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Affection bloomed in Yuuri’s heart and flowers bloomed in his palms. Viktor pulled into his final position, chest heaving. Belatedly, Yuuri realized he had made an entire flower crown, blue roses the same shade as Viktor’s eyes, woven together artfully, creating a tight circle with a soft, yet distinct fragrance. In a moment of impulsivity, Yuuri tossed the crown down onto the ice, amidst a sea of hundreds, maybe even thousands of other gifts and offerings. And, against all odds, Viktor Nikiforov picked it up, staring at it for a moment before placing it upon his head, where it would stay as he received his scores, got his medal, and even stood on the podium. Yuuri’s flowers, broadcasted to millions. * When Yuuri manifested, it was with, well, flower power. The ability to grow plants with his hands wasn’t something he could have said he expected, but he couldn’t say he minded it either. Not when it allowed him to be a part of his idols' life, if even it was only for a moment. OR, a semi-meandering account of how Yuuri started anew under Yakov Feltsman's coaching.

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