#lachowedding2023

[operation-annihilate]

Wedding bells, snake rattles..

I’m so happy for these two I hope they have a long and healthy marriage that does not end tragically and/or violently

[mpregjamesdiamond]

lacho yayo lana del rey fancam

for @lachowedding2023

[themadknightuniverse]

They are enjoying their Honeymoon in a giant private mansion ☀️

Adding the drawings without the instagram skin

[caleblandrybones]

they should give me a medal of some kind

[michaelsalamanca]

their wedding night is the first night Lalo sleeps for more than an hour in his life

[lachowedding2023]

WELCOME TO LACHO WEDDING 2023

this event is to celebrate the undying eternal reciprocal love between eduardo 'lalo' salamanca and ignacio 'nacho' varga. the two lovebirds will be making it official and tying the knot this sunday!!!

to celebrate the special event, penny @salamancussy and her sidekick/henchman/enabler/etc. fer @laloslayamanca are putting together an event. participation is simple. just make ur gifs/videos/fics/shitposts/complaints/etc. and tag them #lachowedding2023 and/or tag @lachowedding2023 and we will reblog them.

the wedding event itself will happen at 7pm CST. we hope to see you there! love wins etc.

[chocopinda]

Little wedding sketch.

[bonkwosher]

Poly!Lacho x GN!Reader ~ Enemy Within Pt. 3

A/N: This is to go along with this pitch I made, along with part 1 & part 2 of this fic. This makes me happy & I'm writing this while rewatching the good place. (NGL, an ask made me want to finish this)

Prompt: Lacho (Lalo x Nacho) x Reader where Lalo & Nacho live in a big home & eventually the reader either stays the night or ends up living with them. This is in the time when Lalo & Gus are going head to head & thanks to Mike, Gus knows about the reader. Gus orders his men to kidnap the reader, beat them up, then frees them & pretends to be a good samaritan that saves them & brings them home to Lalo & Nacho. Gus uses this to get into Lalo & Nacho's home to find out their plans & Lalo & Nacho, who haven't told the reader about their business, are freaking out that Gus is now basically the reader's best friend. ~ Yours Truly

Contains: Feeling trapped, Non-canon events, Blood, Gunshots, Character Death

Word Count: ~1k

You hesitated for a moment before standing up from your spot on the bed & moving to sit against the door. Your mind wouldn't let you admit it but being close to Ignacio again calmed you a bit.

You held your knees close to your chest, "Tell me everything."

So he did. Everything he could think of at that moment, he did his best to pause & let you process things when he said something heavy. This was one of those moments.

"So... you & Lalo... have killed people?"

The pause was longer than intended, "Yes."

The silence continued to linger, "Am I safe?"

There was no more time for silence between the two of you, "Of course, Àngel, we would never hurt you. That whole thing you saw downstairs was because we never want to see you hurt! I know you don't believe us but Gus is the one who hurt you, we were trying to make sure he couldn't do that ever again! We just want-"

A gunshot rang through the house. Your stomach dropped, despite all that you had seen tonight you still worried that the person shot downstairs was Lalo.

"Ignacio," worry laced your tone.

You heard him scramble against the door, "Stay here. Don't come out until I say so."

Ignacio's footsteps faded away & you were completely alone with your thoughts.

Ignacio stepped down the stairs cautiously, gun already in hand, any ounce of discreetness thrown out the window. A voice erupted from the silence.

"What have you done?!" Bolsa's shock caused Ignacio's heart to race, "The man you just shot is our number one profit source!"

Lalo let a chuckle slip, "Was."

Gus let out an agonal groan as Lalo attempted to move him. Bolsa pulled out his gun & pointed it at Lalo.

"I'm sorry, I can't allow you to finish him off. He needs medical help & he will receive it."

Lalo placed a hand on his gun as Bolsa's gun clicked back, causing the former to freeze in place.

"Lalo, move your hand off the gun."

His hand did not move an inch.

"Move your hand, Lalo, now," he was met with silence, "You have three seconds! Three, two-"

Another gunshot rang through the house. Your soul jumped out of your body. You wanted to run away as fast & as far as you could but you effectively trapped yourself in your bedroom. There was a long period of silence that made you want to claw at your skin until some form of escape formed. The silence was swiftly broken by footsteps, heavy & fast. Just as quickly the footsteps turned into knocking, no, slamming on the door that kept the rest of the world away from you. A pistol cocked then shot, & the door was thrown open. You covered your head with your hands & became as small as possible in the corner you had found yourself in.

Someone grabbed your hands tight & pulled them down from your face, "Querida!"

You looked up to see a very bloody Lalo Salamanca sitting in front of you. Part of you waited for him to fall dead at your feet, his assailant standing over him, but he didn't. This was real.

"What's happening? Where's Ignacio?!"

"What?" He had a smirk on his face that made it seem like you had just told a dumb joke, "He's downstairs. I- Alive, he wanted me to come get you, tell you that everything is okay!"

"Who got shot?!"

"It doesn't matter, Ignacio, you, & I are okay. Let's get some stuff packed, we're going on a vacation!"

A vacation?

"What do you mean?"

"Querida," he dragged out, "You know what a vacation is."

"Why? Where are we going?" Your questions continued.

Lalo simply brushed them away, placing a hand on each of your shoulders, "Y/N, don't waste time with these silly questions. Pack your things, hmm?"

That smile continued to unnerve you. Your husband stepped away from you & grabbed some suitcases from the closet. With one motion he placed them both on the bed before returning to the closet to grab one more. You walked up to one of the bags & opened it. It seemed to be Ignacio's by the look of the shirts. In the top compartment, there was a gun, a set of fake I.D.s, & a ton of money. You stepped back harshly into Lalo's chest.

"This one's yours," he spoke, grabbing your hand & wrapping it around the suitcase's handle.

You looked at him before turning back to set the suitcase on the bed. You opened it slowly revealing a similar setup to the other suitcase. The I.D.s caught your eye. You grabbed one, running your thumb over it. They had prepared for this day, maybe they meant to tell you. Now was the time when you noticed the blood that covered your wrists, Lalo's hands must've been bloody. You tried to wipe it off to no avail, it did not help you feel any better. Footsteps rapidly approached & you noticed Lalo pull out his gun as he stepped toward you.

"Who is that?" You asked to which he quickly shushed you.

A bloody hand rested on the doorframe, heavy breathing becoming the only sound in the room. The hand fell to a brightly colored shirt, Ignacio too attempted to wipe the blood away.

He stepped towards you as he spoke, "I'm sorry I had to step away, Àngel, Lalo wanted me to- I mean," he let out a sigh, "I was hiding the bodies."

"Gus is dead?" You asked, scared.

"& Bolsa," Lalo cheerily spoke as his hand hit your shoulder again, "Let's not dwell on the past. Ignacio, get your bag packed & help Y/N. I'll get the car ready."

Ignacio stepped next to you as Lao left the room, he opened the drawer behind him & grabbed a couple of your shirts before placing them in your suitcase. You were stunned by Lalo's attitude, Ignacio seemed to notice. He let out a sigh & looked at the floor. He offered you his hands, bloody & all. You took them cautiously.

"I know what you're thinking. How can Lalo be like that? He's just kind of... different. His family is crazy & he's just another product of that," his explanation was bad, but how would you explain this, "But I promise, he loves us very much. He would do anything for us, especially you. He didn't want to tell you because he thought telling you would put you in danger."

You nodded & Ignacio returned to filling your suitcase & soon you were out front, handing your suitcase to Lalo. He tossed it in the trunk & paused to look at you, giving you a soft smile. He directed you both into the back seat. Within half an hour you were at the airport, climbing into a private jet. In any other circumstances, you would be insanely excited & talkative, but the whole jet was silent aside from your footsteps. The silence was broken when Lalo returned from the restroom with clean hands, pulling you into a hug.

"Let's get out of here then we can get (your favorite food) & talk about what happened?" He spoke softly.

Even Ignacio's eyes went a little wide at that statement, Lalo had never been a softy. He regretted lying to you & Ignacio. He felt as though it was all his fault, & maybe it was. But somehow he knew, the only way he could fix it now was by being better in the future. That's exactly what he intended to do, & Ignacio was right, he would do anything to protect you."

A/N: Idk where I'd go with this. If you want me to continue it & have any idea please suggest it! I'd be happy to do a one shot as well! Alright have a nice night

[spice-curls]

gay

[riddlemedeez]

also ALSO. all u bitches believed lalo when he said he only needed an hour or two of sleep a night. this is false. he said this to nacho to impress him so they could fuck nasty

[aanteater-nose]

Lalos gonna show up like this to the wedding

[operation-annihilate]

Post wedding photography

More lacho wedding doodles I forgot to post 🤷please enjoy

[el-michoacano]

wedding blues

I couldn’t resist the idea of a lacho wedding, so I had to write this up for @lachowedding2023 🖤

Also tagging @lokisinsurrection, @chordsykat, @seraphtrevs, @sword-day, @spice-curls, @richeeduvie, and @lady-writes-flanagan 🖤

READ ON AO3

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"You gonna let me dress you up for the wedding?"

The wedding. Nacho still couldn't quite wrap his head around it. They were getting married. He was going to marry Lalo Salamanca. The thought set a little fire blazing low in his belly. It also made him extraordinarily anxious, a knot of nerves curling itself in his chest.

"Ignacio?"

"Yeah?" Nacho glanced up from the silk sample in his hands. It was smooth and cool, and it slipped against his skin like water. "Yeah, you can dress me up."

"In a dress?" Lalo asked with a grin. "I bet white lace would look amazing on you."

Nacho rolled his eyes, but the little knot in his chest loosened a little. "I thought you wanted matching silk suits?"

Lalo shrugged, saying, "I'd be okay with linen, too."

Nacho had never worn a linen suit. He'd never worn a silk one, either. He wasn't a suit guy, but a suit was necessary for the occasion, wasn't it? He said, "How much is this gonna cost?" He didn't care, really, but he wasn't sure what else to say. The little tailor's shop was empty, save them and the tailor himself, and the silence rang in his ears like an explosion. He could usually handle silence, he preferred it, even, but not now. Now, his mind was racing, and he couldn't find a way out.

"Eh, just a small fortune." Lalo tossed Nacho a wink. He failed at actually executing the wink, as he always did, but Nacho knew him well enough by now to know what he was doing when he crinkled his face up like that. It was cuter than it should have been. "My fortune is enormous." He wasn't even talking about his fortune, was he? He was ridiculous. Nacho wasn't present enough to roll his eyes again. "Don't even worry about it, mi amor."

"I'm not." Nacho fiddled with the silk as he spoke, his eyes downcast.

Lalo could tell when Nacho was lost in his mind after their many months together, and he took Nacho's hands in his to stop their fidgeting. He said, "You want a bouquet, at least?"

That, at last, got Nacho's attention. He would never be the bride the Salamancas had always hoped Lalo would find, but he could do a bouquet. It would be nice to have something to hold. "Bluebells," he said, glancing up to catch Lalo's gaze with his own, warm brown on bottomless black. "I want desert bluebells."

[seraphtrevs]

Their wedding fits

[caleblandrybones]

The morning after his wedding, Nacho is woken up by a kiss. Then two. Then three.

"Ignacio Salamanca", a voice purrs, "buenos días a ti". Though Nacho keeps his eyes shut, he can't help the smile that forms on his lips; lying next to him, Lalo sounds entirely too giddy.

"So is that it?", the man mutters softly, "now that we're hitched you're never going to let me sleep in again?" A sudden weight materializes on top of him and his eyes fly open. Straddling his husband's hips, Lalo lowers himself so their chests are pressed together.

"No amor", he breathes against Nacho's jaw, "us Salamancas don't sleep."

[nachitoesmuybonito]

Okay, so! I don't do stuff like this often because, frankly, I don't like my own writing (story writing, anyway, I'm more or less fine when writing for roleplay; weird, right?). But, I wanted to add a little something for the @lachowedding2023 event, because I love Lacho.

A ton of love goes out to @chocopinda for the absolutely wonderful inspiration and encouragement! No way I could have done this at all without you and your ideas! <3

Questions or comments can be left here or on my other blog @insanityofvaas and you can find the piece (a tiny thing) below.

Cold Feet

It's really happening. This is the day. The wedding. His wedding. 

Oh, God. 

The thought makes Nacho’s head spin again. How did it come to this? …Okay, no. He obviously knows how he got here. He and Lalo had joked about it one evening while having drinks. It'd been fun. Nothing serious. 

Then it came up again, and again.  

It became something they talked about more seriously. What it would be like to go through with it. What life would be like. Nothing would change significantly aside from having a title, really. It was still fun. It was like being transported back to childhood, one of those youthful moments where two kids would share their biggest dreams for the future and make a promise that they’d one day come true.

The rest just fell into place. 

He and Lalo began planning. Legitimately planning. Where to hold the event. Who they should invite. What to eat. What to wear. The perfect place to have a big party afterward. The honeymoon; that one was more Lalo than him, but that should come as a surprise to no one. Regardless, all of it was meticulously discussed between them down to the finest detail, and then finalized. 

Nacho was on board for the whole thing, naturally. Despite how a lot of his friends and his father feel about Lalo, Nacho likes him. He loves him. It’s absolutely true that they had a rough beginning. Nacho has never denied how much he disliked Lalo at the start. He was a Salamanca and every Salamanca prior to him had been bad news, not to mention bad for his health. So, so many days he’d wanted nothing more than Lalo to be gone, be that back to Mexico or, in extreme cases, dead. In his defense, Lalo can be really fucking obnoxious. Nacho still has more days than he can count where, if looks could kill, Lalo would be a distant memory. But you don’t talk about marriage, joking or otherwise, let alone plan a wedding without there being something real. Love.

That’s how it came to this. 

Nacho remains in what feels like a deep fog even when it’s time to begin. It’s a strange state of being present, but also completely on auto-pilot. He’s distantly aware of all the people around as he walks down the aisle; those final steps before it’s all said and done. His dad is present. His friends. Lalo’s friends and family, too. Lalo himself is just up ahead, waiting, smiling in that same stupid way that he always does; as confident as ever, as if the world isn’t about to change for them. 

The vows follow. Lalo goes first, because of course he would. Nacho keeps his eyes on the older man all the while, yet his mind continues to race. He looks focused despite how badly he wants to turn and run. This feeling has come up several times, the overwhelming urge to just get in his car and go without saying a word. That’s what they call cold feet, right? It’s awful. He counts himself lucky that vows were another thing they discussed at length. If they come up later, his ass is covered. 

His turn follows and he prays that he doesn’t look like a deer caught in headlights for several seconds before he begins to speak. More words that he knows by heart, words that he searched the depths of his soul to find. Oddly, with each that passes his lips, he feels some of the apprehension and fear melt away. Each word is another reminder of every single thing that Lalo makes him feel: desired, loved, safe, protected and so much more. Each word, while perhaps not as blatantly, is both a confession and promise that, yes, he feels all of those things for Lalo, too. 

Nacho misses the moment that counts the ceremony as finalized, but he doesn’t miss the one where Lalo kisses him. It tells him everything far better than any words: this was the right thing to do. This is where he wants to be. It’s okay to have had cold feet, to have doubted. It’s okay to be afraid, because this is a new chapter of life and new things can be terrifying. Nacho throws his arms around Lalo’s neck and he hopes, maybe he even prays, that the older man can feel every last thing that he’s feeling now.

This was the right thing to do. He’s exactly where he belongs.

–FIN–