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"I'll kill you," he whispers, struggling half-heartedly in his hold. Their mouths keep coming together, his words uttered around their shared breaths. It makes him feel lost and disoriented, disassembled. It's strange how hazy and surreal everything leading up to this moment had felt, but Lalo kisses him now like he's the only real thing left, and the sensation of falling back into his body is dizzying. All of a sudden he can feel the warmth from the fire and the weave of the couch beneath his fingertips, the scratch of stubble. "I'll kill you."
"You won't," Lalo says, lazy and slow and supremely confident, and Nacho hates the way he thinks, spoiled Salamanca brat, with no rancour, hates how he feels himself stir in his pants. Lalo smells of clean cotton and tastes of fresh tomatoes and top-shelf whiskey, smoky like the barrel of a gun in his mouth, and Nacho has missed him like a phantom limb.
But this is, as with everything Salamanca, a power play.
He pushes him away, and Lalo goes, just barely. It makes him feel bereft. "I should kill you for what you did to my father."
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25 Jun 2026
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To understand what comes next, you must understand what came before.
Lalo confronts Nacho after the betrayal and must decide whether to let him live or die. The answer lies in the development of his and Nacho's relationship over the course of a few months.
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- Part 1 of Holding Each Other (Hostage)
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Nacho stares at Lalo’s outstretched hand: the hanging brown blunt, red hot tip smoking in the desert wind. He hesitates, then meets Lalo’s eyes, searching for the angle; for what he’s expected to do here.
Lalo’s arm wilts slightly. “You’re off the clock, ok?”
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27 May 2026
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This Wallpaper Glistens by LoadedNachos (RichtofenMyDicktofen)
Fandoms: Better Call Saul (TV)
02 Jul 2024
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Lalo is a talker. Nacho's the first one who really listens.
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22 May 2026
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Nacho thinks about the peasants somewhere at the crest of South America; smiling peasant families digging their hands into the dirt, planting coca plants in little green rows. Planting and toiling under the gunfire and smoke, so that some distant gringo lawyer can snort his second wind off a bathroom sink; so a college kid can get a better lay. So that he can sit here, in his big house, having dinner with his asshole boss, and feel like shit.
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20 May 2026