First things first, originally I wanted to do this story with Obi-Wan being a male, since I love him the way he is and he is, by far, my favourite character of Star Wars. Also Obikin is my Star Wars OTP. But, by a request of a couple of friends of mine, I took the route of making Obi a female in this tale. I wish you can forgive that, but I also do like Gender-changes from time to time, so there.

That being said, this story will cover all seven movies of Star Wars that had been put out there, plus the Clone Wars tv show, it will follow generally the canon storyline of all the movies, only with slight changes like Anakin not being married with Padmé and not being in love with her, so if you expected that being here, it´s not. Also, this story will change in rate and warnings as the story progresses since I don´t want to spoil the changes of the story and the storytelling of it.

A slight warning, english it´s not my first lenguage, I´ve tried to be careful with my grammar but until I do not have a Beta (which I will be happy if any of you offers by the way) the story will remain unedited.

Let´s start with a slight prologue first.

This Story is alsto posted in Archive of Our Own

Chapter 1: The Tale of the Sun & the Moon

When 9-year-old Anakin Skywalker first saw Padmé Amidala, he thought she had to be the most beautiful creature he had ever seen; an angel, the kind of creature that pilots, scavengers and smugglers talk about every time they spent their time at Tatooine. That, of course, until he met Obi-Wan Kenobi.

Obi-Wan was the 16-year-old Padawan of Qui-Gon Jinn, she was tall, beautiful and graceful in ways that were similar to Padmé, but she was also strong, skillful and wise in ways that the young queen was not. Anakin couldn´t stop thinking how endearing were the grey-blue-green eyes of the female Jedi, or how her long and soft ginger-ish hair swing one way to the other every time she walked around the ship, checking transmissions or conversing with the crew and staff of the Queen. Anakin found himself suddenly in love.

The little boy hide himself in a corner of the room of the ship, tucked in a blanket that Padmé was kind enough to give him, and as much as Anakin found the female servant beautiful, he couldn´t help himself at staring at the strong and calming form of Obi-Wan once the young woman stepped into the quarters. The Padawan was checking some coordinates, wearing her unchangeable Jedi robes, her long beautiful hair was brought up in a series of complicated braids that formed a crown over her head, and even then, a long curly ponytail fell from the plate until it covered half of her back, the only strain of her hair that wasn´t caught up into the difficult but breath-taking arrangement was a thin, lonely braid that fell onto her shoulder and swinged down her chest down to her navel.

How could little Anakin don´t fall in love with such a lovely sight?

She was seven years older than he was, and much taller, even taller than Padmé; her body was covered up in so many layers of clothing that it was difficult to appreciate her, but once her brown long robe was left behind, you could see her belt and obi pulling tightly against a feminine waist, and the highlight of her breast pushing at her tabard. She was so beautiful. And the only thing that Anakin wanted more than being a Jedi, was to be her husband.

Maybe he could ask her, he thought innocently; maybe, since both of them were to be Qui-Gon´s apprentices, they would share quarters, or even being trained together, side by side, spent their days with all the other Padawans, laughing and growing closer and closer, maybe this was destiny, this pull that bound his heart to this young woman. Anakin couldn´t help but smile at the thought.

His musing and dreams could continue much longer if it wasn´t because of the Sith creeping their lives into tragedy. One minute he was at Naboo, a planet so green and so full of water that Anakin couldn´t believe it existed, and next he was battling in a spaceship, taking down space-stations that were bigger than anything else he had ever seen before, or dodging shots that could almost get him kill, and when he finally made it out to solid ground again, to the beautiful place that Naboo was, he only landed to find out that his soon to be Master was dead.

How would the council accept him now with Qui-Gon out of the picture? When Anakin met them, they were all sat around him, analyzing him with strange mysterious eyes, making him feel awkward, unworthy and all around like a little freak. They didn´t want him, they rejected him without a second thought, saying he was too old, too angry and too fearful. They weren´t unkind, they didn´t insult him or openly hated him, but they did push him away as if he wasn´t anyone.

Obi-Wan, he found, was quiet during all that time she stared at them, and the only time she did talk was to claim herself ready to take some kind of trials Anakin knew nothing about, her voice was clearly feminine but firm, loud enough to be heard but low enough to be calm, a soft soothing sound, he realized. Anakin decided that, like everything else about her, he loved her voice too.

When he finally made his way back to Padmé and her friends and they bared the terrible news that master Qui-Gon had died at the hands of the Sith, Anakin´s heart stopped for a moment and then started beating strongly and fast against his chest, his blood rising and his head spinning with pain and confusion. Then, when the news were starting to set in, a tall figure appeared walking down the hall with measured steps, Anakin´s head raised to see Obi-Wan´s safe and sound appearance coming towards him, her clothes were a little wrinkled and her face was pale and so confusingly emotionless that the boy couldn´t quiet read the feelings she might be having, Anakin´s stomach turn at the sight of that face, usually calmed and sober but with a distinctive kindness inherited on it that now was missing and absent on her lure, her expression finally confirming his fears. Their Master was really dead.

The first two nights they spent at Naboo, preparing themselves for Qui-Gon´s funeral, Obi-Wan hardly said a word, and the times she did were only because they were needed; Anakin was better at reading her now, maybe because they shared the same kind of grief, because both had lost someone they grew to love. The shine in her eyes were of unshaded tears, of someone who was too young for the kind of responsibility that life have trust upon her, but old enough to understand why she needed to carry all the weight by herself. Anakin only then understood why he loved her even without knowing her.

When the Jedi council arrived, all those people who sneered at Anakin´s presence at their temple, all united with sadness in their eyes and not many words to say, everything changed. A part of him thought that they were going to send him back to Tatooine, and a part of him wanted to, he wanted his mother, her warm presence, her soothing words and her calming hands, but he also wanted to stay, to live with Padmé at the green lands of Naboo, to walk the halls of the Temple with the other Padawan learners, to wake up to see the beautiful face of Obi-Wan again. He wanted so much, Anakin realized. And he was frightened he might get nothing at all.

Only when they were both silently staring at Qui-Gon´s corpse being engulfed by flames, he dared to ask. "What´s gonna happen to me now?" he wondered, looking at the cloaked figure of Obi-Wan. The new appointed Jedi Knight turned to see him in the eyes "The council has granted me permission to train you. Don´t worry, Anakin. You will be a Jedi" she promised.

That was the beginning of them both, and from that moment on, everything became a blur of adventures, lessons and stories that Anakin will remember for the rest of his life.

Link to a piece of art of my making of 16 years-old Female Obi-Wan Kenobi: post/143310468228/female-16-year-old-obi-wan-kenobi-for-my-fanfic-a

So, that it´s the prologue. Every chapter would be an episode of Star Wars. So expect every chapter to be veeeeery long. I´m currently working in Episode 2 and I´m at the 47th page and I haven´t finished! Because it´s really long I cannot promised it will be updated regurarly but all I can say it´s that it will be updated eventually as long as you still interested.

Every chapter will have an drawing made by me of Obi-Wan Kenobi so you don´t have trouble imagining her through the chapters, so please do click the link to find out how she looks like. Also I want to clarify, (even though Anakin will mention it as the story progresses) Obi-Wan is 7 years older than Anakin in this, but here I make the change that humans that originate from the planet Stewjon (which is Obi-Wan´s homeplanet) age slower in appearence so when Anakin is 23 years old (as in ROTS) Obi-Wan and Anakin will practically look the same age, that difference I make it to serve some propose in the plot that comes in the future of the fic.