OneSingularWaffle
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As much as she wished she could control it, even at 18 she couldn't stop the way the tears would build up whenever she was stressed, or scared, or just plain upset. She also couldn't help the fact that once everyone found out what was going on behind closed doors at her birth father's house, everyone took it upon theirselves to try to play "savior."
So, yes, Isla Fawn Sommers was the resident town pity project and apparent crybaby.
Despite the fact that she tried her hardest to be normal, she never felt truly whole, never felt truly safe. Not until she met one Mikaelson-and certainly not until she met the rest of them.
Getting kidnapped may have sucked, but she wouldn't change it for the world. Not when she had met one of her soulmates because of it, not when she had met all of them.
Now that they had her, they'd never let her go. She was their sun, their moon, their stars, their earth, their galaxy. She was their everything. She was their darling Fawn, always and forever.
It just sucked that Elena and her friends didn't seem to understand that.