[SLOW]°•{GHOSTS OF THE PAST}•° - a Nick Valentine x Reader fanfiction.

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You, dear reader, have lived in Commonwealth your whole life. A few key things have happened in your past, such as being born early quite near the Glowing Sea, gifting you the ability to see and commune with spirits that have stuck around (willingly or otherwise) but taking away any normal sight another human might have. Unfortunately, your mother died soon after birth, and your father barely escaped the irradiated hellhole, bringing you to an abandoned building just outside the Great Green Jewel of the CommonWealth, Diamond City, before passing of raiders soon after.

Luckily for you, a couple of gaurds from the city showed up soon after, finding infant you and... disposing... of the remaining raiders. They took you to the city, and you were raised by a passerby who took pity on you, a woman who named herself 'Littlemouse'. (from my incomplete playthrough of 4 lol) Odd name, but she taught you the importance of self expression and to embrace your differences.

Anyway, a couple years have passed since Littlemouse raised you and moved out of Diamond City to see what else the world had to offer, and you are now a full grown adult, with an apartment and everything. People are always surprised when you tell them you live with no other people, being blind and all. This always makes you chuckle, since technically you don't live with another person, rather a gifted and loyal dog named Dogmeat, who guides you around the house and is always there if you need help. And technically the ghosts of your father isn't a person, necessarily. Together, you kept each other company throughout the years, however crazy your neighbors thought you were, having joke contests with seemingly no one in particular.

About 2 years ago, you decided to put your skills to good use, offering to help people speak with their passed loved ones, tell them any messages, and help them complete whatever business they had left behind. All in exchange for a few caps, of course. Your business was known as 'The Spirit Phone', and everyone called you The Receiver. Even though your name was (Y/N), and most people knew this, they still helped keep up the mystique of your ability.

All the while, there has been a certain detective solving crimes around Diamond City. Nick Valentine. Your paths never crossed, except when he had recently gotten a case a little more different than the others. A little more desperate. A little more... hopeless. A man had been cryogenically  frozen, for over 200 years and was looking for his son. He had stumbled into Diamond City, hoping to find his newborn. Nick had been hired to help find the boy, as nearly impossible and crazy as it seems.

Soon enough, Mr. Valentine had the idea of talking to you, the one person who might be able to break it to the man, if the detective's suspicions were correct that his son had died. Little did either of you know, as soon as he stepped in your door, the story would truly begin...

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