"AAAAH!" both exclaimed together as they came together.
Emma was feeling glad she had the thought to take birth control. She wasn't planning to have children.
'At least not yet. But maybe another time.' Emma thought.
Emma lay curled against Magnus, her skin damp with sweat, her breath brushing against his shoulder. She felt… different.
Her hand clutched at the sheet. Her throat was dry.
And then—
It began not as a roar, but as a whisper—an ache beneath the surface of her skin, humming along the edges of every nerve like a secret begging to be released.
Emma clutched the edge of the bedpost as the trembling started again, this time deeper—visceral.. Like her body had become a container for something ancient and sharp, and it was finally pushing its way out.
A sharp, splitting pain stabbed through her chest.
Emma gasped, bolting upright. Her fingers dug into her ribs, as if something inside her had detonated.
"Emma?" Magnus sat up instantly, alarmed.
He could see the way her back arched, her breaths coming faster, each inhale shallow, almost panicked. Her skin shimmered faintly, a diamond-dusted sweat forming at her collarbone.
"I can't—something's happening—inside," she gasped, fingers digging into the wood with so much force the polished edge cracked beneath her nails. "I feel like I'm… cracking."
Her entire body spasmed with a sudden, unbearable pressure. Not just pain—evolution. Something in her bones was shifting, in her blood, her cells—like fire and ice tearing through her veins at once.
"Get… away," she croaked, staggering out of the bed, her knees trembling.
Magnus stood to reach for her. "You're burning up—what's happening?"
But she couldn't hear him over the sound in her skull—a crystalline ringing, like a glass tower fracturing from the inside. Her vision swam with light. Her nerves screamed.
And then—
A burst of energy pulsed from her skin. She collapsed to her knees.
Her heartbeat slowed to a glacial rhythm, but it pounded louder than ever in her ears.
Her vision flared with light.
And then it came.
Her spine straightened as if yanked upright by some invisible string. A shockwave of light burst from her chest, and a sound like frost shattering on stone filled the room. Magnus took a step back—not in fear, but instinctively—as her body slowly turned into diamond.
Her fingers, splayed on the marble floor, began to change—skin going rigid, color draining from her knuckles as something translucent and unnatural spread across her hands.
"No—no, what is this?!" she cried out, horror laced with agony.
Before Magnus could move, the transformation overtook her.
Starting from her hands, the diamond spread in jagged lines—like frost overtaking a pane of glass. It lanced up her arms, across her chest, down her legs. Her hair shimmered and hardened into strands of reflective silver-blonde crystal. Her breath came in short gasps before freezing altogether as her chest solidified.
In less than ten seconds, Emma Frost was no longer flesh and blood.
She was a statue of living diamond.
The light caught her curves, refracted through her body in shimmering rainbows across the walls. Every inch of her sparkled like it had been carved from the purest gemstone—but her face was frozen in a silent grimace of pain.
Magnus stood stunned.
"…Emma?"
No response. No movement. Just that perfect, terrible stillness.
Inside the living crystal, her consciousness swam through a storm.
Thoughts collided and refracted. She could see the world in strange new ways—light bouncing from every surface, sound traveling as vibrations in her core, heat signatures like fireflies dancing along Magnus's skin.
But more than that—she couldn't feel her telepathic powers. For the first time after awakening her powers there was complete silence in her mind.
Then, her diamond lips trembled. A crack formed across her cheek, and suddenly—
She screamed.
It was muffled, warped through crystal—but the pain was unmistakable. Her knees buckled again, hands clutching at her face. The transformation had not been clean and it was her first time.
It had been violent.
Emma collapsed forward, and Magnus barely caught her before she hit the floor, his arms cradling the hardened lines of her glowing body.
She was ice cold to the touch.
"Emma—look at me. Stay with me," he said, pressing his forehead to hers, ignoring the chill, the pricking facets.
And then, slowly—too slowly—the shimmer dulled.
The glinting edges of her skin began to melt, skin returning in patches like thawing frost. Her hair lost its glint, her joints loosened, her breath—ragged and pained—came again.
When her eyes opened, they were glassy with tears.
"I thought I was dying," she whispered, voice hoarse. "It felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside."
Magnus held her tighter. "You weren't dying," he murmured. "You were awakening."
Emma blinked. "What…?"
He helped her sit, pulling the blanket around her shaking form, his voice calm but firm. "It's your mutant ability. A secondary mutation."
"Secondary…?"
"Some Meta-Humans develop a second gift—usually later in life. But it doesn't come gently." He looked into her eyes. "It's triggered by extremes. Puberty. Trauma. Or sometimes… something just as intense."
Emma blinked slowly. "You mean… this—what we just did—us…?"
Magnus nodded. "Your body's been holding this in for years. Buried. Dormant. But tonight… you let your guard down emotionally and used all your strength physically. For the first time in your life."
She looked away. "I wasn't supposed to lose control."
"You didn't lose control," he said, tilting her chin back toward him. "You unlocked something."
Emma looked at her hands—still faintly glowing in the veins with light. Her skin now warm again, but tingling as if it remembered being glass.
She shivered. "It hurt."
"I know," he whispered. "It hurts for the first few times but after that it is painless. The pain lessens after each time you transform. And let's be honest power like that never comes without cost."
"I felt everything. My body turning inside out. Every nerve, every bone—I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I couldn't even use my telepathic powers I thought I was… breaking."
"And now?"
She looked at him—really looked at him. The one man who saw her like this and didn't shrink back. Who hadn't run.
"Now I know I survived."
Magnus brushed a lock of damp hair from her forehead. "You did more than survive."
Emma gave a bitter, breathless laugh. "Leave it to me to turn into a literal diamond after an orgasm."
He smirked. "Not a bad thing, really."
The laugh turned into a slow, grateful exhale as she leaned into him, her head resting against his chest.
"…Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?"
"For not flinching."
He tightened his arms around her. "I told you, Emma. Whatever you are—whatever you become—I see you. All of you. I care"
And for the first time in years, she let herself believe it.
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