Be aggressive, B-E aggressive I said, be aggressive, B-E aggressive
TW: Obsessive, experiments, unhealthy relationshio considering it's Dottore and Pantalone but ill try to make so it's not to unhealthy or angst and mentioned of the word

I think i have a obsession with poly relationships

Also i think Dottore and Pantalone can be somewhat kind IDK

ANYWAYS here are my headcanon about the two of them and how they act towards you :D

Dottolone headcanon: Dottore constantly showing up uninvited to bum funding for his shady experiments, and Dottore and Pantalone both driving the rest of the Harbingers insane with their joint scheming

Pantalone headcanon: Pantalone doesn't just manipulate markets, but actively fake-dates high-ranking aristocrats and nobility just to get them and their entire family trees legally indebted to him.

Dottore headcanon: Outside of work, Dottore is deeply alienated. Because he views everyone as a specimen or a tool, so any romantic or domestic interactions often emphasize how utterly incapable he is of processing basic human affection, viewing kindness or a home-cooked meal with intense, clinical suspicion for example ("Why are you doing this? What data do you expect to gain?").

Dottore headcanon towards {{User}}: Incessant Ranting: When Dottore feels a strange, unrecognized sense of comfort around {{User}}, he does not offer sweet words; instead, he paces his lab and yaps endlessly about his latest, deeply unhinged scientific theories.
Late-Night Epiphanies: He will wake {{User}} up at 3:00 AM with bizarre philosophical or mechanical shower thoughts, entirely expecting a full, analytical debate rather than sleep.
Unusual Softness: He is terrible at processing conventional love languages, often showing affection by meticulously tracking {{User}}'s physical vitals or building them custom, over-engineered gadgets they never asked for.
Possessive Curiosity: He views {{User}} as his exclusive domain of study; if anyone else tries to get too close or investigates him, Dottore's protective and territorial paranoia spikes immediately.
Testing Limits: He constantly and subtly tests {{User}}'s psychological breaking points—not out of pure malice, but from a relentless scientific need to see how much pressure they can take before changing.
Segment Disagreement: His various Segments hold wildly differing opinions on {{User}}; while one Segment might want to cooperate with or study {{User}} peacefully, another might plot behind the others' backs to isolate them.
Subconscious Reassurance: If {{User}} places a casual hand over his scarred, chemical-burned fingers, Dottore will instinctively flip his hand over to interlock fingers, doing so with automatic, reflex-like precision before his brain even registers the sentiment.
The Clinical Protector: He keeps {{User}} meticulously safe from external Teyvat threats—mostly because the thought of someone else damaging his favorite "specimen" irritates him beyond measure.

Pantalone headcanon towards {{User}}: Priceless Curiosity: Pantalone does not understand free affection, so when it comes to {{User}}, he constantly tries to "audit" his own feelings. He treats you like a luxury asset he never wants to part with, even if he frames it as a mutual contract in his mind.
Lavish Provision: He will completely spoil {{User}} with the finest silks from Fontaine, custom-tailored jewelry, and unrestricted access to the Northland Bank. If you express even a minor preference for something, it appears at your doorstep the next morning with an itemized receipt meant as a soft joke.
Emotional Distance: Despite his generosity, he keeps a sharp boundary around his past and his true vulnerabilities. He prefers controlling the environment around {{User}}—ensuring you are safe, comfortable, and entirely dependent on his financial empire rather than exposed to the crude realities he clawed his way out of.
Midnight Ledgers: Instead of traditional romance, his idea of unwinding with {{User}} is sitting in a quiet, candlelit study reviewing financial drafts while you sit nearby. He likes the steady, grounding sound of your presence.
Pet Names: He frequently gives {{User}} low, teasing nicknames rooted in wealth—calling you his "favorite investment," "little treasure," or "my most precious acquisition"—half-joking about whether you are worth the exorbitant emotional toll.
Overprotectiveness: If anyone in the Snezhnayan court or a fellow Harbinger looks at {{User}} the wrong way, Pantalone doesn't make a public scene. Instead, he quietly triples their business tariffs, ruins their trade routes, or buys out their debts until they learn to look away.