Seven Days
The trilling cicadas attested to it. "you'd do anything to get in my pants." she lolled her neck. "you make me sound incorrigible," he said, buckteeth grazing her cheek. he peppered her face with little kisses.
Make a Man Out of You Chapter.2
There were no signs of life anywhere - everything around them was dead silent except for the soft sound of leaves rustling in the nightly breeze and the occasional noise of cicadas chirping in the distance.
Seven Days Chapter 1
The birds in the trees chirped out their reverie along with the love-song of the cicadas that droned on from their hidden alcoves.
An Oracle's Nightmare
cicadas buzzed, signaling the onset of summer and the beginning of warm, short nights. a drab gray moth fluttered in through the open window and went into orbit around the solitary lantern on the desk.
[MLP: FiM] C & C chapter 9: Varying types of assistance
Squirrels, crows, robins, and cicadas kept making noise, but none of the ponies did. "no. this cannot be," said the sunlight princess at last. "...who did this to you?" "please, do not put it that way. i wished to give birth to an heir.
Ember's Tribe Part IV: Quenching
He watched squads of stags haul felled trees to a lumber pile, cicadas indignantly fluttering out of the foliage.
Thorwaways - an AC Fanfic
The heat of the sunlight creeping into the gaps of her felt, the sounds of the crickets scurrying and the cicadas screeching on the trees nearby.
Stains and Tracks
Birdsong and the whine of a cicada or two succeeded the cessation of the engine. c.j. inherited himself a nice place and took care of it too.
Bunny
All around kururu he could hear the soft chirping of cicadas as the summer night seemed to draw on.
Dad Camp Day 2
Chirping birds and buzzing cicadas greeted his ears. he let out a long yawn as he was staring up at the ceiling of his cabin. he'd almost forgotten where he was. he sat up and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. he looked around the room.
Together [by alaitallon]
A cool fog crouched along the ground as the crickets and cicadas, long since up and about, continued their daily anthem to the sun. yaru, the wolf's eyes still closed and unseeing in his half-awake state, began to shift in his bed.
Trash Tsundere
The warbling drone of cicadas echoed through the quiet streets of the summer suburbs, the sound of it seeming as if it were the song of the shimmering heat rising from the blacktop streets.