Fruit Basket Fanart Novels & Stories

They loved her for her good heart. As she approached the park, she took a moment to investigate the contents in the baskets. Apples, bananas, grapes, cherries... guessing to herself she made out that Jen did not know what fruits the prince would prefer so she put together whatever she could find. Shinja did not know either so she went with whatever Jen had come up with.

Song Jin quickly said . " Erm... it's sweet and juicy ." " Sirs... because this is your first time to visit our farm . You can choose any fruits here and each one of you can fills up five baskets . Two of the workers will bring the fruits for you . You can bring home the baskets to the mansion . Tomorrow my men will get the baskets from the mansion . You can ask for the workers help to fill the basket. Song Jin look at the workers that stands behind the big rattan baskets ." Song Jin politely said to them .

It was an antique hand fan with black ribs. As the hand fan was unfolded, a landscape was painted in thick ink on the surface of the fan, depicting a snowy day. The brush technique was amazing, and it was likely painted by a great man of the time! It would be impossible to paint something like that without decades of knowledge and experience! A poem was also written in a corner of the fan: ‘One flake, two flakes, snowflakes three and four; five six, seven eight, nine flakes, ten and more; gliding into plum-flowers, snowflakes were seen no more.’

It isn’t helping much. I stare out the window until a hand lands gently on my lap. It’s a slight touch, but my body is quick to react to it like the flip of a switch. I peel it off with an embarrassed smile. Rhys frowns in confusion. My heart is on the verge of jumping out of my throat as I whisper the word I thought I would never use. "Pineapples." Rhys blinks. It takes him a few moments to register the safe word.

“So cool.” “You find it cool?” He knelt on the ground. Checking the content of the basket. The first one was filled with different sizes of containers and napkins. While the others are full of fruits like mangoes, apples, oranges and some grapes. It was more than enough for the two of them. “Yeah.” His arms were clutching at the rock. Peaking at Henrick’s action. “I mean, even if I became as rich and powerful as you, I don’t think I would be able to make my people feel scared in my presence.”

Kavan frowned, "What fruit have you foraged? I have made sure that everything within this forest would harm nothing." Fyn rolled his eyes. He probably only wanted the only thing harmful in this forest to be him, he thought. One of the Nǣps approached Kavan. It was carrying the same leaf basket that Kavan had used to wrap the fruits he gave to Fyn. Inside were tan-colored small circles. Fyn squinted his eyes and jolted in place once he realized just what it was. He knew it was familiar! Thinking of nothing else, he walked towards the basket and instinctively closed his nose.

"No, no. It's already too late for that. I got this. I just need to get used to a few things, and I'll be fine." "I can figure it out," she encouraged herself, and as she checked further, her eyes landed on a woven basket tucked near the counter. Blinking, she tilted her head. "How come I never saw this?" "Did Lythari keep this here secretly?" She smiled and curiously reached for it, carrying it over to the sink. "How lovely," she muttered. "Fruits. How I love fruits. Ugh," then she started naming them. "We have blueberries, strawberries, raspberries; not sure what these deep purple ones are called. Mmm… but I think I should know them. What are they called again?"

"How long have you been running a cafe?" Jin inquires. He takes interest in a certain fruit sitting in a box within the framed freezer. The label says it's a fruit. How come he's never seen something like it before? It's evenly round, colored red with split patches of green, and whatever is sprouting around it resembles like fur. It's already been ten minutes since they've left Y/n and his brother to guard the cafe. With searching eyes, Lisa drags the stroller and stops just beside the man crouching to get a better view of the mysterious fruit. He looks invested.

“They grow into plants with leaves that can heal burns and soothe fevers. Very rare, very potent.” The other merchant, a woman with sun-weathered skin, shook her head in reply. “Too expensive,” she said firmly. “I will trade you three baskets of our finest coconuts for it, and not a seed more.” Georgia wandered through the stalls, trying to keep her mind off, and herself away from the Western merchants of Le Roma. She admired the intricate pottery, the colorful fabrics, and the beautifully carved trinkets. At one stall, she saw a collection of delicate, hand-painted fans. She picked one up, running her fingers over the smooth, cool surface. The design was simple yet elegant — a scene of a su

The afternoon light bathed the fruit bowl, making the colorful selection even more inviting. With a leisurely pace, he approached the counter, drawn to the assortment of fruits. The bright yellow bananas, the deep red strawberries, the juicy peaches, and the plump blueberries enticed him with their delicious promises. He paused for a moment, contemplating which combination of flavors would make the perfect fruit juice.