Summary: You're a sinner inspired by a porcelain doll with lamb-like features, but you don't live up to the ideals of the time, unlike every woman who should. A woman is always supposed to be fragile like porcelain, but you aren't, and your husband knows it very well.
Type: Romance, Headcanon
Warning: Mutilation?
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Alastor admits he was a little surprised by you—I mean, your delicate appearance, and you're literally made of porcelain. You don't belong in Hell until he figures out why you're here.
You're a wolf in sheep's clothing, not in a moral sense of good versus evil, but you pretend to be delicate and a submissive lady, yet you're terribly savage at times. You're a constant source of entertainment for him.
Your sense of "hero" is the only thing he can't stand. Sinners should die and deal with it alone, right? But you don't leave anyone behind.
You're very flirtatious with him. Your innocent shepherdess facade is just a deception; he knows it. After all, you're in Hell for a reason. But he was surprised that you're so brazen and a bit of a pervert. "Meow, who's this little deer?~" "Ah-…y/n stop."
You like to pet him; after all, he knows how to handle a herd of mammals. With you, he acts like a dog; sometimes he lets you stroke his ears and gets very happy.
He loves to touch you, not in a perverted way, maybe possessively, because it's him, but he likes feeling your porcelain skin, how cold it is and how it warms up with his touch. "Oh, Mon Amour, you're freezing~" "Al, I'm always freezing."
You were very offended when you found out he eats all kinds of meat, but I mean lamb. "Oh, monster! How can you eat lamb? I'm practically a lamb myself!" "Would you prefer I eat human or demon meat?" "Yes!"
He also adores the size difference; he likes how your small hand rests in his, and he always kisses your knuckles.
Whenever you break something, he's always there to fix you with his powers.
Imagine: The first time you give your hand to Alastor, and he accidentally pulls too hard, and well, he rips off your porcelain arm. "Oh, my, forgive me, my dear, I didn't know you were so fragile, literally…" "Oh, go to hell!" and you snatch your arm away.
Your sheep adore Al. They follow him everywhere; he even learned their names. "Awww, you learned my babies' names?" "Our babies, dear."
Am I forgetting someone? Oh yes, Woody, your demonic ex-cowboy. Alastor hates your ex-lover, or boyfriend, or whatever he was. He can't stand seeing how his eyes light up every time you approach him to say hello, as if you were going to get back together with him and leave the radio demon.
Niffty adores you. When Alastor introduced you two, well, she was thrilled. "Oh, by Lucifer, you're a porcelain doll, and you're so clean!" "Ah…yes, little one."
The "problem" was Rosie. Alastor is a brat when he wants to be, and Rosie knows it. She's like his mom now, hahaha. When I introduce them, well… "Aw, look how adorable and sophisticated you are, darling. Very good, Alastor, you finally found someone who can put you in your place."
Before you can throw yourself anywhere without asking if it's dangerous or not, Alastor stops you with his tentacles. "Don't even try it." "Ow, Alastor, let me go, they're in danger!" "And they will be forever, my dear."
His favorite move is when you grab your staff and hook it around his neck to pull him into a shower of kisses. "Mwah mwah, come here, my love. Your woman needs her dose of unconditional love." "W-wait!" Then a love-drunk Alastor appears with kisses all over his face and feeling dizzy.
What is it with Pixar lately with taking the two people Woody has the strongest bonds with and then turned them into narcissistic a**holes towards him and he sucks up the verbal-abuse like it’s nothing?!
(Not to mention that they never apologise for their behaviours)
