#me not sticking to one backstory for portia's lost memories in this au? more likely than you think

[sea-owl]

Hi could i request Edmund but if he lived and he and violet turn yandere for reincarnated Portia? But like I wanna see edmund be feral too. Like someone bothering Portia and he loses it more because his wife for some reason ain't there to be the one going feral.

Thank you

Oooo Yandere Edmund's turn to go feral.

Quick note this is for one of the isekai au variants where Edmund survived thanks to Portia accidentally sprouting some modern world wisdom on how dirty bee stingers are/cryptic allergie knowledge while she was extremely tired one time and past life memories started mixing with her thoughts. He and Violet are trying to seduce Portia together. I have no idea how it started in universe, someone just requested it one day and we went from there.

Edmund knew on an outside appearance he was calmer than his family. He had to be as head of the family he had to make sure they were safe so that means keeping his . . .urges more in check than his wife and kids. Which was fine with Edmund, Violet was feral enough for both of them.

It's too bad she isn't here right now to go feral for him.

The meeting started out simple enough. It was a meeting with all the heads of each family. Majority were the lords of the houses, yes, but a few ladies of the houses were there as well, mostly ladies whose heirs had not yet become of age. Two of these remarkable women being Lady Danbury and Lady Featherington.

Lady Danbury being the lioness of the ton was almost always sure to be there, but Edmund was never sure if Lady Featherington would show. It has been. . . three years since she last showed? Though he will not complain of her attendance. Honestly she was the best view he had at these meetings. The new lip stain on her was quite a fetching red. He wondered how the color would mix with Violet's.

Edmund was sadly pulled out of his very nice fantasy when a sneering lord decided he was going to stand too close in Portia's personal space. Clearly he was trying to use his standing position to intimidate the sitting lady.

Lord Morrison, one of the old lords who more often than not preferred the ways of a century before.

"Of all chits, you lot let in you let the bloody Catholic come to these meetings?" Lord Morrison snapped. He turned to face Portia fully, and his tone took on one of mocking. "A woman with no power and no chance to truly gain power. Your husband should have left you to rot in Ireland, choked by that rosary."

Portia stiffened. Edmund felt his fist clench. Of all times for his wife not to be around.

"Lord Morrison," Portia said, her voice taking on the accent of her birthplace. "May Mother Mary bless you just as she was blessed."

Lord Morrison's face turned red, his eyes wide, and overall his body read enraged. One hand reaching out towards Portia.

"Lord Morrison," Edmund shouted, his own hand reaching across the table to grab onto the older lord's arm.

Lord Morrison looked at him, hiding a wince from Edmund's tight grip. "Bridgerton."

"I need to speak with you outside."

Lord Morrison made a grunting noise but followed. "Anything to get out of this stench."

Reluctantly letting go, he rather lead him like the disobediant dog he is, Edmund began to make his way towards the door.

Once outside Edmund looked to his left, then his right. Good no one was coming. He made sure the door closed behind him, and the curtains are always drawn at these meetings.

"Alright Bridgerton what-"

Edmund swung. Again and again he would not give the older lord a chance to hit back.

"You seem to hage forgotten your warning, Lord Morrison," Edmund spat. "You do not insult or endanger what's mine, and that very well includes Portia and her family."

Another punch and Lord Morrison tumbles over the railing around the stoop and into the shadows that cover the yard.

Edmund pauses to take a few breathes. The old lord isn't making any noise, so he should be knocked out long enough to send him to Violet so she can have her turn.

"Lord Bridgerton."

Edmund turned, using the motion to hide his bloody knuckles in his pocket. "Come now, Portia, we've been friends for long enough. Call me Edmund."

Portia tested the name. "Edmund."

Edmund smiled.

"Where is Lord Morrison?"

Edmund frowned. Why bring up that grouchy lord? "He had left, thankfully."

Portia nodded. "Thank you for stopping him. I had forgotten the distate some have for catholics."

Edmund shook his head, "He should have never said those things. Choking on your rosary? Absurd."

Portia chuckeled. "Yes, well, while some do like it, I much rather preferred to be tied up with it while saying a different prayer." She sent him a wink.

Edmund's mind flashed to an image of Portia hands bound by the rosary she used to wear under her clothes. He remembers the beads being green. Violet or himself having control while the other does wicked things to Portia's willing body. Another image flashes except this time it's Portia in control while she has bound either himself or Violet.

Damn, he'll have to bring up this potential fantasy to Violet.

"Thank you, again Edmund" Portia said. She paused, biting her lip before leaning closer. It was quick, really a press of the lips to cheek.

Edmund was stunned.

Portia's cheeks were slightly pink. "Violet is always asking for a kiss. Tell her if she wants a kiss from me, then she should kiss there," she joked.

Before he could move, Portia was already in her carriage and driving off.

Edmund looked down at Lord Morrison.

Well shit.

"He's dead."

Violet pouted. "You couldn't have a left a little bit just for me?"

"I did not intend to kill him my love," Edmund said.

"It's not like he didn't deserve it," Violet replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "Though you missed a spot in your clean up my dear."

"That is not blood, but something more favorable," Edmund teased.

Violet looked curious.

"Portia gave me a thank you kiss."

Violet immediately pulls her husband in kissing that same exact spot while Edmund laughs.