Jonathan X Reader

What?!?

The sounds of two men talking in frantic but hushed voices woke you from your sleep. You were on a leather couch in a room that looked like it belonged to a man who liked antiques. It kind of looked like a cigar lounge.

"She isn't like anything I have seen before Ramad. She's a shadowhunter, she can handle the runes on her skin, but she had this power covering her from head to toe." The voice of the man who threw you off of your roof, said.

"The only way she could have powers is if she's half demon.. but wouldn't that affect the shadowhunter gene?" An unfamiliar voice asked.

"Possibly." The first voice sounded unconvincing.

At this you decided it was time to get off of the couch. You tossed the blanket off and noticed that you were wearing shadowhunter gear. Even though yours burnt to a crisp the night before.

Even just thinking about the night before made you angry. How dare he break into my apartment and try to kill me when I'm in the middle of the search about my parents?!?!

The heat was creeping up from your palms and you could feel the flames explode on your hands. The pillow that your hand was on burst into flames. Unlike last time you could control your body and you let out a scream as you swatted at the pillow.

While you were frantically swatting the pillow and making the situation worse, the two voices rushed in and also let out yelps as they saw what was going on.

The one who's face you didn't recognize, who you assumed was Ramad due to the conversation you evesedropped on, was obviously a warlock. Some warlocks have different color skin, or cat-like eyes, but this one had large black wings protruding from the center of his shoulder blades.

Ramad tried casting a spell or something on you but it wouldn't work, and when it didn't he looked over to the man who threw you off the roof and nodded to him.

When he started walking towards you with his stele you began to back up on the couch, not wanting to be unconscious again. But when the whole couch lit aflame you jumped forwards right into the man's arms.

He took his stele and began to draw a rune of calmness on your wrist. The runes magic began to take effect and your fire dwindled down to nothing. This time as only your hands lit up, your clothes didn't burn off. They were only just slightly warm.

"Y/N, why did you do that?" The man who's name you still did not know began to yell at you. "If we didn't hear you, you could have burned down the entire house. What were you thinking?!?"

At this you began to get angry, "What?!?" You could feel the heat creeping up again. "It's not like I can control it! I don't even know what it is or why it's doing this to me! So stop yelling at me!" At this point you could see the flames in your hands and before you could stop it one flew out and hit the blonde in the chest. He flew back and smashed into the wall.

"I- ... I'm sorry. I just-" You studdered and looked over at Ramad as your fire stopped.

"Don't worry he'll has a fire proof rune on his shoulder blade. I made him draw it before messing with you. However his shirt isn't going to be saved." At the last part you chuckled and glanced over to Blondie who in fact had only bits and pieces of his shirt left on his torso.

"Good he deserves it." You mumbled to yourself. "Um Ramad, do you know why this thing is happening to me?"

"No. But I can and will find out." At this her turned and gestured for you to follow. You took one backward glance at your blonde stranger, to find him ripping the shreds of his shirt off. As badly as you wanted to drool over those abs, you hated him, he tried to kill you. So you turned and followed Ramad.

Not realizing that Blondie was now turned and watched your every move down the hallway

***

Ramad led you to a room that was filled from the top to the bottom with so many books. To one side there was an area that looked like a laboratory. First he grabbed a book from some shelf and then led you over towards the laboratory.

"Now I have no idea what's wrong with you but I can find out." He didn't look at you when he said this because he was looking down at his book. "I'm just going to need a blood sample. If that's OK with you?"

"Anything as long as I can find out what's happening to me." You nodded.

"Good. Now come over here and I'll take about a pint." At this he got excited and his dark wings flapped.

You sat in a medical chair and he stuck a needle into your vein, much to your distaste. It took about five minutes but your blood got drawn and he took the needle out.

As you were drawing the iratze on your wrist you heal up the hole Ramad put your blood in a freezer.

"Now I will have to cross reference your blood with that of a warlocks, different types of demons, and a true blooded shadowhunter." He looked at you on this part. "I have the demon blood and the warlock blood, seeing as I am a warlock. But I will need you to travel to Idris and get the blood of a true shadowhunter."

"How will I get a shadowhunter to give me their blood? I don't know any shadowhunters except for Blondie out there." You pointed your thumb towards the door.

"Oh you mean Jonathan?" He chuckled. "Well it's not going to be his blood."

"Why not?" Your raised your eye brows in curiosity.

"He uh... just refuses to give any blood at all. I guess he doesn't like needles." His nervous laugh set you off a bit but you didn't think anything of it.

"But I've never even been to Alicante. What if I can find one around me? Maybe the Parisian Institute?" You were trying to do anything you could not to have to go to an unknown place all by yourself.

"Fine. Do what you must but I'm going to need that blood. Soon." With that he left the room.

You decided that it was time for you to leave. But once you walked out of the door to the library you realized that you didn't exactly know where you were at. So you went back the way that you came and found your little blonde friend.

"I need your help Blondie." You looked him from head to toe and saw that he had found a new black shirt.

"With what?" He looked at you with an irritated look in his eyes.

"Well you brought me here while I was unconscious." You rolled your eyes at the memory. "So I need you to take me to the Parisian Institute."

"What do you want there? You don't even live there."

"No I don't. But I need the blood of a full shadowhunter. Ramad said we can't use mine, and he also said that your afraid of needles" you snorted with laughter.

"What?!?" His eyes flashed with anger then a sudden look of realization passed across his face. "Oh... uh yeah.. I'm afraid of needles."

You rolled your eyes at what seemed to be some sort of inside thing between the two of them. "Are you gonna help me or not Blondie?"

"Yes. I always did love the spill of blood." He looked amused at this. "And it's Jonathan."