Sturgis Elias Podmore

“why would you hate yourself over this? you didn’t do anything wrong.” it didn’t make sense to him. none of what had happened had been out of malice on any of their parts. Not his or hers or Tristan’s. 

“You can bare-” he swallowed a little, shaking his head “of all the things you shouldn’t be able to look at me for, this is the one you choose?” there was something that hurt more about that than if it had been about him when he was with Amycus or because he’d been in Azkaban. “Look, Lucy, I haven’t seen Tristan since and - and if you don’t want me to see him again I won’t. I care about him, but I care about you more. You’re the only family I have.”

“I don’t want - of course I want you here, Luce. I - things are different right now, but that doesn’t mean I want you to go away.”

“Getting a few things for what?” he asked, though it was pretty obvious. It wasn’t that he didn’t know, it was more that he wanted her to say it. “You know you don’t have to leave, Luce” he let out a sigh. 

“Lucy?” It was strange saying her name like a question, there was no way it wasn’t Lucy. She was the only other one with a key to the place after all. Still, he hasn’t actually seen her since the incident with Tristan. “Lucy what are you doing?” he asked hating that she felt she had to sneak around. 

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Sturgis looked back at Lucy and then back to Tristan. There was plenty to explain and he let go of Tristan’s wrist as he began to. He noticed the way he looked at Lucy when he emphasized that he’d said he didn’t do relationships. Sturgis had always known where they stood, but - “I think maybe it’s best we not see each other for a little while” It pained him to say it, but right now he didn’t know what else to say or do. 

She felt like such an idiot. Her arms crossed tight across her body, she averted her gaze the entire conversation, willing herself to stay silent until Tristan finally left, until she could just gather her thoughts and not say something she’d regret. She could feel her anger boiling though, her temper getting the best of her as it always did, and when Tristan spoke her gaze immediately snapped to his.

“Don’t say stupid shit or you’re gonna make me say something you don’t wanna hear.” She snapped, fists clenched as she tried her best to keep the anger at bay. It wasn’t his fault, wasn’t hers, wasn’t Sturgis’s – but she was angry, ashamed, she felt stupid and it all translated back to anger. She trembled, hot tears stinging her eyes and she quickly wiped them away, turning away to preserve what little dignity she had left.

Tristan felt like shit, and it was just made worse when Sturgis told him they should stop seeing each other, and then when Lucy started crying. His chest ached, the pain sharper than anything he’d really felt before. He took a step back, his own eyes filling with tears, as he realized he’d ruined everything.

“I don’t need or want anything. What’s there to explain?” She groaned, leaning against the wall opposite the door to distance herself as much as possible. She felt awful, part of her, to see Tristan fleeing and part of her knew this would ruin the friendship – the whatever it was that they had – but a bigger part of her wanted the whole mess to disappear. To not have to deal with it, to not have to explain it to Sturgis.

Tristan glanced down at Sturgis’s hand on his wrist, before looking over at Lucy. He didn’t know what to say or how to explain himself. He didn’t plan for this to happen. He was just having fun and avoiding any true feelings while also indulging in feelings he’d like to have. But how did he explain that?

“I-I like you both,” he said, glancing between them. “I really do. I care about you both. I just …” He looked helplessly at Lucy. “I told you I didn’t do relationships.” It was a lame ass excuse and he knew it, he just didn’t know what else to say.

“Does it matter?” She snapped, unintentionally of course, but she wasn’t in her right mind. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew rationally that she’d feel guilty for snapping at him, for reacting like she was, but at the moment she didn’t care about rational responses. 

She knew that he couldn’t have known that they were – they weren’t even siblings, they didn’t even look alike and yet it still stung. Of course, it stung because she’d been developing feelings like she promised herself not to do. Like she swore to herself she wouldn’t do. 

Tristan ran a shaky hand through his hair again. He didn’t know what to say. He never told Sturgis or Lucy that their … interactions were exclusive. But he still felt like he somehow two-timed them both. And now to find out that they were related in some way … that was just icing on a big mistake cupcake.

“I’m sorry,” he said again helplessly, moving hurriedly toward the door to escape.

“What —“ She began to ask, not even able to process everything that was happening. She saw Tristan fall from the couch when she turned, saw Sturgis reaching for his shirt and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was going on.

She felt sick as she looked at them, trying to calm herself. “It — the game got cancelled.” She replied absently, looking from Sturgis to Tristan. “You — you and him. You …” she trailed off, turning away. “Fuck! Seriously? Are you fucking kidding me?”

This couldn’t be happening. It was like something out of his worst nightmare. See Tristan? This is why you’re not supposed to have sex more than once with the same person. Look at the shit you got yourself into!

“Lucy,” Tristan said desperately, stumbling over his feet as he hurried to her. He stopped short of touching her, however, remembering Sturgis and looking back at the guy helplessly. How did he explain? He cared about both of them, more than he knew how to say, really. “I’m sorry,” he finished lamely, running a hand through his hair in agitation. “I didn’t–fuck. I didn’t mean–I didn’t know–”

Tristan was greatly enjoying himself, losing his confusing thoughts in the familiar arms of Sturgis, eager to go further. He’d gotten their shirts off and was feeling up Sturgis’s chest as they remained hungrily lip-locked, when the door opened and he heard a strangely familiar voice calling out for Sturgis. He had a roommate? What? Since when?

Popping his head above the couch, his eyes widened when he saw Lucy there. “Oh shit,” he muttered, going completely pale as he fell off the couch, frantically grabbing his shirt to pull back on. This couldn’t be happening. Since when did Sturgis and Lucy know each other?? Wait, was this Lucy the Lucy Sturgis mentioned was his sister??? What the fuck????

Lucy wasn’t supposed to be back for a while now. It’s why Sturgis hadn’t thought twice about making out on the couch. If it was to go any further he would have moved to the bedroom, not in fear of being caught so much as not wanting Lucy to have so sit somewhere where he’s had sex. 

Things were coming a little more heated, clothes, though only tops, were removed. He hadn’t noted the door open, too lost in making out, but then he heard Lucy.