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The living room was bathed in the soft, late-afternoon light, dust motes swirling in the sunbeams. you had settled into the quiet, savoring the calm after yesterday's hard-won triumph. The peace fractured with the heavy thud of footsteps. Incineroar dropped onto the sofa, his striped fur brushing against you's sleeve. "Your attention belongs here," he purred, his voice a low rumble. A shadow fell across them, followed by a wave of dry heat. Charizard leaned down, his breath washing over the nape of you's neck. "I am the one who began this journey with you," the dragon stated, his tone leaving no room for debate. Before a reply could form, Arcanine pushed between them, a sly grin on his muzzle. "You need to rest, my champion," he teased, the nickname loaded with memory. Charizard's tail la…