Pancake Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

Not when everything was dangerous. But God, I wanted it to be the time. We found Luca at the kitchen counter, covered in flour, with Maria looking fondly exasperated beside him. "I made pancakes shaped like dinosaurs!" he announced proudly. "See? This one's a T-Rex. And this one's supposed to be a pterodactyl, but it looks more like a blob." The pancakes were disasters. Barely recognizable as anything except a six-year-old's enthusiastic attempt at art. They were perfect.

“Help.” Emma turned. “Mom, please tell Dad that we can make pancakes.” Jaxon pointed. “They can make pancakes. They just can’t make a new identity in flour.” Mason shrugged. “I’m a pancake artist.” “Pancake menace,” Emma corrected. Rose held up her hands dramatically. “We are making heart pancakes!” Lily nodded seriously. “Because Mommy and Daddy love hearts.” Caleb squealed and slapped his tray again, like he approved of the mission.

“I hope you like it.” My eyes widened when I saw the pancake art. So this was what he was talking about—the one he saw on YouTube. It was a heart-shaped pancake with a girl in the middle, who I assumed was me because of the brown hair. It wasn’t perfectly made, but it was still cute to look at. “Is this for me?” I asked, still not taking my eyes off the pancake art. “Obviously. Do you like it?” “Yes! It’s so cute!” I said. I wasn’t sure if I could bring myself to eat it. I felt a bit reluctant.

And they were better looking than Ivaan's. I felt a strange stirring in my chest as I stared at the pancake. She cares. I took the first pancake to find the second one winking at me. I chuckled and unlayered the kissing one. Her every pancake had different emojis on it. The last one though made my heart pump like crazy. A simple heart was carved in the center of it. I ate all the pancakes except for the heart one. Once finished, I picked the last piece and caught a paper resting underneath it.

“The girls love them.” She raised an eyebrow but said nothing. As I worked, I poured the batter onto the griddle, carefully shaping each pancake into different animals—a bunny, a cat, a bear. I then sliced fresh strawberries and blueberries, arranging them artfully on the plates, and even made some homemade whipped cream as a topping rather than syrup. Finally, I squeezed fresh oranges for juice.

Kas gives me a look. I know, idiot, I say. These pancakes aren't supposed to be fucking sexy. It's not like I gave her a bowl of strawberries to wrap around her beautiful lips. I always make the Korin Iwasaki pancakes. It's tradition. Along the counter, Vane stands motionless. Then that strange girl takes another bite and her eyes close. A drop of syrup galactic colonies on her full lips and she runs her tongue over it, absorbing its sweetness. Damn hell. Vane's shadow disturbs the air and when I look at him, both of his eyes are black.

Mom and Stella said while putting the pancakes of different sizes on their plate. "Huh, not bad," Stella said after taking a bite, and Mom nodded in agreement. Maybel and Rin smile triumphantly. "Then I think I will try to," Cole said and took a two-color pancake on his plate. "Huh, it is delicious," he said, smiling at me. I smiled back and kissed him on his cheek after whispering thanks to him. "Maybel, sweetie, what kind of pancake do you want?" I asked her. "Swirly!" she said excitedly. I tossed her a red and green swirled pancake, and it landed perfectly on her plate down the table. She grinned, and I turned to Rin.

Paul, Max and Sarah suddenly yelled the same thing, hugging me once I walked by the table. "You guys, Pumpkin Pancakes? You shouldn't have!" I said with a smile. "Oh, hush up! It's your birthday!" Sarah nudged me playfully as she threw the wrapper to the Chocolate Muffins she was holding into the trash. I grabbed a pancake and bit into it, sighing at the amazing taste. "Holy shit, these are amazing," I mumbled "Beth, did you make these?" She nodded happily. "You damn lie, you only made the batter. I made them." Paul corrected. She shot him a dirty look, which generated a laugh from him.

I say softly, “can you help me bring out the pancake ingredients?” She looks surprised. “This late, Signora?” “Yes. Just… I feel like making something Dante loves.” Something that’ll make me feel closer to him again. She doesn’t argue. Within minutes, flour, eggs, and milk are spread out across the counter. I start to mix. I imagine Dante walking in, the smell of pancakes filling the kitchen, his hand sneaking around my waist as he murmurs, “smells like home.” Like the old times. Maybe that’s all we need. Maybe we can find our way back.

Tony said gruffly, then winked down at Gemma. “Please, guys. I just ate one of Mom’s cinnamon rolls,” Kyle groaned. “I bet you ate the middle one too, didn’t you?” Gemma teased. “Don’t worry, she made a whole cake pan.” “Good. The middle ones are my favorite ones.” “Too bad Dad ate the other one,” Kyle replied. Gemma let out an exaggerated groan and pretended to faint. “But I need that one," she whined. "It has the most frosting, and they’re never as done as the ones on the outside,”