Amos Ryan Diggory

So, yeah.

So, yeah.

So, yeah.

I probably already ship it

"Maybe I'm proposing going easy because I just don't want to see you crying, mate. It's never a good thing when the cutest guy on the team is crying."

He laughed softly by the young man’s ears: “Ja, about zat. Why a wizard is afraid of a spider is a wonder to me. But I do afraid of ozer zings. So we are even, hmmph?”

"I'm afraid of spiders because in the Wizarding World they are doubled in size. I'm specializing in Magical Creatures, love. I've seen acromantulas up close. They aren't the nicest." He said, trying to defend his point. "Yes, you are. So, we are totally even."

He made a face at his own nickname, his hands went to wrap around the other wizard’s shoulders: “I certainly hope not. Not zat I will complain. But I do have ozer…huh………quality.”

He smiled, looking down a little. "I know you don't like your nickname, babe. But, that's the first thing I learned, just for you." He said, knowing that probably didn't make the nickname any less weird. He looked back up, though, when he felt the other's hands around his shoulders. "Of course you do. You treat me right. You make sure I'm always safe. You kill the spiders." He chuckled.

"And for zat, I feel incredibly lucky, you know. Considering I am a lot older zan you and knows next to nozing about Muggles and always make a fool of myself whenever ze topic is around zem." He ran over the younger man’s wet face with his thumb.

He chuckled, shaking his head. "You know I don't care about any of that stuff, love. In fact, it makes me love you more." He smiled, feeling the other's thumb caress his face. "Despite what it seems like, or how much I may joke about it, I'm not just dating you because of your reisig hahn." He smirked slightly before hiding his face in the other's neck.