Authors note: this is very loosely based on x-men evolution, where I fell in love with kitty and kurt, the plot line on jean, and the other characters. I used to love the xmen and all their backstories but over time I have forgotten. This includes very powerful and plot heavy OC's. Plenty of romance and fluff moments. Every fanfiction I have ever wanted and more - not really I've just been letting the thoughts flow. Please review!

Chapter 1: the twins

12 years ago

It's a crisp October night around 2 AM. The air is cool and refreshing, carrying the faint scent of fallen leaves and wood smoke. The sky is a deep navy, dotted with stars that seem extra bright against the dark backdrop. In the quiet of the night, the streets are deserted, save for the occasional lone priest finishing his walk around the church. An unnatural force had awakened him, making him pace inside his chambers before deciding to examine the outside of the Cathedral. The cobblestone path was slick with a recent drizzle, reflecting the soft glow of vintage street lamps. The trees lining the avenues are a mosaic of vibrant fall colors—fiery reds, burnt oranges, and golden yellows—creating a picturesque contrast against the dark sky. The chilly breeze rustles through the trees, sending a cascade of leaves skittering across the pavement.

Beyond the small tornado of leaves laid a basket, big enough to hold an entire picnic. Inside, to the priest's surprise, laid two newborns. Wrapped in an old and ragged yellow t-shirt were two extraordinarily small humans, tiny enough for both to fit in an adult male's hand together. Their soft, delicate features mimic each other as they lay facing each other. Their tiny hands, still chubby and new to the world, are clasped together in a gentle, unspoken bond. Each baby's fingers curl around the other's with an instinctive grace, as if they've been reaching out to one another from the moment they were born. The steady warmth of their touch seemed to radiate from the right side of the basket, where the left side seemed to have a constant cold breeze. After moments of being filled with the baby's sense of intimacy and love, as these two tiny beings, so new to the world, finding comfort and connection in each other's presence. For whatever reason, a continuous chill from the left pressured the priest to gently pick up the basket and bring it inside.

After lighting candles and bringing the newborns close to the fire for warmth the priest discovered a note pinned to the yellow clothing. In Portuguese it read:

"To my beautiful baby girls,

For Eva, the one who was called before her first breath, we hold in our hearts a special place of love and light. Though her time was brief, her spirit brought immeasurable grace and joy into the world. May her memory be a gentle whisper of hope and comfort, and may you find solace in knowing that their presence, however fleeting, has touched your lives in profound ways.

For Anastasia, the one who journeyed through the threshold of birth, we celebrate their brief but beautiful existence. Her life, though short, was filled with boundless potential and love. May you find comfort in the tender moments shared and the deep bond that connects you to them. May her memory be a beacon of love and strength, guiding you through the shadows of grief.

May the love that surrounds you be a source of healing and hope. May you feel the embrace of those who have gone before, and may their spirits watch over you with peace and tenderness. Blessed be the love that binds your hearts, and may you find strength and solace in the enduring connection you share with your beloved twins. Your mom will always love you and may this church guide you to the heaven you both deserve.

Amen"

Confused, the priest looked at the two girls, watching their wrapping gently move up and down in unison with each breath. He decided not to question the note or the presence of the girls, but rather find them something to wear and a bottle to feed from.

Inside the donation room, the priest placed the basket on a small table. He reached in and picked up the newborn on the right, turned around, and placed her on a cot. Before he was able to turn back the baby in the basket let out a heart wrenching, blood curdling, horrific wail. Panicked, the priest quickly picked up the bawling baby and attempted to sooth her with gentle bounces and cooing noises. Nothing worked. The infant began shaking and began turning a bright red, screaming louder and louder. Unsure what to do, the priest put the girl next to her sister on the bed. Almost immediately the screeching stopped. The two found each other's hands and synced their breathing.

The priest sat for a moment, head in hands. Is this a test from God? Only knowing the twins for a few minutes he could sense this would be a difficult test. "God is faithful, and he will not let you be tested beyond your strength but with your testing he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to endure it". With those words echoing in his head, he got up and searched for clothes for the extra small girls and some bottles.

Wow, what a first chapter. Sorry it doesn't have anything to do with xmen. I promise we'll get there. Characters so far are completely OC.