HI HI i was wondering if u could draw dompenta ship content :3
yes I can also BTW for the new people from that dompenta I don't personally ship them very actively but I am happy to feed u all, my ships w penta are a bit different lol, ver with Pentas jacket n without, original meme under cut (technically my first pentadom was today's daily so this is for tomorrow) - algae
I love these two so much I managed to write a oneshot on them. (Also posted this on ao3!)
SUMMARY: Dom gets a nasty bruise after losing a match and Penta shows up to help him.
TAGS: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Hand Kissing, One Shot, Maybe a little ooc? Idk this is my first time writing them
FIC BELOW THE CUT
Dominik whimpered quietly to himself as he pressed an icepack to a bruise on his cheekbone. He was backstage, just gotten out of a match. Judgement Day was banned from ringside and the distraction from them having to leave caused Dom to let his guard down and receive a nasty strike to the face. Not to mention he lost the match too.
He sat on top of some boxes, hunched over as he tried to position the ice pack in a way that didn’t hurt. His body felt sore, causing him to shift uncomfortably. The match replayed in his head over and over again. He felt hurt, embarrassed, and worst of all, The Judgement Day was nowhere to be seen; he was alone. A part of him figured that might be a good thing, not having to face anyone after the embarrassment. But another part of him yearned to be comforted by his loved ones.
Dom was lost in his thoughts, mindlessly fidgeting with his shirt before he heard some footsteps approaching him. His shoulders slumped as he looked up and realized it was his rival, Penta. He watched him closely, noticing how Penta seemed.. Oddly calm. He began to wonder what he was here for anyways, maybe to mock him or talk about how he’s going to beat him in their next match or something.
But instead, Penta just sat down next to Dom. Dominik’s brows furrowed as he grew a bit tense. He wasn’t sure what Penta was playing at here. Penta looked at him, Dom met his gaze as well.
“Nasty bruise you got there.” He pointed out, gesturing to the large injury plastered to Dom’s face. He groaned, shifting his weight. “Yeah.” He responded bluntly. “It’s not fair, I mean, The Judgement Day didn’t even do anything wrong, why’d they have to get sent back huh? I could’ve won that!” He added, adding in a lot of hand gestures as if to show his frustration.
“Amigo, they were trying to cheat.” Penta pointed out, though quickly ended that line of thought. He wasn’t here to try and make Dom more upset. He watched as Dom fumbled with the ice pack for a few moments before nudging him to get his attention.
“Dámelo” [give it to me] Penta instructed, gesturing for Dom to hand him the ice pack. “Why..?” Dom responded, seeming skeptical. Penta sighed. “Por el amor de dios, [for god’s sake] let me help you.” After another moment of awkwardly waiting, Dom sighed, giving in and handing Penta the ice pack. He’d take any comfort he could get at the moment. He’s just glad no one else was around to see him receiving it from his rival of all people.
The two shifted so that their bodies were properly facing each other. Penta gently pressed the ice pack to Dom’s bruise, earning a loud hiss from him in response. Penta was quick to lift his free hand and hold Dom’s cheek in a gentle manner. This threw Dom off-guard, though he was still desperate for comfort, so he allowed it.
“Shh, it’s alright.” Penta reassured, his thumb tenderly stroking Dom’s cheek. Dom swallowed, unsure on how to feel about the moment between them. He was under the impression that Penta didn’t like him very much, so he was unsure why he was even here helping him in the first place.
Penta pressed the ice pack against Dom’s cheek once again. Dom tensed, but allowed it. It felt better than when he was doing it on his own at the very least. Soon, the pain began to fade away. After a few more long moments like this, Penta put the ice pack aside, his hand lingering on Dom’s cheek for just a moment longer before it fell back to his side.
Dom shifted awkwardly, running a hand through his hair. “Thanks.” He finally mumbled, avoiding eye contact. Penta perked up slightly at the gesture, not expecting to hear any sort of gratitude from the younger male.
Penta cleared his throat, leaning back slightly. “Sí, of course.” He replied, now avoiding eye contact as well. The whole thing felt oddly intimate for people who were often at each other's necks. “Is there uh.. Anything else you need?” Penta asked, finally looking back at Dominik.
Dom froze for a moment as if caught in the middle of a thought. “No I uh- I’m fine.” He replied, still feeling a little awkward about the whole situation. But he also couldn’t help but enjoy the way Penta was treating him. He wanted the affection to continue, but he also didn’t want to show more vulnerability than he already had.
“Right then.” Penta hopped off the boxes, Dom watching him. “Hold on-” Dom piped up, hopping off the boxes as well. He looked down at Penta, swallowing as he contemplated his question. “Why did you help me?” He asked.
It was a simple question, but Penta took a few moments to respond. “I just didn’t want to leave you alone, all sad and all.” He responded, shifting his weight between his feet, his hands resting on his hips. Dom stared at him, trying to discern the honesty of the statement. “Why?” Dom asked, finding it hard to believe his rival of all people could care about him enough to check on him like this.
“What, you think just because I challenge you to matches I don’t care about you?” Penta replied, meeting Dom’s gaze as he looked up at him. “I look out for my opponents, so, if you ever need me..” He paused mid-scentence to take Dom’s hand and place a gentle kiss on the back of it. “..You let me know.” He said, leaving Dom completely stunned at this point.
Penta’s hand lingered on Dom’s for a few moments before he let go, walking past him and gently nudging his shoulder with his fist. “I see you next week, mi amor!” He added as he left. Dom stood there, stunned by the events that had just taken place. He had completely forgotten about his loss tonight at this point.
“¿Qué voy a hacer?” [What am I going to do?] Dom mumbled to himself, watching as Penta sauntered off, probably to go back to the locker room. He didn’t even realize Finn and the others coming up behind him.
“What you staring at there bud?” Finn spoke up, causing Dom to jump. He whipped around, seeing The Judgement Day standing there. “Uh, nothing.” He replied, turning to face them. “Let’s just get out of here.” He said, walking off with the others. But the memory of Penta comforting him replayed over and over in his head.
