The Dogs: Examining the Character of Bligh Lynch
A truly masculine male without the "m'lady" fedora-wearing bullshit, in a world that has a violent, vicious hatred of classical masculinity and men in general? what could be sexier than that?
The Fire Without. (Part I)
With their black coats, black shoes and black fedoras, only their trademark red scarves break the darkness.
A Place to Stay
In truth he was a hybrid, a ratbat, and he was, as always dressed stylishly, in sky blue jacket and slacks, royal blue tie, vest, and fedora, and a white shirt beneath to match the ribbon on the hat.
Enochian: Epilogue / The Prophecy
Epilogue: home is where the heart is ten years have passed, and the world has cleaned up most of the mess from both the great war and the demon war after it... but as the figure steps slowly out of a rip in reality and adjusted his widebrim fedora
Nightlife at the Beach
Finally donning my fedora and biker gloves, this spiffy otter headed out to grab something to eat.
A Cat Among the Stool-pigeons. Ep1
I curled my tail up underneath my overcoat, pulled my fedora tighter over my ears and performed the trick i'd learned in the navy of turning my pipe upside down to stop it getting drowned.
Dog City: The Chief and the Chef
I open it to find ace hart on my sofa, wearing his signature fedora. and nothing else. he twirled my spare key on his finger, flashing a sultry grin. "hey babe." i hurried in and shut the door after myself. "ace hart, you dog."
Tales of Alterra: chapter 1
The older xylas also wears something close to a 1950's hitman's suit, complete with lack of tie and a fedora.
Chapter 4: Breakfast and troubles
While alex stole some black khakis , and a blue button down of mine and one of my blue striped fedoras to match the shirt.
Marquis de Carabas
My mane was well-kept, although i'll admit a little shaggy, even underneath my black fedora. i figured my fresh shave and ability to string sentences together properly without sounding like a hired goon would make up for that.
Detective Crowley
Crowley muttered, pushing his fedora back off his brow, scratching at it. "but i still don't know the who!" to be honest, the wolf needed a break. this wrinkly case had kept him up for, how long had it been?
Blue Earth
He adjusted the brim of his fedora, tipping it further over his eyes.