Pancake Cookie Fanart Novels & Stories

“Huh?” “Mom used to make me pink unicorn pancakes all the time with sprinkles that she’d call unicorn snot.” “Unicorn snot? Kacie, what the—“ Kacie abruptly cut me off and replied hurriedly, “It’s just pancake batter mixed with pink food coloring and a unicorn-shaped cookie cutter to create the shape. The sprinkles added a touch of sparkle.” Still puzzled, I nodded and headed to the kitchen. I started making pancakes for my niece and sausage and eggs for me and Kacie.

Did I have a thing for macho men doing something so domestic? "They aren't ugly. They're art." Sebastian huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning on the island. "Yes, they are. Mummy see." She pulled me to beside him and pointed at a particular plate. I pressed my lips together, stifling a smile. The pancakes looked like the other regular pancakes— round, fluffy, and smelt delicious but seemed to have animal faces? on them. They looked like faces, but at the same time they didn't look like faces.

"Morning." "There are pancakes. Colette made them." Bonnie looked at the stack of pancakes on the table. Then she looked at Colette. "You made these?" "I am a pancake expert." Bonnie rolled her eyes busy still said, "They look amazing." "They taste even better. Have one." Bonnie sat down then Colette put a plate in front of her. Bonnie took a bite and her eyes widened. "Oh my God," she said. "Good?" "These are the best pancakes I have ever had."

It was the smile that could always melt my heart. I hummed softly as I mixed the pancake batter, pouring it carefully into molds shaped like bunnies, cats, and bears. The sizzle of batter hitting the pan was oddly soothing. Once the pancakes were golden and fluffy, I added the finishing touches: sliced strawberries, a dollop of whipped cream, and just enough chocolate drizzle to make it look irresistible. “Perfect,” I whispered to myself, stepping back to admire my work. As I carried the tray upstairs, my heart pounded. Please let this soften her heart. Please let her forgive me.

She propped her elbows on the table and picked up the heart-shaped pancake. “Mine is the moon,” Selene said, wanting to tell her that the pancake’s normal shape is a circle. Dylan pressed his lips, suppressing a smile. How he made her believe it was a moon rather than a circle is impressive to me. Lyra Helene only giggled, so I assumed we were thinking the same thing, but I caught a glimpse of the star-shaped pancake she was eating. “Uncle Dylan is trying to impress the girls,” Anya chimed in, picking up her cup and sipping her coffee as she glanced at Dylan.

I reply, trying and failing to sound undisturbed by the fact that there are people in this world who hate chocolate chips in their pancakes. Kat's grin widens "I knew I liked you." She glances at Kira, "Chocolate chip pancakes are Kira's favourite too," She winks at the five-year-old, who nods eagerly, her eyes lighting up at the mention of her favourite pancakes. "They're the yummiest in the world", Kira exclaims, her grin stretching wide as she excitedly shoves another bite of pancakes into her mouth. "They sure are Kiddo," Kat says with a laugh, ruffling the dark curls on Kira's head affectionately.

She woke to the smell of hot synth-cheese and spent grease, Xander already up and clattering in the busted kitchen. He’d scrounged a skillet that didn’t lose its handle to rust, and now he nonchalantly tossed a pancake that was half protein powder, half dandelion greens. The kids mobbed him, hands out, mouths open, but he played the tyrant—“One per mouth, don’t get greedy.” Carolina watched from the doorway, arms folded, repressing a smile that threatened to take her whole face. Finch had climbed onto the counter, making eagle noises; Lyra pretended the pancake was a communion wafer and pronounced Xander a saint.

When the pancake was still hot, I hurriedly took a stick of butter from the fridge and cut it into small slices, placing it on top of the pancakes to melt. After sprinkling the washed blueberry and strawberry on the pancake, I placed the cold whipped cream and honey on the side of the plate. "Here's your share," I said to Kuroyuki. "…Looks nice." She murmured with a gentle smile. Which, Kuryouki took her honey lemon and pancake to the dining table. Night Fury and I then joined the table as well. "A hot pancake mixing with cold whipped cream and honey, the sweetness of strawberry and sourness of blueberry, this contrast is the best~" I mumbled.

She slides into the stool beside him, serving the pancakes with practiced ease. “Eat,” she says, nudging his arm with her elbow. “Yes, ma’am,” he replies, grinning as he forks a piece of pancake, dipping it into a generous pool of honey before popping it into his mouth. The first bite has him closing his eyes and groaning softly. “Okay, I take it back. These aren’t just pancakes. They’re a masterpiece.” Sienna laughs, her face lighting up. “You’re such a drama queen.” “Call me what you want,” he says, cutting another piece. “As long as you keep making these.”

They ask for my name, age, bakery name, a short bio, why I deserve to compete and to upload a photo of my best creation. My fingers fly. Filling the form in one breath. I attach a photo of my Kaiserschmarrn (shredded caramelized pancake with fruit compote) that always sells out first. The ones Granny said tasted like home. Submit. A confirmation pops up instantly. “Application received. Preliminary review in 48 hours. Good luck, Elodie Voss.” I stare at my name on the screen. My real name. Not the girl who just lost her best customer. Not the disappointment. Just… me.