fallout x reader one shots

•deacon x female reader•

Someone's gaze was burning into the back of my skull. 'Whose?' one may ask, but beats me. I could recognize the different sets of eyes that would watch me in the Commonwealth. I was able to differentiate a common drifter from a mob boss without even laying an eye upon them. All they had to do was look at me.

But this damned person. I couldn't figure out who this gaze belonged to. I felt it follow me around the Commonwealth since I left that godforsaken vault up until now.

I was meandering through Bunker Hill, Dogmeat in suite. I had just saved some of Kessler's caravans from some hellish landscape that Raiders had messily complied. It was full of the stench of death and guts, but those psychopaths called it home.

It didn't matter to me though.

I killed every last one of those demons without the slightest hesitation, reveling in the blood of evil that bathed my body. My bullets and blades went through them like butter, and Dogmeat's jaw shred them apart with grace.

But I wasn't able to revel in the smoothness of my kill because of that damned stare. It's fiery gaze burned two holes into the back of my skull, seeming to light me aflame.

A low growl seeped through my snarled lips as I made my way over to Kessler. She was tending to the one of the many small crops of tomatoes that littered Bunker Hill, as usual. Her eyes lit up as I retold my story of rescuing the kidnapped caravan soldiers, and she gave me all the gratitude and caps she could spare.

Normally, a job well done I'd say. I would go find Preston or Mac and drink ourselves drunk until early the next morning. But that wasn't an option.

I didn't have the time to rejoice in being the savior of the Commonwealth because my mind was already set on the next mission: finding out whose damn eyes belonged to.

Dogmeat and I broke into a jog as we began making our way to our next destination. If my initial gut instinct was correct, he'd be heading after me in a day or two. It would make sense to choose a small, controlled area to stake out who this stalker is, but I knew they were too smart for that.

Diamond City it is.

One glance at my Pip-boy, and Dogmeat and I were off. I followed the weathered landscape with ease, treading through the radiated water, traversing the roughened mountains, and avoiding all of the hostile areas. After all, I know this wasteland like the back of my own hand.

Before long, I saw the massive gates of Diamond City looming before Dogmeat and me. He yipped out an excited bark and began hopping in place as I clicked the intercom's button. A security guard bantered with me for a moment before allowing the large blockades to rise before us.

I stepped through doorway with confidence, a small smirk upon my plumped lips. Now all I had to do was wait. And then... strike.

•time skip•

The sun cracked through the tattered curtain in one of the Bobrov brothers' hotel room. I groggily sat up in bed, trying to run my fingers through my tangled bedhead. I huffed out loudly and sat up, waking Dogmeat in the process. We both got up and began stretching and groaning. I removed the worn shirt I used as pajamas and threw it in the general direction of my backpack. I clipped my bra into place, and began the hellish process of stuffing myself in my old vault-suit.

Afterall, Piper did ensure I was known as the vault-dweller around these parts. As I zipped the front of the suit up, Dogmeat growled lowly, catching my attention. He offered me a hairbrush from my bag, which I happily accepted, dragging the bristles through my tousled hair. Finally, I was ready to step out into the daylight and begin my search for the stalker.