(For Artem Letter - 2)
For tone, I'd love to see Artem's letter get emotionally messy. I'd like to see him get introspective, pragmatic, and honest with himself especially about how he feels about his failed attempt to get reader back, how he feels when he's reading all of her entries, and his resolve to get her back.
As for location, I'd like to think he's in his study of your shared home: jotting notes into his legal pad, that evolve into writing a letter of his feelings and feeling them, so that he can then focus on the task at hand - finding you.
(I think I covered everything in your critera with the two asks, but if more information is required, please let me know.)
Angsty Letter from Artem to His Missing Wife
This event is now CLOSED, but you can view the masterlist for the other letters here.
| Pairing: Artem x Fem!Reader | Genre: just pain | Post-Type: Letter | Word Count: 540 |
Warnings: hopelessness, abuse (not from artem), depression, kidnapping, lack of sleep
Note: This was sooooo different from anything I’ve ever written before. In a characters POV instead of Y/N’s and…I’m not mad at it. I’ll be so real though, I have no idea what this is referencing…I haven’t played in a long time, I think I left off at chapter 10? Somewhere around there. Def gotta jump back in soon. But hopefully I did okay! This is the last post for this v-day letter event! Big thank you to everyone who participated and I hope you all enjoyed your letters. Until next year <3
The dark circles under Artem’s eyes were heavy with lack of sleep and regret.
He had been so close to finding you, only to be too late. Those criminals were always one step ahead. His beloved, oh how much you were probably suffering.
He groans, slamming his fist down onto his desk which was dimly lit by the lamp on the desk. It had been months of following pointless clues that led to nowhere, and when he finally found the place you were being held at, they had fled once more with you in tow. He felt hopeless, guilty, desperate to find you again, to hold you in his arms.
He hopes to wake up one morning just to realize it was all one big horrible nightmare, and you’ll be there peacefully sleeping by his side, and he’d gently brush the hair out of your face and press a kiss to your forehead just like he always did.
But no, every morning was cold and bitter. The empty spot in his bed was haunting to look at, so he spends sleepless nights in his office instead.
It was overwhelming, everything he felt inside. He had to get it out somehow, though you’d never receive it, he needed to feel like he could speak to you, so he did what he could–he flipped open his notebook filled with notes on many cases, and mostly filled with clues and an endless connection of evidence that would hopefully lead him to you;
To My Dear Wife,
It’s been too long since I last saw you, held you, kissed you. I…don’t know what to do with myself. The only thing keeping me going is the prospect that you're still alive out there, alive and waiting for me to find you. And I will. I swear I will. No matter how quickly they try to run, I’ll be quicker and I’ll find them. I’ll find you.
I saw them, the letters you wrote…you must have been trying to keep yourself sane after being locked away and experimented on. You’re so strong…my Y/N, my love, my heart. You held on for so long and I know you’re out there still fighting.
I have your ring you left behind in that cell, when I find you, I’ll place it back on your finger and hold you close. I’ll never let anything happen to you again, just please be safe. Please make it back to me in one piece.
Even after months of not seeing you, my love has only grown more vigorous. I yearn to hear you again, scolding me for staying up late on cases, making sure I eat enough through the day when I have a big case to work on, all the little things I didn’t appreciate enough.
I’ll find you, I promise. So please be okay. Please hang on a little longer, my love. I’m so close to finding you. I swear I’ll bring you home.
Always yours,
Artem
He sighs at the words in front of him, glad to get those feelings out on paper.
Now it was time to focus. He’d find those bastards that took you away, and bring you back home, no matter how long it took.
Posted: 2/14/2025