Teaser: River City Nights
The big bear tipped his fedora at me and i nodded back politely. i liked bears; they always made good small talk and usually tipped just as well. as soon as he opened his mouth it was clear he was from the east coast. "grand flaherty hotel."
Demonetized
The fedora on his head melted down, becoming a leather officer's cap, decorated with a badge of two mars symbols intertwined. the human's mouth and nose began to stretch, an almost purring moan coming out as they turned into a snout.
Mother
._ arma walked the streets of the city called new york, hidden under a large overcoat, fedora, and sunglasses. everyone knew who he was even with the clothing, being the only dracinoid in the world.
Wants and Needs
He pushed down on his fedora and smiled widely kevin gave a quick grin. "thank you, sir. even if i end up no longer your client, i hope i can make you proud up here."
Puppy Tone
With an ill-fitting fedora, square-rimmed glasses, long, unkempt blonde hair, and scarf around his neck in 80-degree weather, the feline looked like the first result from a google search for "hipster".
The Echo Fanfic: The Red Parade
Sure, tj could stand to not help janice clean up her piss jar collection and sydney could stand to not be such a fedora tipper, but they were quick to compromise and playfully rib on each other.
Save a Life and You Will Save the World
For many years, david was a distant figure- the mystic in the black felt fedora and dark suit, still holding on to the garments of a hasidic rebbe while espousing views which would have been more in line with the conservative school of jewish thought.
St. Louis Blues
She had, in spite of her parents' warning, been to the dens of iniquity her parents had warned about- the juke joints of the capital city where the fedora-clad bluesmen performed, telling her of stories of lost love and prodigal sons who wasted all their money
Rainvale
Tall, somewhat heavyset, and carrying a camera his eyes darted back and forth, an honest-to-god fedora perched atop his head. he carried something in his other hand, walking towards the door of the manor.
A Tiny Push
The rodent in the fedora briefly glanced at the other one, who wore a peculiar hawaiian shirt, not exactly a great outfit for a private investigator. but actions are always more important than looks and dale proved it all by his exceptional work.
Dewie Doesn't Do!
The greyhound said lifting up his fedora to show his eyes. they were strong and threatening. if he had to make a guess, this dog looked like a hit-man. dewie eyes turned scared as he realized this could be the last minutes of his life.
Objects in Grimoire Are Closer than They Appear
He let her wrists go, adjusting his fedora with a dark grin, and then gave her another sharp, rough thrust -- she felt him sink deeper, the pointed tip pressing insistently against her from the inside.