A/N: The 6.3 Dottore stuff changed my brain chemistry. Canon yandere Dottore was not on my Genshin bingo card. Let’s just hope Pantalone isn’t super pissed the first time we meet him.
Warnings: Yandere Fauti Non-Sense, obsession, possession (desired), g/n reader, sfw
Imagine Pantalone shares Dottore's obsession with the traveler. Whether it be grief due to the “loss” of his friend, or that our value to him is nearly immeasurable, he still wants us.
It didn't start out that way. Pantalone's orders in the beginning were only to keep tabs on us through our various tasks with the Adventurer's Guild. It was easy enough to draw us in with the promise of ample rewards, provided we completed certain tasks. We had nothing, so the chance to earn something was welcomed. At first, the tasks were small. We were given simple challenges designed to measure our character, figure out our personality, our likes, our dislikes. Then the tasks grew into feats of strength. How invincible were we? How many monsters could we defeat in one go? How far did the limit of our physical capabilities extend before we could be defeated? Then finally, the bar was raised with the intention of testing our resolve. How much could we take, before we cracked under the weight of our own ambition? All of it would be compiled into reports that Pantalone would then pass on to the higher ups in the Fauti.
He never really paid them much mind. While the reports gave a glimpse into our true value when it came to the Fauti’s plans, Pantalone was already well aware that we were nearly invaluable as we were unique to this world. A true one of a kind. Decent people were a mora a dozen, weren’t they? Immortals, especially powerful ones, were rarer but still easy enough to find. All anyone needed to do was look at his comrades as proof. Descenders though, they weren’t just strolling down the frozen streets of Snezhnograd were they? Especially one that is so easily manipulated as us.
We were so generous with some of his other comrades, surely we could be persuaded to do the same for Dottore and him, right?
The desire to possess us stemmed purely from Dottore’s interest in us. It was hard to know when or how Dottore’s interest had sparked, but as Dottore's desire to have us grew, so did Pantalone's. As Dottore's patience waxed and waned, so did Pantalone's. The only relief that abided the mutual need to have us, were the reports that told them we were drawing that much closer with every step we took. As Pantalone readied himself for the journey to Nod Krai, the excitement of being so close to finally bringing us to his and Dottore’s side was nearly impalpable. Natlan was very near to Nod Krai, wasn’t it? With the Captain’s unfortunate demise and the abyss still lurking, it would be nothing to steal Natlan’s famed hope from them, would it? Pantalone loved nothing more than realizing a long standing goal. Whether that be taking control of the world’s economy or us, he would enjoy the victory immensely.
Victory though, would not be that easy.
Part of the job of a harbinger was to expect disappointment. Whether it be in business or in war, not everything went completely to plan. Even if one achieved the desired outcome, things could often get messy, especially if the right variables were introduced at the right time. We were one of those variables and Dottore’s failure to fully capture us was certainly a disappointment. Pantalone, though, could only grit his teeth and endure it. His disgust at the defeat could be quelled with the knowledge that he knew we wouldn’t stay in Nod Krai forever. At some point we would leave. With one archon left to find, Pantalone knew at some stage we would have to journey to Sneznaya. His patience would have to hold a little longer, even if his desire to take what he felt was his was already overriding all logic and reason.
He could wait. He would wait. Because the second we crossed into his territory, he knew it would be over for us. Pantalone would achieve what Dottore could not. He would bring us to heal once and for all, and when he did so he could finally call us his.
