an F1 RPF Landoscar Omegaverse whump collection by papayabrain
For Whumptober 2025
No.29: Fainting/Broken Dishes
Summary: Lando’s just come out of heat and he’s feeling good. Until he faints on the kitchen floor…
Rating: T
Word count: 1.8k
Warnings: Fainting, blood, and injury.
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He woke surrounded by warmth, the fresh sheets wrapping him up in a therapeutic mix of lavender detergent and lingering chocolate.
As he stirred further, he found he was alone in the nest. Not uncommon for his heat breaks. His alpha would be busy replenishing snacks and hydration packs, washing sheets and cleaning up.
Lando took a quick assessment – he was lucid, well-rested, and satiated. It had been enough days now for his heat to be over. The lingering aftereffects of general fatigue and low-grade fever would leave him over the coming hours.
As he rolled over to search for his phone, a new enticing smell summoned him.
Osc must have been cooking a full meal. His body thrummed with pleasure, chirping in content knowing his alpha was taking perfect care of him.
Slipping out of the nest, he grabbed one of Oscar’s zip hoodies from the edge, as well as a clean pair of boxers from his drawers. He used the bathroom, foregoing brushing his teeth if they were going to be eating soon, before exiting the room and padding down the hallway. The food smelled ten times better out here, and he sighed with a smile as he made his way to the kitchen.
He braced himself against the doorway as he watched Osc work his magic. They were in their London flat, not far from Max’s and Harrods, and the layout meant he could stand here unnoticed as his alpha had his back to him. In Monaco, he’d have the side view from the door, and Osc would notice him immediately.
He’d been sent home from work five days ago, his heat symptoms hitting during a simulator session. Jon had taken him for tests, and Max had looked after him until Oscar could fly over to be here with him. They hadn’t had much of a chance to figure out why he’d gone into heat outside of summer or winter break. However, they were lucky that it was during their impromptu month free with two races cancelled.
Bodies were weird, so maybe it just knew. Oscar’s rut hadn’t triggered yet, though, so they’d have to see if they’d be staying here longer.
Osc turned from retrieving a can from the cupboard, placed it down once he saw him and immediately headed over. One hand to his forehead, the other against his hip, possessive but gentle. He gave a soft rumble as the omega purred.
“Didn’t think you’d be awake yet, darling. You should still be resting.”
Lando kissed him before they scented each other, his mating bite on his neck throbbing deliciously. “I’m fine, babe. I wanna help you finish. Smells fucking mint.”
“Thought we could have something more substantial. You smell like you’re close to being out of it.”
“Mm-hm. Reckon we might already be done. See how I feel later on.”
Oscar kissed him before heading back to the stove. “Jon’ll wanna clear you before you’re allowed back at the MTC.”
“Urghhhh,” he groaned, covering his face with his hands. “Can’t believe that happened at work. Could you imagine if it was at a freaking race? I’d never live it down.” He pouted, trudging into the kitchen.
There was an array of boards across the counter, Osc chopping vegetables to add to whatever he was making. He took a gander at the stove, which had a pan full of seasoned sweet potatoes. A bag of rice sat on the counter next to it.
“Vegan chilli, okay? We’re out of meat, and I didn’t wanna leave you alone or bring anyone here with some. I found a recipe that uses avocados.”
Lando melted, wrapping his arms around his alpha as he chirped again. “You’re the best!” Once he let go, he washed his hands at the sink, drying them on a tea towel. “Right, what am I doing first?”
They worked in tandem, Lando chopping up the rest of the veg, Osc manning the stove. Music blasted from the speakers, and they fried and stirred and talked and laughed while they assembled the meal. He was glad his cramps were gone, replaced by growls of hunger. His alpha made him drink water, and he purred, exchanging sips for kisses.
They were almost done, Lando going to retrieve the plates for dishing up, when Oscar hugged him from behind, kissing his neck. He smelled divine, and he shivered.
“I have a surprise for you,” he whispered.
Lando rubbed his eyes, relaxing back into his hold. “Mmm, what more could you possibly spoil me with? It’s not even either of our birthdays!”
“Call it a heat finish treat then, I don’t know! Trust me, you’ll love it.”
“Best alpha ever, you romantic sap,” Lando grinned as he turned around to kiss him.
Osc left the kitchen, and Lando got out the plates. He must have stood up too fast, though, as he instantly felt…weird. Black spots erupted in his vision. He clung to the counter for dear life, whispering his alpha’s name.
The music muffled.
His legs buckled.
The room spun.
The last thing he remembered was trying not to touch the plates.
And then nothing.
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Oscar was in the bedroom, digging out the box from their chest of drawers, when he heard it.
Something shattering. A loud clatter, and a crash.
“Lando? Everything alright?” he yelled out, waiting for the stream of apologies or maybe for his omega to burst into tears. There was something sharp in the air, like something was wrong. And when he didn’t get an immediate answer, he was sprinting back to the kitchen, box still in hand.
It was empty.
“Lan?”
Silence other than the music.
Leaving the box on the nearest counter, he took a step before something hit his nose. Metallic. Unmistakable.
Blood.
His legs moved before his brain caught up, his alpha instincts taking over to protect his omega. Rounding the side of the island, his stomach dropped as he gazed upon Lando’s limp body. His eyes were closed, pieces of shattered plates lying all around him. And the blood. He was hurt. He’d passed out. He was bleeding.
Grabbing the phone, he switched off the hobs and the music to immediately call emergency services, grabbing any dry tea towels and even using his own t-shirt to stem the flow of blood from one of his legs.
He relayed the information. Lando was just about coming out of his heat cycle. He’d felt and seemed fine, perfectly normal. Right now, though, he was unconscious but breathing, with three lacerations to his bare legs from taking the dishes with him. Nothing was stuck in him, but Oscar was alone stemming the bleeding.
Lando gasped and whimpered when he’d been on the phone for just under forty-five seconds. He wept in relief, gently hushing him and letting him know help was on the way. When he tried to move, Oscar placed a blood-covered hand on his chest, alpha rumbling in some effort to comfort him.
“You’re gonna be okay, sweetheart. Does your head hurt?”
“Dunno,” he muttered. He reached a clumsy, shaking hand up to his head and gingerly probed at it. When he whined as he touched his left side, Oscar relayed it to the dispatcher, who instructed him to keep Lando awake and calm and that he was doing a great job.
When the paramedics arrived, he almost growled at them despite knowing they were there to help. They didn’t seem fazed, however, especially as they knew Lando was at the end of his heat. He was being a good alpha by protecting him. It was their turn to take care of him. He should do that.
One of them took him aside and gently prompted him to wash up, put on some comfy clothes, and gather any supplies he and Lando would need for the next day or so. Glad for something to do, he washed his hands in the bathroom before retrieving a new t-shirt and changes of clothes for them both. He almost forgot to include some shoes.
Grabbing Lando’s phone from the bedside table, he sent off a quick message to his parents and Jon, letting them know where to meet them. He’d have called, but it would have been too distracting. He could do so later if he got any updates before they joined him.
As he packed the bag, he added some of Lando’s favourite snacks and his papaya dinosaur, before getting the box back from the kitchen. It was a new keyring for his backpack. Well, there were actually two in the box, as it meant they’d both have one and match.
He tried to ignore the guilt that gnawed at him as he shoved on his trainers. If he’d left the surprise until after dinner, he would’ve been in the kitchen and could have caught Lando, stopped him from being injured.
The woman paramedic who’d spoken to him earlier approached him again. Lando was strapped to the gurney ready to be taken to the ambulance. He was sitting up and awake, but he looked like he was struggling with the brightness of the flat. Oscar turned off the lights and delighted in hearing him purr.
“You did everything right. He’s in good hands.” She rubbed his back with a soft smile. “These things happen sometimes, alright? It’s nobody’s fault.”
He blinked back tears, nodding. “Thanks.”
Lando was asking for him, and he was fast by his side, squeezing his hand and kissing his forehead. “I’m coming too, baby, don’t worry.”
“What about my surprise? I ruined it!” He pouted, and Oscar couldn’t help but laugh.
He stroked a hand through his hair, on the good side so he didn’t touch the sore part. “It’s in my bag. It’s coming with us to the hospital. I’ll give it to you later, promise.”
As they moved him outside, Oscar did a quick sweep of the flat to check everything was off that needed to be off, dropping some kitchen roll on the floor to soak up the remnants of Lando’s blood, before making sure he had their keys and then leaving.
When he caught up with them, Lando was whining.
“Is he in pain?” Oscar demanded. “Can you give him something?”
The paramedic shook her head. “He wants something with your scent on it.”
They’d taken off the hoodie he’d been wearing, no doubt to make sure there were no more cuts from the broken dishes Oscar might have missed.
“Oh! Fuck, sorry, yes.” He rummaged inside his bag while they loaded him up into the ambulance. Finding what he was looking for, he joined them, sitting in one of the seats next to the gurney. Holding out the stuffed dinosaur, his alpha rumbled at seeing Lando’s eyes light up.
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