Fluffy WangXian Oneshots

The Potato Cake

The Potato Cake is an unusual cake shop.

For one thing, the name….is weird for a shop that doesn't contain any.

Number two, it is very rarely open before midday. This is also very unusual because by opening so late, it misses all the breakfast crowd, most of the lunch crowd, passing trade and the footfall traffic of people going to work.

But, it is also the only cake shop open at eight in the evening.

How is it still operating, let alone thriving?

Lan Zhan is going to find out.

He pushes the door open, a little silver bell tinkles, and he is immediately transported into another time and place.

A happy time, filled with wonderful warm and comforting hugs, chocolate, vanilla and lots and lots of love.

"Be right with you!" A melodious and bright voice calls out, interrupting his memories.

Lan Zhan’s eyes open, and all he sees is chaos.

One wall is covered in ovens, so many of them and so many types.

At least five of them are on.

All black with red bars for opening.

The other side behind the counter is a long work top made from black granite. The wall above it has clear glass jars with red lids, filled with the most amazing toppings: there are sprinkles in every single colour, chocolate shavings and balls, chips and logs, in white, dark and milk chocolate. There are gleaming tiny, multicoloured sugar balls, tiny teddies and assorted animals made out of sugar…and then there's an entire wall with sugar flowers.

That part seems to be refrigerated, though Lan Zhan can't tell how.

There is also arefrigerated display case of clear glass filled with an assortment of ready cakes, each one a work of art.

There is an exquisitely crafted steam train that looked real, a ballerina on pointe, a musical box, a jewellery box with decorated shells, and a sports car sitting next to a sign which said these were cakes…

No way!!!!

They were amazing!

Next to that were trays of cupcakes, muffins, decorated cookies, doughnuts, and cake slices. All of them looked tempting enough to make Lan Zhan's mouth water.

"See anything you like?" The beautiful voice asked, a hint of mischief in his tone.

The front counter is open and friendly, and low enough to see who has just spoken to him.

This man is glowing from the heat of the ovens, his red t-shirt splattered with the guts of a cake, there's flour dusting on his cheek, and silver eyes are flames of brightness. His long hair is wrapped up high in a messy bun tied with a blood red ribbon, and covered with a hair net.

He is, simply put, gorgeous.

He's standing and watching Lan Zhan with the brightest smile on his face, hands on his hips, and Lan Zhan cannot think of a single word to say.

Flies are the only thing buzzing in his head right now.

"Did you hear what I said?" The man says, playfully.

He's both seriously annoying, delicious and beautiful.

And Lan Zhan has no idea what to do with him.

"Mn. You asked me if I have seen anything I like. The answer is yes." Lan Zhan stares at him pointedly, before looking around.

Wei Ying pretends to swoon dramatically, but in truth, only some of that is fake.