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Ahsoka had only been Anakin’s Padawan for five months, but she’d already picked dup on the fact that sometimes her Master was…less than observant. Especially about other people. Ahsoka wasn’t sure if she’d describe herself as the most observant, but she knew she picked up more than Skyguy.
In five months she’d quickly learnt to read Anakin. He was more…outwardly emotional than the average Jedi. He tried to sit and meditate with her, but his body language screamed that he was way more at home with moving meditation rather than sitting on a meditation pillow in silence and stillness. There was almost certainly something going on between her Master and Senator Amidala of Naboo. But Ahsoka didn’t think noticing these things made her observant, rather, she felt they were quite obvious, at least to other Jedi.
Master Obi-Wan was harder to read, both because Ahsoka had spent less time with him and he was far more shielded than her Master. Still, Ahsoka wasn’t completely oblivious. Master Obi-Wan was a Jedi through and through. Ahsoka could tell he didn’t like the Clone Wars, as the holonet had dubbed it, that he was far more at home meditating in the Temple, teaching Initiates and Padawan’s, and doing research in the Archives.
And so, as Ahsoka was curled up on Master Obi-Wan’s sofa, chewing the stylus for her datapad as she worked her way through her Padawan modules, she instantly noticed the change in Master Obi-Wan when Master Vos walked in.
Master Obi-Wan was stood at the sink, washing up the dishes, and didn’t even look up as he spoke to Master Vos.
“Vos, if you traipse through my quarters in your mud-covered boots one more time I will kill you.”
Vos just smiled and kicked off his boots, which Ahsoka noted were actually coated in a thick layer of dirt, before standing behind Obi-Wan, wrapping his arms around his waist and pressing a kiss into his copper hair.
Ahsoka’s jaw hit the floor.
“You love me too much to kill me.” Master Vos replied with confidence, rocking Obi-Wan in his arms.
Obi-Wan spun around, levelling Master Vos with a glare.
“I love my clean floors more.” He deadpanned, and flicked some soap suds off of his hand and into Vos’ face.
Ahsoka thought she might have hit her head. This must be an elaborate hallucination produced by her poor concussed mind. She looked to her own Master, who was sat in the armchair to the left of her. He hadn’t even looked up!
“I risk life and limb to come home to you after a perilous mission and this is the welcome I get? I feel so unloved. I am bereft.” Vos said dramatically, holding his head in his hands.
Master Obi-Wan sighed heavily before pulling Vos’ gloved hands away from his face, but keeping them intertwined with his own between their bodies.
He pressed a soft kiss to Vos’ lips.
“I’m glad you’re home safe, Quinlan.” Obi-Wan whispered sincerely.
Ahsoka’s brain short-circuited.
“Skyguy!” She hissed.
Anakin didn’t look up.
“Master!” She tried again.
No response.
“Oi!” Ahsoka whispered yelled, throwing a pillow at her Master.
Anakin looked up in utter shock.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” He whisper yelled back, throwing the pillow back at her, which she batted away.
“Why didn’t you tell me Master Obi-Wan and Master Vos were a thing?!” After all, this was crucial Grandmaster information.
“What are you talking about?” He asked.
“Master Obi-Wan and Master Vos are obviously together! Why didn’t you tell me?” Ahsoka elaborated.
“What are you talking about. They’re friends. Obi-Wan doesn’t do romance! He’s…he’s Obi-Wan.”
Ahsoka looked at her Master’s confused face. She looked back at Master Obi-Wan and Master Vos in the kitchenette, their hands still intertwined as Vos tried to get Obi-Wan to dance with him to the tune he was humming. Obi-Wan was shaking his head, but he was smiling and swaying along.
“They literally kissed five seconds ago!” Ahsoka countered, trying to discreetly wave her hand in the direction of her Grandmaster and Vos.
“They just do that. They always have, since I was Obi-Wan’s Padawan.” Anakin explained.
“They just do that?” Ahsoka repeated, her voice monotone.
“Yeah, I guess…I mean, they can’t be together. It’s against the Code.” Anakin said, starting to look a little unsure.
“Possessive attachments are against the Code. Master Obi-Wan can still have a- a thing, and still be a Jedi.” Ahsoka replied, her face scrunching up a little at the thought of her Grandmaster doing anything but Grandmasterly activities.
“What are we talking about?” Came a deep voice.
Anakin and Ahsoka both screamed as Vos draped himself over the back of the sofa to join their conversation.
“Quinlan Vos stop harassing my Padawan’s!” Obi-Wan scolded.
“Harassing? Your kids were leaving us out of the conversation here, Obes, I’m trying to make sure we’re still hip and up to date with the youths.” Vos joked, perching on the arm of the sofa.
Ahsoka decided to gather all the courage she had. Her Master might be completely oblivious, but she refused to be.
“Master Vos, may I asked you a question?” Ahsoka asked politely.
“You may, Padawan.” Vos nodded with a smile.
“AreyouandMasterObiWantogether?” She mumbled.
“Ahsoka!” Anakin scolded instantly.
Vos ignored Anakin and looked straight at Ahsoka.
“Together twenty years next year.” He said proudly.
Anakin’s angry face turned into one of utter bafflement, looking at Master Vos like he’d grown another head.
“What?!” Anakin almost yelled, standing up from his seat.
Vos turned back to Anakin with an equal look of confusion.
“Why do you sound so surprised? You’ve known Obi-Wan for like- Oh Force you actually didn’t know, did you?” Vos immediately pieced together.
“That you and Obi-Wan have been hiding your relationship from me for ten years?” Anakin replied, incredulously.
“Hiding?” Obi-Wan finally chimed in, coming to stand in front of Anakin. “Anakin, we have never hid this relationship from you. We’ve kissed in front of you more times than I can count for Force sake!”
“I thought you guys just did that!” Anakin defending himself.
“Why on Earth would we just do that?!” Obi-Wan asked, his voice reaching a frequency Ahsoka didn’t know was possible in humans.
“I don’t know!” Anakin responded shrilly.
“Did you not think it strange that every Valentine’s day, every anniversary, that you and Aayla would be babysat by Master Plo?” Obi-Wan questioned, looking rather beside himself.
“I don’t pay attention to days!” Anakin shot back.
Obi-Wan stepped forward and took Anakin’s hands in his own.
“Anakin, Padawan, I have been in a very happy relationship with Quinlan for almost twenty years. We never intended for you to not know, but I apologise that we never explicitly told you. I hope you can forgive me and that you perhaps understand why Quinlan is here so often.” Obi-Wan said, his warm tone full of sincerity.
“I- of course it’s fine, Master.” Anakin sighed, letting go and sitting back down in his seat heavily.
“Thank you, Anakin.” Obi-Wan smiled, joining his Padawan, his Grandpadawan, and his Quinlan on the sofas.
There was a beat.
“So, you’re like, really oblivious then, Skyguy?” Ahsoka giggled.
She didn’t even blink before Anakin was sending a pillow soaring towards her face.