ΉΣX — “ If dangerous why friend shaped? ”
BY : HEXOLOGH
Sun Wukong, Six-eared Macaque, Azure, Tusk and Peng reacting to you telling them your a Pixiu.
(Pixiu is a mythical hybrid creature with the body of a lion, the head of a dragon, and wings.)
˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🌟🐵 ₊˚ 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐔𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐆:
So that's why you karate-chopped him into a mountain when he tried to scare you for a prank. Makes so much sense now.
You’re casually like, "Yeah, I’m a Pixiu." And he’s just staring at you with a blank expression, still processing the fact that you broke four of his ribs with one slap, and you barely even noticed.
“I mean... not everyone gets smacked through a mountain on their first date... But hey, no biggie, right?!”
He’s laughing nervously while secretly holding his ribs.
But, plot twist, this only makes him like you more. Wukong is head over heels for how badass you are. In fact, being a Pixiu just cranks up the dial on his simping by 1000%. Expect an endless stream of over-the-top, cheesy pick-up lines.
“Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
“Are you saying I’m Satan?”
“Uh—😨… no?”
Oh, but wait, it gets better. The minute you start doubting your horns, wings, or tail, Wukong is on you like a PR campaign. He’s already giving you a pep talk while admiring every single feature.
“You’re telling me you don’t think your horns are gorgeous? Horton hears a lying ass bi—”
If you try to hide your wings, he’s instantly pouting. He’ll say stuff like, “But they’re so cool! Why would you hide those?!” He’s so fascinated by all your Pixiu traits that his eyes start sparkling like a fanboy.
If you keep them visible, though? Oh, he cannot stop staring. His tail’s wagging, legs swinging, head resting on his hands while his eyes follow your wings around like he’s hypnotized. It’s borderline embarrassing.
One time you caught him just absentmindedly trying to groom your tail like it’s his. He immediately stopped, awkwardly laughing, “Uh, force of habit?” Sure, Wukong.
He's so interested about your stories since your older than him—Wait...You have a criminal history..?
Oh!
....
Hey..
A...Answer the question....
..HEY WHERE ARE YOU GOI—
˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 💜🙉 ₊˚ 𝐒𝐈𝐗-𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄 :
He’s surprised, but at the same time, not really? I mean, let’s be real. The first time the two of you met, you elbowed him so hard that his head made a crater in the ground.
“Wait—you’re a Pixiu?” Macaque says, blinking.
“Yeah. What did you think I was?”
“I mean, I knew you weren’t normal, but a Pixiu? That explains the permanent dent you left in my skull.”
Not that he's complaining. In fact, even though you introduced yourself by nearly decapitating him, it might be the closest thing to a love story he’s ever had. Macaque is the type of emotionally-damaged guy who equates physical damage with affection. Yeah, he’s a mess.
Poor monkey, lettuce pray for him 🙏🏼.
What really makes him melt, though? Your tail. If you two ever sit close, Macaque will wrap his tail around yours, and it’s the cutest thing ever. It’s so natural for him to do it, and he doesn’t even notice he’s doing it until you do.
“Uh… Macaque? Your tail.”
He glances down, sees them tangled together, and casually says, “Oh. Right. My bad…”
You raised an eyebrow.
“…Or maybe it’s not.”
He tries to play it cool, but deep down, he lives for that tiny connection. His love language is physical touch and acts of kinda violent service, so expect him to drag you into playful sparring matches constantly.
Fighting with you helps him relax. You both get to blow off steam, even if he limps away with a broken leg afterward. “So worth it,” he grumbles, giving you a smug grin through his bruises.
“Oh? You’re still standing? Guess I went easy on you.”
“You’re on crutches, Macaque.”
“Details.”
One of his favorite things is getting to ask you for wisdom since you’re older and wiser. Sometimes it’s serious, and other times… it’s not.
“So, what should I do if someone’s annoying me?”
“Punch them in the throat.”
“Good advice.”
But when it comes to your temper? He learned his lesson the hard way—when you punched a deity into the stratosphere for joking about hurting his feelings. Never again.
Since then, he makes absolutely sure you’re happy. He knows not to even joke about upsetting you, because if you get mad? That’s a one-way ticket to Oblivion.
Never again ....
˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🫐🦁 ₊˚ 𝐀𝐙𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐎𝐍:
He perks up immediately when you tell him you’re a Pixiu. It’s like his lion brain short-circuits for a moment—eyes wide, jaw slightly dropped. Then, he gives you that noble, dignified smile he’s known for.
“Oh really? That’s exciting! I’ve read about your kind, but to meet one…”
You know he’s about to start gushing.
He’s not just curious—he’s obsessed. You’re a rare being, and Azure is the kind of guy who appreciates rare and powerful things. He’s practically asking for a Pixiu 101 crash course.
“Tell me everything—do you guard treasures? Can you summon storms? How many mountain ranges can you break in half?”
You blinks slowly with a neutral expression, “I mean, I once broke a boulder with my face.”
Azure is swooning, “Magnificent..”
If you ever feel self-conscious about your wings, tail, or horns, don’t. He treats them like royal artifacts. He might even get you a personalized grooming set for your horns. He's noble but extra.
Azure’s #1 Rule: Never let anyone disrespect you. If someone so much as looks at you funny, he’s already plotting their demise. "They don't deserve to breathe the same air as you."
“Azure, calm down—”
“I am calm.”
—Says Azure, who is ready to wage war.
He’s also super down for showing off his own lion mane in exchange for some wing flexing. "Let me know if you need help grooming your wings. I am, after all, quite experienced with luxurious hair."
˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🎗️🐘 ₊˚ 𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐔𝐒𝐊
When you drop the Pixiu bomb, Yellowtusk doesn’t react in a flashy way. He’s the most chill out of the bunch. He’ll nod thoughtfully, like he’s piecing together a puzzle that suddenly makes sense.
“So that explains how you broke that solid gold staff with one hand.”
“Wait, you noticed that?”
Tusk; casually sipping tea, “Of course. It was a decent staff too.”
He doesn’t say much, but you can tell he’s quietly impressed. He may not get all up in your business like the others, but when you two are alone, he’s soft.
He’ll sit with you in silence, enjoying the peace—because really, he’s not about the chaos the others tend to bring. Plus, he loves listening to your stories about ancient times, nodding here and there, occasionally offering a small smile.
If your wings ever get tired, he’ll immediately notice and offer a massage with zero hesitation, “You overworked yourself again, didn’t you?”
He’ll never say it, but he lowkey loves it when you flex your strength—especially when it comes to defending him or others. But when you do, he’ll just give you a simple, understated compliment.
“Impressive. As usual.”
˚˖𓍢ִ໋₊˚ʚ 🏅🪽 ₊˚ 𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐆:
Peng nearly drops his weapon when you casually tell him you’re a Pixiu. His initial reaction? A tsundere mess.
“Hmph, so what if you’re a Pixiu? Not like it’s a big deal,” he says, crossing his arms and looking away with a dramatic huff. His face is 90% red though.
But underneath that "I don’t care" exterior, you know he’s mentally screaming. You just became 10x cooler in his eyes, and he doesn’t know how to handle it. He’ll act like he’s not impressed, but you’ll catch him sneaking glances at your wings, especially when you stretch them out.
“Hey, stop staring.”
“I-I’m not staring! Why would I stare at you?!”
If you fight together, Peng gets super excited, pushing you to unleash your full power.
“I bet you can’t even keep up with me,” he teases. But deep down, he’s hoping you obliterate whatever enemy you’re facing in the most brutal, glorious way possible. When you absolutely wreck shop, he’ll just smirk and say, “I knew you had it in you.”
But if anyone else even thinks about crossing you, Peng’s temper flares.
“What did you just say about them?!”
You might be a Pixiu, but Peng still sees himself as the one who needs to protect you. Not that you need protecting, but it’s cute seeing him get so worked up about it. He’s the type to yell at your enemies while you’ve already knocked them out.
He'll also make snarky comments but immediately regret it when you flash your fangs at him.
“You’re terrifying,” he says with a blush.
“You like it.”
He turns away with an awkward cough.
"S-shut up."