#emrecass

[glysaturn]

i love that this bug is still in the game after like 4 years

[izu]

slapped this together just to get the brainworms out of my head it is Not Good but i dont care

[honestlyitsjustsam]

when enemy Cassidy is absolutely destroying my healers so i gotta distract him (i cant aim)

[renjermin]

500 cassemres

[cowboy-lkacid]

finally found motivation to draw them again <3

they really need more, i'm trying to cook some content for them but damn, drawing is hard sometimes </3

i finally made them actually in their Ovw1/BW era too yippee!!!!

[hannibals-juicy-gyatt]

living for bisexual emre propaganda

[chaosyippee]

This divaaa

Credit to Sennti on Youtube

[darlingcasper]

-> necessary.

emre is a starving man, yearning for touch and at war with the parasitic entity inside of him. a ghost from his past who knows him better than he knows himself might be just what he needs.

Quiet earned its dominion over the room, with only the barely perceptible flowing of water through the canal and distant car horns rallying against it. “I thought you were the fastest draw in the West,” Emre hazarded a joke with a slight tilt of his drawn weapon, anything to shatter the solemn tension of their reunion. Cassidy’s revolver stayed firmly holstered in the leather belt around his waist. He didn’t make a single move towards it, palms firmly raised to where Emre could see them. “I ain’t drawin’ on you, Emre,” Cassidy drawled, a familiar, sibilant melody. Emre felt gooseflesh break out across what flesh he was allowed to keep. “Sure wish you’d grant me the same courtesy.”

pairing: emre sarioglu / cole cassidy other pairings: embog, emfrej (mentioned) series: overwatch chapters: 1/1 (complete) word count: 20k genre: smut, angst, possession, reunions, trans emre (full tags on ao3)

(read on ao3)