➵ harry potter au, death eater! Seonghwa x reader.
➵warnings: magic inaccuracies, timeline inaccuracies, angst, torture, a tiny wee bit of violence against the reader, eh… (the ending’s not very good i apologize)
➵requested. I got a couple requests for Death Eater Seonghwa. I hope you enjoy!
a/n: I really hope you enjoy this! Please send me some feedback, and I’m sorry if I’m taking too long in getting to your request (which I probably am).
It was expected from him to become one of the most loyal Death Eaters. All of the Park family were known to have an inclination to the dark side, and he was no exception. Seonghwa was one, if not the most, loyal Death Eater there was, he would follow The Dark Lord blindly, and would do about anything for him and ‘the cause’. He felt nothing but a constant urge to make his family proud, to make The Dark Lord see his worth as well, and all it took to screw that up, was one single moment.
Seonghwa knew there was work to do once he heard the commotion downstairs. It wasn’t usual to have that much noise at the manor. Reunions in the Park lair weren’t anything spectacular, they were rather dark and tense, specially when Voldemort himself made an appearance.
He walked downstairs slowly, almost in a bored manner, the yelling becoming louder as he got closer to the living room of the house.
“What is it this time?” he scoffed at the House-elf that was standing at the bottom of the staircase, the creature recoiled, but didn’t reply to its master as he walked by and into the other room. The first scream didn’t even make him flinch, if anything, he just groaned internally, wondering who the hell were they going to torture this time.
San raised his eyebrows when he saw him come inside the room, an impish grin forming on his lips. Seonghwa returned the eye contact, walking over to him and then looking at the two bumps on the floor, their faces covered with a sack but it wasn’t enough to muffle the screaming.
“Who is this?” Seonghwa questioned, the tip of his shoe touched the arm on the first person, making them flinch.
“Oh, you’ll see” San laughed “These mudbloods were found trying to steal something” he walked over to the bodies in the ground and ripped the cloth off their heads.
Seonghwa wished his heart hadn’t sank the way it did when he saw your face, covered in cuts and blood. You looked back at him, your glassy eyes filled with rage and pain as you struggled to release your hands from the ties on them.
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