Home," he supplies and some splintered part of me finds the rest of itself and slides back into place.

"It's home," I repeat as I look around at the place I knew I'd spend the rest of my years in. 

I could hear the people talking below, wolves howling further off, kids laughing and playing. I could feel it all pumping through my veins, my heart racing in time with theirs. 

My pack. My family.  

"It's home," I say again, my body glowing with the growing connection to the pack that was still weaving itself together. "I'm home."

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Damon and I stay on the rooftop for an hour, two? I didn't know, and I didn't care. 

Not when everything was so much brighter, so much clearer and special! 

The longer I stayed out here, the stronger my connection to it all became, until a devastatingly vicious need to go out there and experience it tried to consume me whole. 

But I had something to do before that.

That something is put on hold when we return to the suite to find the pets waiting for us. I can't help myself from spending another few minutes with Sassy.

When Damon and I had gotten out of our room earlier, I hadn't been able to stop myself from breaking down again when I looked at her and saw her properly for the first time. 

For the last eight months, Sassy had been my friend, my loyal and beautiful friend who'd always been close to cheer me up, to get me home, to protect and love me when I felt most alone. When I left home, Sassy had been the only one I had, the only thing in my life that could make me smile each day. 

Sassy had made it all a little brighter.

And when I realised that I was seeing her face for the first time, I'd cried so hard that she'd taken to growling and barking at Damon, thinking he was at fault.

And now, I was barely holding myself together as I passed a hand over her head, looking at her smooth coat and her sweet face. It was even possible, seeing Sassy reinforced how perfect her name was for her. 

Her brown eyes were always a little narrowed like she was judging, and the little brown spots above them somehow added to an expression that screamed 'spoilt'.

She was perfect and so was Blaze, I had to admit. Blaze refused to let me touch him, but that didn't mean I couldn't see the way he glared at me in the way I always knew he did.

"You told me I was just imagining things," I say to Damon as we make our way down the hall to our bedroom, "you said I was just trying to pick a fight with Blaze."

Damon smirks as he looks down at the chubby bunny that was following behind us with Sassy at his side, "a white lie-."

"Is still a lie," I finish for him, but he only shrugs.

"I was trying to keep the peace, peace that you clearly didn't want," he replies and there were a thousand things I could say to that, but I didn't speak a single one as we came to our open door. 

The light atmosphere fades away as we stay in our doorway, my lungs struggling to feed themselves as I cling onto Damon's fingers.

"You don't have to do this now," Damon tells me gently, "or later, or even in a month, or a year. You don't have to do this until you're ready to."

"I want to."

Damon turns me to look at him, the warmth behind his eyes spreading through me until the fear calmed and the anxiety ebbed. "When you're ready to," he repeats, "there's a difference between being ready for something and wanting it anyway."

"I know," I say as I release his hand for a moment to palm his cheek. He leans into it immediately and I smile, "I know Damon, and I'm ready. After seeing what everything else looks like," I take a breath, "I'm ready to see what I look like." 

Damon studies me for a moment, looking for even a spec of doubt or fear that didn't exist, not when he was here to do it with me. After a moment, his body finally relaxes and he nods before taking my hand in his again, something I was sure we'd be doing a lot more now. 

Lifting my hand, Damon whispers, "you're gorgeous, I promise."

I laugh and he smiles gently at me, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of my palm. Pushing myself up on my toes, I press one to his lips that makes sparks erupt between us, our bond growing stronger with each second.

I'll take you to bed if we don't stop now - I say through our link while I pass my tongue over his.

Damon grins against me before he pulls away, lust burning in his eyes. "After," he replies before he steals another kiss from me, "and only when I've applied the cream."

Rolling my eyes, I settle back to my feet and drag Damon in behind me, my heart feeling much light now as I came upon the large full body mirror that rested between our walls, at the back-right corner of our room.

As I walk up to it, Damon positions himself behind me and rests his hand on my shoulder. 

There I was. 

All five feet and seven inches of me. 

My hair was a tousled mess, my lips red and a little swollen from all the time they spent with Damon's. I was flush all over in a way that made my skin look less pale than I knew it to be, like I had colour to me now. 

Life.

There were little differences I'd expected, but none of the ones I had. 

I'd lost a little bit of the softer parts of my face, my cheeks weren't as full, my face not as small. There were signs of age that I'd expected after more than a year of not seeing myself. Nothing drastic, but nothing I could ignore either.

But I wasn't scarred in the way I thought I was. I'd always imagined that the skin around my eyes was a little lighter in places, soft splashes that would mark what had happened. I'd had surgeries to fix that too, but still, I'd always imagined that they were there.

But there weren't. There was no mark, no scar. 

No imprint of him on the outside as there was on the inside. Something I hadn't realised I'd feared so deeply until I saw for myself that it wasn't there.

He wasn't there. 

I close my eyes, taking a moment to breathe through the pain and torment as memories resurface. But they washed away as I leaned into Damon and opened my eyes again to look at the part of me that had escaped him. 

He wasn't there.

Looking into my eyes, I notice after a moment that my pupils were different. I stare a little harder before realising that they were a little lighter than I remembered, the colour not as deep as they once were, but they were still mine. 

It was still me, and beyond that and the puffiness my tears had caused them, I was still me.

All five feet and seven inches of me.
A little older, a little brighter in places and a little darker in others, but it was still me.

"See," Damon whispers as he rests his chin to the top of my head, "gorgeous." He grins as he rubs my arms gently, "just not as gorgeous as me."

Looking up at him, I try to fight my own grin but nothing could stop it from spreading across my lips as I laughed. "Yes, nothing is as gorgeous as you are," I reply sarcastically.

"Once you're aware," he replies before he kisses my head.

As we stare at one another in the mirror, I study him. I'd seen all of Damon for months, but I'd never seen us together. Now that I was, I couldn't help but love the picture we made, only made more complete by the mark on my shoulder. 

Boyfriends. 

Mates. 

Alpha and Luna.

I tug Damon's arms until he wraps them around my chest where I can hold onto them, my head resting against his as Sassy and Blaze settle in front of us, to complete the family picture.

"I love you, Damon," I whisper, my eyes holding his through the mirror.

Damon smile turns soft as his eyes glow while he looks at me. Bowing his head, Damon presses a gentle kiss to my mark and I melt into him as our bond flares, letting me feel the words he hadn't spoken. 

I love you too...

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I am crying right now. Like, holy shit, tearsssssssssssss

Thoughts??????

When he said 'I can see' for the first time, bitchhhh, that shit got me sobbing. And then when they were crying, holy fuck. Then he went and said 'it's home', got me back under the sheets bawling and then that last part, 'Alpha and Luna' - JESUS

Let me know which part/parts or line/lines were your favourites!!!!!

I know this chapter is shorter than usual, BUT it didn't feel good/right trying to write anything that continues after this in the same chapter. It's short, but it's a lot, and it's really heavy when you realise that Will's seeing everything - including himself - for the first time in a long time. 

I didn't want to take away from that in any way.

Funny thing, I never planned to give Will back his eyesight.

When I started this book and everyone was like -THE BOND WILL HEAL IT - I was cackling like - no it won't. I wanted a character with a disability to remain with it and learn to live with it, instead of just having it fixed.

The only reason I didn't go down that route is because I realised that no matter what I wanted for a character, if Kat/Mekhi offered to fix Will's eyes in the future, he'd say yes immediately. He wouldn't even try to do any speech about learning to overcome his struggle, he'd say give it to me now.

So with that in mind, it only made sense that he should be healed through the bond in some way that waiting for Kat/Mekhi in the future. I did stick with a partial healing though, because I just love the thought of Damon being the one to help Will see like how Will helps Damon see himself better. Ugh.

So yeah, that's the backstory to that. None of your beggings changed my mind loool. I've been seeing those messages for more than a year and laughing at each one. 

Anyway, I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter anyway, it's definitely a new favourite of mine so I can't wait to hear your thoughts!!

Vote and let me know if you played the song because that's what really fucked me up. 

It was the same song I used when Will saw Damon for the first time in Chapter 16 and now, here ugh fuck, I'm crying again just thinking about it.

Fuckkk

Until next time,
Byeeeeeeeeeeeeee Humansssssss