You broke my heart and I'm a little afraid to trust you now, but 28 + 60?

If I broke your heart, it’s only right to mend it with more Cayde/Banshee. Proposal fic + poorly timed confession. This takes place during Albios’ funeral on Io where lore tells us Cayde and Banshee were making bets about whether Cayde could make increasingly dangerous jumps. XD (Don’t know what it is with me breaking Hunter legs today lol) Warning for terrible injury and casual death talk.

Cayde’s entire love life could be considered poorly timed. He fell for Maya after she was already married, asked out Shiro the same day Shiro asked out Lush, realized his crush on Andal just before the man got locked away into Vanguard duty. Discovered his love of Zavala Action Snacks the day they were discontinued.

So the second he realizes he’s in love with Banshee, Cayde knows he needs to pounce on the opportunity to confess before it’s too late. Problem is, he has this revelation while he’s falling about five stories. That last gorge was, apparently, just a smidge too wide. Cayde lands with a sicken squeal and crunch as both legs shatter on impact. Banshee can probably hear him shouting and cursing back up on the ledge.

Cayde shuts off all the sensors and relays he can but it’s very possible he blacks out trying to process all the warnings that flash across his brain because, when he comes to, Banshee has made it to the bottom of the gorge with him.

“Hell, Cayde, you willing to kill yourself for a couple pieces of junk and some glimmer?”

Cayde’s not in a state to respond to that. He hisses and flaps a hand at Sundance’s general shape as his eyes start flicking offline again. The Ghost begins to work her magic but she grumbles about the crazy extent of the damage her Guardian has done.

“Would it be faster if I shot him and you brought him back from scratch?” Banshee asks, frightfully practical about the whole thing.

“In fact, it would be,” Sundance quips. “And even if it wasn’t faster, it would make me feel better.”

“Whoah, whoa, whoa!” Cayde bats Banshee’s sidearm away from his face. “Hold up, would ya! I have something important to say.”

The Hunter takes a second to wipe his brain of error messages and takes Banshee by his non-gun-holding hand.

“Banshee, will you marry me?”

Banshee carefully withdraws his hand and double checks the safety on his sidearm. “Hit his head pretty hard too. I’ll go ahead and set him up for you, Sundance.”

Cayde’s voice bounces off the rock walls around them. “I didn’t hit my head! I’m in love with you, idiot!”

It takes a long time for Banshee to lower his piece.

“You had to break both legs to tell me that?”

Cayde huffs. It’s not fair for Banshee to be smiling at him like that. “No. They’re unrelated.”

Mostly. Cayde did decide he loves Banshee the moment he realized he wasn’t going to make that jump because wouldn’t he be sorry if he was mortal and would never get to confess it.

“Marry you, huh? Should I answer before or after I shoot you?”

Cayde burries his face in his hands.

“Because I cant decide if it’s worse to shoot a man right after he proposed or if it’s worse to shoot my fiance.”

“You’re…gonna say yes?”

Banshee laughs in that soft, gravely way of his.

“Guess I gave away the end.”

“Well, at least I know I’m dying happy.”

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