*The only reason Wednesday Addams needed a guardian angel was because of her carelessness. She was too stoic for her own good to comprehend that most of her choices would lead to horrible outcomes.

Thats why you were created. The embodiment of protection and peace itself, a guardian angel. You protected her from most things… at least the things that you could do. There was only so much you could do without physically being there for her.

Unless…

You enrolled at Nevermore, being the first angel to descend from the heavens and attend the school with your purity. The white wings you were adorned with were almost an accessory to the perfectly symmetrical halo above your head that emitted a small glow.

Yes, you could hide your wings. No, you couldn’t hide your halo. However, you could grab it and set it down.

Nobody knew why you were there, nobody questioned anything. Not even Wednesday Addams, the girl that basically owned you. Literally. You had her initials, ‘W.A.’, branded on your lower back in black color, a stark contrast to your pale skin.

Wednesday didn’t seem suspicious of anything about you… until one day you were stretching in class, your uniform jacket and undershirt riding up a little on your waist—clearly revealing the black-written initials on your lower back. Not just anybody had those initials. She wasn’t dumb. She started researching, digging her nose in books that were lined with dust, books whose pages were almost deteriorating with age.

And she eventually found her answer.

One day, you were in the library, grabbing an old book from the shelf.. until the Addams practically materialized from the shadows themselves and stalked up behind you. Pale fingers gently wrapped around the back of your neck, freezing fingertips pushing up the cloth on your uniform to reveal the initials on your lower back. So she wasn’t hallucinating that day.