I saw this set of amazing prompts (originally for Clace) on Tumblr and I couldn't stop applying it to Adrienette. This wonderful little set of prompts was created by Tumblr user "clacedaily".

This will have six chapters (maybe seven, if you guys want an epilogue) all of them correspond but could be read as one-shots as well.

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The Five Signs That You're in Love

The First Sign

FIRST:she touches you and you light on fire. Your wrist blazes where her fingers meet your skin. The burns don't show, but it's hard to breathe with ash in your lungs. It's so hard to breathe. You're suffocating daily.

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Chapter Summary:

Pre- unmasking, Marichat. Chat decides to pay Marinette a visit after his patrol and just so happens to catch her while she is working on another project. Despite her warning to "not touch" he touches. And she has to take matters into her own hands. Literally.

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Adrien was late.

Granted, he wasn't that late. Five minutes. But his father and tight schedule had proven five minutes to be almost pivotal in the modeling industry. Still, Adrien dreaded being late, especially tonight. Tonight, Adrien was planning on visiting Marinette. And five minutes late meant five minutes less with his princess.

It wouldn't be the first time she encountered his alter-ego. And if he had any say in the matter, this would not be the last. Despite his undying love for his lady, Marinette was gradually stealing his heart. She was so different around Chat. With Adrien, she could hardly utter a coherent sentence. She was his blushing, bumbling, adorable classmate. But around Chat, it was like she was an entirely different person.

She was sassy and quick on her feet; she reminded him of Ladybug, in a way.

He reached her family bakery in a matter of minutes. The light in her room was on, the yellow, artificial light glowing dimly against the midnight Paris sky. Chat smiled. She was awake.

He gracefully launched himself on the landing of her balcony and turned his head to see his beautiful Princess, sat in her desk chair, hunched over her sewing machine; her brow was adorably furrowed in concentration, a half-dressed mannequin sat dormant beside her.

He raised his hand to tap on the glass, his smile widening when her head snapped in his direction.

"Chat?" she whispered upon opening the sliding door of her balcony. "What are you doing here at this hour?" she glanced at the clock. A bright red 12:48am blinked back at her.

He smiled. "I can't visit my princess when I please?" she blushed, looking behind him. "What're you making?" he purred, addressing the mannequin. Over it was draped what looked like the bodice of a dress. It was red, like Ladybugs suit, with a black band draping across the entire tight-fitting bodice, acting as a one shoulder strap. He could tell when she finished it would look stunning. Especially on her.

"Just a dress, I need one for a wedding I'm going to." Her voice was soft, he suspected it was because she was trying not to wake her parents.

"Well, it's beautiful," he admired as he wandered towards the mannequin. Upon standing directly in front of the dress, Chat bent over slightly, inspecting the fabric in front of him. It looked as soft as he suspected Marinette's hair to feel.

As he reached his hand out to touch the black band caressing the rest of the dress, Marinette was suddenly stood beside the mannequin, a pointed look on her face.

"No touching. It's not near finished and I don't need a certain kitty tearing it apart before it's even complete." She scolded. But her words were not enough to stop him from slowly raising his hand towards the fabric again. This time, though, she most certainly made him stop.

Her hand was wrapped around his gloved wrist, their gazes locked. Her eyes dared him to try again. But he was no longer focused on the unfinished dress he was so persistent to touch just moments before.

Instead, his eyes trailed to her hand wrapped around his wrist. Her touch was electrocuting. It burned through the sleeve of his suit and set fire to his insides. She made it impossible to breathe. Her skin was soft, much softer than he had anticipated; and her hand was small against his larger, covered wrist, her fingers barely clutching around half of it. His breath caught in his throat, the fire radiating from her touch didn't seem like it would be subsiding any time soon.

But maybe he didn't want it to.

Maybe the fire, no matter how burnt it would leave him, made him feel less hurt and more alive. Maybe that's what Marinette did to him. Maybe he didn't want her to let go. Maybe he enjoyed burning if it was Marinette who ignited the fame.

His trance was broken when Marinette blushed, and pulled her hand away. She rubbed her hand slowly, suddenly very interested in his boots. Maybe she felt the flame as well.

"I told you not to touch," her voice was weak, and he wanted nothing more than to hold her small frame in his arms. She sighed, raising her eyes to his once more. He cheeks were still flushes with embarrassment and she continued to rub her hand.

Adrien couldn't breathe. His wrist still felt as though it was set aflame and he checked to see if her touch actually left a burn, but the only thing that adorned his wrist was the hem of a leather glove. It felt as though the fire she set on his wrist was rapidly spreading throughout his entire body. No one's touch had ever had this affect him; except his lady.

His breathing was shallow as no matter how hard he tried to breathe, it felt as though there was ash in his lungs, scratching against his insides, burning him alive.

"Sorry princess, I couldn't help myself." he whispered, suddenly very aware of the space, or rather, the lack of space between them. He could feel her hot breath brush against his face as they stared into each other's eyes. Adrien didn't know why, but he felt compelled to tug the ribbons out of her hair. Now that he thought about it, he had never actually seen Marinette with her hair down.

Without another thought, his hands seemed to be moving towards her face. He wrapped his hand around the end of one of her hair-ties, drawing an adorable squeak from her, and gently tugged; allowing her hair to fall around her shoulders. With a quick tug on the other bundle, her hair was resting just below her shoulders, framing her face perfectly. Now that he had seen her with her hair down, he never wanted her to put it up again.

Adrien's breath caught in his throat. She was beautiful.

The entire time her gaze was glued on his eyes, staring at him with her beautiful, dark blue eyes that bore holes within his soul. It felt as though she was staring beyond the suit, and suddenly he wanted to confine in her all of his secrets.

He smirked, a classic Chat smile to mask the fact that he was still burning inside. His hand rose again and this time, started just above her ear, and ran completely through the length of her hair. She drew a shaking breath and closed her eyes, leaning into his gloved hand.

His smirk grew into a smile as he let out a breathy laugh.

Her eyes were still shut, her lashes casting shadows over her cheeks. He felt the weight of her small hand atop of his and the fire within him that was finally dulling down glowed even brighter than before.

Her touch, even through his gloves, still made him burn.

He couldn't breathe, she took his breath away. He was suffocating. But strangely, he never wanted her to pull away. He would gladly suffocate if it meant he could stay here a little longer, with her.

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And that was chapter 1/6.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed. Please do review if you did. Or if you didn't.

Now, even though this chapter was Marichat, future chapters will be either Adrienette or Ladynoir depending on the prompt.

Also, a future chapter will be the famous unmasking aka reveal in which these two lovely nerds finally discover the truth about the identity of their crime fighting partner.

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