Imagine Person A beginning to doze off while Person B is holding them. Person B whispers “I’ll protect you” and Person A tiredly mumbles “From what?” Person B thinks for a moment and says “I don’t know. Anything.”
So, I got a lot of really positive
feedback about my post about salt in witchcraft, so here’s another one just for
you about iron!
Iron, like salt, has been used for many
thousands of years as a potent tool in the practices of witchcraft. Iron is one
of the most abundant metals in our planet, and is also a really great metal for
making into tools. It’s tough, hard, ductile and with a high melting point that
makes it ideal for situations in which you might need a tool to work under
extremely hot conditions. It’s also one of only three ferromagnetic metals
(along with nickel and cobalt), making it an essential part of most magnets and
In astrophysics, iron is extremely
important in the life cycle of stars. Iron is one of the most atomically stable
substances in the universe, and it’s also unique because it’s the first element
in the periodic table to require more energy to MAKE it than it gives out from
atomic fusion. This is important, because when a star gets older and fuses
hydrogen to make helium, helium to make beryllium and all the rest, once it
starts fusing atoms to make iron, the star begins to die. So, iron is an
element that signals the death of stars, and any element that weighs MORE than
iron (atomically speaking) can only be made in supernovas - that is, the
explosion that takes place when a really BIG star dies.
In biology, iron is one of the most
important elements in mammalian, reptilian and avian blood, because it’s the
element that we use in the chemical haemoglobin. This is the chemical in our
blood cells that binds to oxygen and keeps us alive. Crustaceans like lobsters
don’t use iron - they use copper, and instead make haemocyanin, which makes
their blood blue! However, just like in stars, iron can mean death for humans
as well. If we overdose on iron, we suffer from iron heavy metal poisoning;
when we get crushed by a heavy object we can suffer a disease called traumatic
rhabdomyolysis or Crush Syndrome, caused by vast amounts of myoglobin (another iron-based
compound, found in muscles, which gives them extra oxygen to use) entering our kidneys and killing them, and as a
result killing us.
Iron in science is an element of life,
death, and of many points in between. But what about its uses in witchcraft?
Witchy Facts about Iron!
Iron is stable. Iron’s stability,
both atomically and magickally, makes it a fantastic magickal conductor, and
also means that magick doesn’t seem to affect iron very much. Enchantments on
iron are never as strong as on other metals, and even the best witches will
have difficulty making an enchantment or other spell anchor properly. However,
this has the advantage that iron doesn’t pick up negative magick from
background sources, and it’s extremely unlikely that there will be issues with
ritual or altar tools made from iron. Keeping your magickal supplies inside an
iron or steel box, or a box that’s been nailed together with iron nails, will
prevent them from leaking out and attracting spirits that might cause harm.
Iron is protective. Along with
silver and a few other little bits and bobs, negative spirits and fae folk
cannot touch iron lest it burn them and cause them pain. Additionally, negative
magicks targetted at someone wearing an iron pendant will be attracted into the
pendant and then dispelled. This makes it an ideal protective charm for
everyday carry or everyday wear. This is why horseshoes are considered
lucky - back in Medieval times, when protection
against negative spirits and magick was much more widely practiced, poor
families would often be unable to afford much iron. However, a horseshoe is
made of iron, and comes with holes already cast into it, which allow you to
nail one over your door easily, which keeps out harmful spirits, magick, and
fae, who might seek to hurt you or your family.
Iron is inconspicuous. Anyone can
carry an iron nail after all, and a little piece of iron wrought and twisted
into a small pendant is far from a traditional witch’s item. Those secret
witches who perhaps do not live with accepting families or within an accepting
community or country can find great solace in the use of iron as a protective
Iron is cheap. Iron nails, iron
rods and iron knifes are pretty easy to get hold of and relatively quite cheap.
They’re versatile and not especially likely to draw attention to you - after
all, nobody’s likely to question why someone has a couple of iron nails twisted
into a pendant, and if they do question it, why it’s just an artistic display!
And of course, easy to replace with $5 worth of string, iron and a hammer.
Iron is ancient. Iron is one of the
oldest protective charms out there, right up with salt and sage. It’s been used
for literally thousands of years to protect people against everything from
wolves to armies to poltergeists. That’s a pretty impressive history!
Iron is practical! The best
cookware I’ve ever used has always been my cast iron cookware set, which makes
better food than I’ve ever tasted, and it’s very easy to clean. It’s also
extremely hardwearing - I wholly expect to one day be able to pass on my cast
iron frying pan and wok to my grandchildren, and it was already been owned by
my mother and father before me. Iron knifes are sharper and cut cleaner than
almost anything except obsidian, and high-carbon steel (an alloy of iron and
carbon) is the best cutting edge known in bushcrafting circles, where all the
best knives are made from it
I hope this helps all you lovely witches and magick users out there!
Natsu: Damn, I can’t find Lucy Natsu: …. hmmm *cups hands to mouth* Natsu: OH NO, NATSU IS IN DANGER AND HE CAN’T DEFEND HIMSELF! WHO WILL SAVE HIM? Erza: I’ll save- *is shoved out of the way* Gray: I guess I’ll save the idio- *is pushed into tree* Gajeel: Hmph, I’ll- *is kicked across the room* Macao: I’ll return the favor and save h- *is stepped on* Wakaba: I’ll- *is punched in the face* Levy: I can- *bumped out of the way* Juvia: I’ll try to- *is tripped over* Wendy: I’ll save you Natsu-san! *gently shoved to the side* Sting and Rogue: We’ll- *twin punched in the face* Lucy: *footsteps and pterodactyl screeching* Lucy: *kung-fu kicking everything in her path* Lucy: I’LL PROTECT YOU NATSU!! Natsu: *looking around at room where everyone is lying unconscious on the floor* Natsu: *clutches heart* Found her
Can you do a fluffy fic where the reader is really drunk, like tipping over drunk, and Newt thinks it’s kind of scary but kind of cute and he takes care of her? Please no vomiting, though. I cringe enough as it is..
Warnings: Fluff. Protective Newt might be the death of you.
FREAKING LOOK AT THE GIF
You and Newt were sitting
at a small table, waiting for the waiter to appear. Newt was tell you about his
magical creatures and you were listening intently. It never annoyed you when
Newt rambled on about his creatures, you found it rather adorable. The way he
would get so excited and start gesturing widely. The way he would add sound
effects and imitate the way his babies sounded. It was all so very Newt and
A waiter walked up to
your table and asked the two of you, “What can I get you fine people? Anything
Newt looked at you and
nodded. “You first,” Newt whispered to you.
You saw a waiter carrying
a fancy drink, very pretty and colorful. “I’ll take one of those, please!” You
said, pointing to the pretty glistening drink.
The waiter glanced at the drink
and nodded while writing something down on a notepad. “And for the gentleman?”
He said, glancing over at Newt.
Newt thought about it and
then said brightly, “I think I shall just have a cup of tea!”
You grinned at Newt, who
smiled shyly back at you. “You Brits,” You said, rolling your eyes a little
bit, but still grinning uncontrollably.
“So tell me, Y/N, what
exactly did you order?” Newt questioned, after the waiter left the two of you.
You shrugged. “I don’t
know. I assume a smoothie.”
“What’s a smoothie?”
“A beverage made from
fruits and milk,” You explained to the clueless man. “They’ve become quite a
hit in the last decade. They’re healthy and they used to only be for the rich
people in 1900.”
Easily fascinated, Newt
pushed on, “Is it an American thing?”
You shrugged again. “I
don’t really know. It might only be a New York thing. Here comes the waiter,
let’s ask him?”
The waiter came back,
balancing the tray on one hand rather expertly. He placed a cup of hot tea in
front of Newt and then placed the smoothie in front of you. “Excuse me, sir, is
smoothie an American thing?”
The guy looked at Newt like
he was a crazy idiot. Mumbling he shrugged and said, “Crazy Brits…” He hastily
walked away, ignoring Newt’s question.
“Why that bugger!” You snapped,
glowering at the waiter. You could get quite protective and basically hated
anyone who was rude to Newt.
Newt grabbed your arm,
and held you down. “Y/N, it’s fine,” He said softly, a little smiled appeared. “He’s
right, I’m a crazy Brit!” Newt laughed good naturedly.
You couldn’t believe it.
Newt was so nice. So patient. And so forgiving. Ashamed, you turned to your
smoothie. Newt sipped his tea, and watched you as you took a deep drink from
the fancy straw. Your head felt a little light. “This is really good,” You said
surprised, looking down at the drink. You smiled and beamed up at Newt.
Newt raised his eyebrow
and looked at you and then the drink again. “Is that so?” He murmured, blowing
off his tea.
You grinned and took
another huge sip. It tasted really good. It was sweet and cool and had a bit of
a kick to it. The more you slurped, the more you felt light, like you were
swimming in the sky or something stupid like that. “Newt!” you giggled, not
really sure where this was going. “This tastes fantastic!”
Newt’s eyebrows knitted
together and he looked a little closer at the drink. “Is that… a margarita…?”
He said curiously.
You laughed, throwing
your head back and said, “I don’t know! But I don’t care! Say, Newt! I really
have a thing for you! Want to go out with me?”
Newt’s eyebrow shot up
and he said mildly amused, “Aren’t we already doing that?”
You shrugged, your face
bright red. “This tastes good. How about you show me your favorite beast, Newt?”
You stated, giggling like a little girl.
Newt was oddly attracted
to the tipsy you, who could barely see straight. “That sounds like a plan,”
Newt chuckled, going along with you.
By now you had drank over
half the frothy sweet drink. “I’m really sleepy…” You said suddenly.
Newt looked at you, alarmed
now, and shouted shaking you, “Don’t fall asleep!”
But it was too late, you
pushed the drink aside and rested your head on the table. Just like that, you
were already asleep. Newt pressed his lips together and groaned. “Please, don’t
do this, Y/N!” he shook you again, but the damage had been done.
He had to think how he
was going to get you home. As he was thinking about it, a tipsy round man came
over to Newt. “Well well well!” He bellowed.
Newt tensed up, eyeing the
man with suspicious untrusting eyes. “Please excuse us,” Newt said quietly, standing
up and over to you.
“Let the lady stay! We
could play around with ‘er!” the tipsy man chuckled. He belched loudly and gave
Newt an ugly grin.
“I’d rather not, thank
you,” Newt said, a little stronger this time.
He was about to pick Y/N
up but the man intervened again and laughed loudly and obnoxiously. “Now now!
If she wants to stay, let ‘er stay!”
He reached out a large
hand to touch your pretty hair. Something in Newt snapped and he wasn’t the
sweet forgiving Hufflepuff people thought he was. Just because he was a
Hufflepuff didn’t mean he couldn’t get aggressive. Most people thought
Hufflepuffs were doormats, but they also forgot that Hufflepuff’s emblem was a
badger, which were known to be fierce and aggressively dangerous when provoked.
“Don’t you dare touch her,” Newt said in a low commanding voice, which made the
man jump back a little.
Newt took a step forward,
still intently eyeing the man. His hand was ready to pull out his wand any
second now. “Get back,” Newt barked, as if he were a lion trainer with a
The man, now fully
frightened by this man’s attitude, quickly walked away, muttering swear words.
Newt calmed down and he turned to you. He
picked you up bridal style and gently kissed your temple. You looked like an
angel, your head snuggled up against Newt’s chest. You groaned and snuggled
Just because he was laid back, didn’t
mean he didn’t know how to protect a person. Truth was, he knew how to protect his
loved ones perfectly. The ticket was to protect people like a silent angel, not
doing it out of wanting praise or looking brave, but doing it out of love. He
whispered softly to himself and to you, “I wasn’t going to let him touch you,
Please tell me I’m not the only one that gets very protective of my books when someone asks to borrow them.. Don’t get me wrong I’m flattered someone wants to read a book I’ve read but it’s just I don’t trust people with my babies, you’ll rip them or treat them poorly or loose them or never give them back and I just can’t have that.
My books. My babies.