Want Your Summer Skin (Pressed on Mine)
”Fuck.” Luke says, aloud, and the only reason he doesn’t drop his mug is that he forgets how to move, his uneventful idyllic summer shattering before his very eyes.
“Fuck.” He says, again, under his breath. He thinks a long string of expletives directed at Leia, as he watches the man next door mow his lawn, shirtless.
Which, you know. Is fine. Technically. It's a free country afterall. He’s on his own property, not harming anyone, mowing at a reasonable hour. So Luke shouldn’t be bothered by this.
There’s juuuust the small fact that he’s the hottest guy Luke has ever seen in his entire sorry life.
After a brutal few summers which included (but were not limited to) a workplace injury and a dramatic career pivot, Luke Skywalker is hoping for a nice, relaxing, boring summer.
He thinks he’s got it too, jumping at the chance to house sit for Leia in suburbia.
Her extremely handsome next door neighbour, however, throws a wrench in Luke’s plans.
Din Djarin, for his part, is far too occupied with his career and son to be lusting over yoga-doing next door neighbours.
Both of them do their best to resist.
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I'm back!!!! This time with a very silly summer fic. Once again, the @stardads server egged me on
