omg why did i write this. im legit curious to see how this turns out


Staring into Javik's dark eyes, an uncomfortable sensation budded in Shepard's stomach. It felt as if Javik was trying to undress him— as if he were undressing him.

For a moment, Shepard swore there was a look of longing in his eye, but it was quickly shielded behind a familiar scowl. Javik pushed past Shepard silently, avoiding his eye.

As Liara walked up, the commander keeled over in pain, swearing to himself.

"Commander!" Liara cried. "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," he managed to groan. "I feel like I just got kicked in the balls!"

There was a pause from Liara at that.

"Sir, you weren't looking into Javik's eyes, were you?" Liara asked, helping the commander back up as he went down again, letting out a yell.

"Yeah? So what!"

"So it's true…" Liara whispered.

"Goddamn it, Liara, tell me what the hell is going on!" Shepard yelled, falling to the floor.

"When I translated an old piece of Prothean literature, there was an excerpt about their mating habits—" Shepard screamed again, echoing in the empty room. "— Protheans are able to build a psychic connection to other Protheans and reproduce with them."

"IN LAYMAN PLEASE!"

"I think Javik impregnated you."