Primary Pairing: YohaRiko
Rating: T?
Words: ~1.4k
Fandom: Love Live Sunshine
Time Frame: Sometime late in Riko’s 2nd year of college and Yohane’s 1st
Events: Femslash February 2023 & Femslash Friday
Event Source: @femslashfeb & @femslash-friday-prompts
Prompt: Light & Icing
Content Warning: Mentions of blood... sorta...
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Author’s Note: Combining prompts from two sources again. It was a fun self-challenge last time and, no surprise, it was again this time.
Summary: Yohane bakes on stream for her followers while Riko watches and helps taste test
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“And now, we add the blood of my enemies!”
Wha? Riko paused halfway through the door with her hand still on the handle.
The sound that was probably a spoon against the inside of a can came from the kitchen.
Oh, Yocchan is doing another cooking stream. Riko realized and resumed her entry into the apartment. What is she calling angel blood this time? Ketchup? Tomato juice? Red grape juice? No, those didn’t typically come in a can, much less were thick enough that they needed to be scraped out.
Riko continued to ponder the idea as she removed her shoes and hung up her jacket. She smiled as she heard chanting in Latin. She had decided to take a class in Latin recently so she could start understanding what her girlfriend was saying during her rituals. And while she was nowhere near fluent yet, she could pick up some things here and there.
Something about an unholy sacrament? Of course mention of angel blood and the glory of defeating them and whatnot. Something about falling or descending; no surprise there. And…
“Riri!”
No, that wasn’t part of the ritu… oh…
“I didn’t hear you come in!” Yoshiko set down her mixing bowl and opened her arms.
“Sorry, Yocchan,” Riko responded, stepping into the kitchen, “I didn’t mean to interrupt your stream.” She jutted her chin in the direction of Yoshiko’s phone.
“It’s fine! It’s fine!” Yoshiko assured before bouncing on her toes and waving her arms a little to indicate they were still open. “My little demons always love seeing their favorite angel, Riri!”
Says the girl performing a ritual about supposedly sacrificing angel blood… Riko amused herself with the thought as she made her way over to accept her girlfriend’s welcoming embrace. And kiss… geez, she wondered if she would ever get used to doing such things in front of a live stream.
Riko startled as a loud beep sounded behind her and she pulled back from the kiss.
“Oh, the oven is ready.” Yoshiko said as she disengaged from the hug and turned to pick back up her mixing bowl. “Gotta finish this quick.”
“Are you baking a cake?” Riko inquired, moving out of the camera angle.
“Not just any cake, a Fallen Angel Cake!” Yoshiko declared proudly.
“Is that anything like Devil’s food cake?”
“Maybe? The recipe does say it’s supposed to taste like chocolate.”
Riko tilted her head with curiosity. “Supposed to?”
“Well, it doesn’t have any chocolate in it, so yeah.”
“How does that work?”
“The dark magicks of condensed angel blood!” Yoshiko used her elbow to indicate an empty can on the counter as she began to pour the batter into a prepped cake pan.
“Tomato… soup?” Riko’s mind fumbled for a bit. She blinked and leaned forward as if that would somehow change the label she had just read. “Tomato soup… in a cake… Why?”
“One of my little demons sent me a really funny video about it,” Yoshiko explained. “So, I thought I’d try my hand at it.” She stooped to open the oven door and slid in the pan. “Alright, my little demons.” She said as she righted herself. “That concludes this segment of Yohane’s Hellfire Kitchen. The cake is gonna need about fifty minutes to bake, and then like an hour or two to cool before we can add the icing. So, in the meantime, it’s game time! And, if we’re lucky, Riri will do us the honor of joining us.”
Riko chuckled, having somewhat expected the invite. “Alright.” She agreed before the couple made their way into the living room.
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“And now, my little demons,” Yoshiko intoned, “it is time to add a sinfully delicious layer of Hellrime to our Fallen Angel Cake!”
Hellrime? Riko thought as she watched Yoshiko’s antics from her position at the kitchen table. Hell fros… Oh, frosting. Riko mildly chastised herself for not figuring that one out right away, especially since Yoshiko had mentioned icing the cake earlier.
Riko watched in amusement as Yoshiko took far too great a pleasure in whipping milk into cream cheese.
“And now, chocolate!” Yoshiko announced.
“I thought there wasn’t any chocolate in the recipe.” Riko said.
“Not in the cake, no.” Yoshiko shook her head. “But in the icing, yes.”
“Isn’t that cheating when it comes to saying it tastes like chocolate without chocolate?”
Yoshiko shrugged. “Apparently it still does with a light frosting made from just milk and powdered sugar. But Yohane loves chocolate.” She grinned. “So, we’re adding chocolate!” She poured the melted chocolate into the mixture with great flair.
Riko chuckled. She was well aware of her girlfriend’s favorite foods. For all of half a second, she wondered if she had missed strawberries being added to the cake before she had arrived home. But then she remembered the recipe Yoshiko had shown her while they waited for the cake to bake. Strawberries were not on the ingredient list, but at the same time, for as strange as the cake was, and knowing Yoshiko’s often off kilter tastes, she couldn’t put it past Yoshiko adding them in anyway. Or cayenne pepper powder. Or Tabasco sauce. Or mayonnaise. Or…
“With this dark ink, Yohane shall inscribe the unholy runes of damnation!” Yoshiko’s voice returned Riko’s attention to reality.
The streaming baker had scooped the frosting into a piping bag and was now positioning it over her cake.
“Hngh!” Yoshiko grunted as she squeezed the bag. “C’mon out you cursed… Geh?!”
“Yocchan!” Riko launched forward.
The piping tip had apparently come off, and the resulting blast of icing had splattered the cake, the counter, the stove, some of the cabinets. And of course, Yoshiko herself.
“Are you alright?” Riko asked as she reached her girlfriend.
“I’m fine…” Yoshiko groused. “Stupid bag…”
Riko brushed a finger across Yoshiko’s cheek, gathering some of the frosting that had managed to land there.
“Riri?” Yoshiko questioned as she watched Riko taste the icing.
“It’s good.” Riko confirmed. “But I believe the recipe called for lightly frosting the cake, not the baker.”
“Riri~” Yoshiko whined as crimson blossomed across her cheeks.
Riko couldn’t help laughing lightly at Yoshiko’s adorable pout.
“Sorry, everyone,” Riko turned toward Yoshiko’s phone. “I think we’re going to have to have a short intermission while I get your master cleaned up. Watch for, uhm… notifications from across the digital void.” Was that how Yoshiko often signed off? “The Hellrime application shall recommence soon.” She tapped the button on the screen that would end the stream.
“Riri is learning Yohane’s methods.” Yoshiko observed, though without dropping into the tone she usually used for Yohane. “Thanks for that.”
“You’re welcome.” Riko smiled. “Now, let’s get this cleaned up quickly so you can finish your stream.”
“Right.” Yoshiko nodded before finding a towel to begin wiping things down.
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“I’m not getting any chocolate from this.” Riko commented after her first bite. “Well, not from the cake anyway.”
“Mm…” Yoshiko nodded in agreement, still chewing and contemplating her own mouthful. “More like gingerbread? I think?”
“But there wasn’t any ginger in the spice mix, was there?”
“No.” Yoshiko shook her head. “Hrm… if it was supposed to taste like chocolate without chocolate, but ended up tasting like ginger without ginger… Maybe Yohane misspoke during her invocations?”
“Maybe.” Riko chuckled. “Still, not a bad cake, Yocchan.”
Yoshiko grinned at the compliment.
“Unexpectedly good, considering the main ingredient. I really thought it would taste like tomatoes.”
Yoshiko nodded. “I did too, honestly. And I’m a little disappointed it didn’t…”
“Really?” Riko asked incredulously, before remembering all of the other odd things Yoshiko enjoyed.
“Anyway, if Riri liked it, maybe Yohane can make it again some time.”
“Maybe with only half a teaspoon of cloves?”
“Agreed, a full teaspoon is a bit overpowering. And maybe since it tastes like gingerbread anyway, maybe actually add ginger?”
“May as well use premixed pumpkin spice at that point.”
“Yeah, I could do that.” Yoshiko agreed before turning her attention to her phone. “So, that’s it, my little demons. Riri and I are in agreement that the Fallen Angel Cake version 1.0 is good, but needs some tweaking. And next time on Yohane’s Hellfire Kitchen, we’ll see if pinto beans can take the heat and be transmogrified into a cake fit for the depths of the Abyss. Be sure to watch thy usual digital messenger systems to that thou might participate in that gathering from across the void.”
With that, Yoshiko ended the stream. She and Riko then moved to the kitchen table to continue enjoying their cake.
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Author’s Note Continued: The first thing that came to mind when I decided to combine the prompts of Icing and Light was essentially Riko’s line about frosting the cake not the baker. And while it didn’t necessarily have to be Riko saying it, I could have gone with one of my other flagships, Yohane’s bad luck just seemed the best fit for the idea of accidentally spraying icing on herself.
But what to have her bake? Heaven forbid I have her bake something normal. And I have recently begun working my way through the good recipes posted by B. Dylan Hollis, the tomato soup cake among them. So, why not use that? It seems like a recipe that would amuse Yohane enough to try.
And in all honesty, the cake really isn’t all that bad. It’s not mind blowingly good by any means, basically just a spice cake with unusual ingredients, but definitely not bad. So if you don’t mind some experimentation in the kitchen, I would happily recommend finding Dylan’s videos on YouTube or TikTok and making something a little different. Also, I would recommend following Riko’s advice and backing off a bit on the cloves, unless you really love cloves.
