I guess I am a bit of a hopeless romantic, and I am in love with the idea of Soulmates and Soul marks. I was shocked to see that there wasn't a single Blair/Chuck fic of the sort(or at least not that I could find it), so I decided to rectify that mistake.

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1. A not so safe bet

It was the night before Blaire's eighteenth birthday and she was pacing her room rather nervously. It all came down to this. She was hours away from finally getting her mark. Anticipation and dread battled inside of her.

Ever since she was a child, she had listened to the stories about soulmate marks and they were the foundation of her deep-seated romanticism. For the past hundreds of years, on their 18th birthday people would get a tattoo like mark somewhere on their body, a mark unique to them and one other person, their soulmate.

Your soulmate was that one person that the gods or whichever forces controlled this universe intended for you. They would be the yin to your yang, the Brad to your Angelina, the milk to your Oreos. Sometimes you would meet them very soon after getting your mark, but sometimes it would take years. Some people had it easier, having marks somewhere on their faces, their necks, their hands and other visible areas, but when you had a mark say on your butt cheek, it was a bit harder to just stumble upon your soulmate.

Modern times changed the odds of course, there were numerous apps and agencies who helped connect soulmates for a healthy fee, but everyone was divided on this matter. Some people believed it should be spontaneous and not forced, that if you went about your life normally, you would meet your soulmate at exactly the right moment for you both. One thing almost everyone believed however was that the love in a Match, between true mates was the only kind of love worth having.

Everyone still dated of course, there was no problem in that, teenagers would still be teenagers, especially before getting their marks, but even marked people enjoyed relationships while waiting for their one and only. The worst thing in this world that could happen to a person was loosing a soulmate. After this happened, the usually brightly colored mark would sizzle out and fade to a sickly grey color.

Blair had grown up dreaming of her perfect match, even though her parents were one of those stubborn people who refused to acknowledge the importance of Soulmarks. She was used to seeing her parents mismatched marks, a burning fiery comet on her mother's shoulder and an indigo coloured geometrical pattern on her father's inner calf. Harold and Eleanor Waldorf had a wonderful life together and cherished their daughter, but they had both underestimated the importance of soul marks.

Two years ago, Harold had, ironically enough, met his match through Eleanor, as Roman had been a model contracted by Waldorf Designs for the fashion week. Harold had fought their connection for the longest time, refusing to admit to being wrong his whole life and reluctant to leave the life he had built. It had taken Eleanor Waldorf, one of the most powerful women of the Upper East Side, taking his hands in hers, thanking him for the wonderful 20 years they had shared together and for giving her their beautiful daughter, and then telling him, with tears barely contained in her eyes, that it was time for them both to stop defying destiny.

A year later, Eleanor would meet Cyrus Rose, a funny little man determined to make her laugh again. He courted her until she fell in love with his funny ways, and only then did he reveal the bright comet on his shoulder, saying she had kept him waiting for far too long.

All of these turbulences in Blaire's life, although painful at the time, only strengthened her desire to find such love one day. Which brings us to Blair pacing her room nervously. Blair had been with the gorgeous Nate Archibald for, well forever, as Chuck and Serena often joked, and she had a whole future planned out for the two of them. She had decided he would be her soulmate at a young age and maintained that position. After all, it wasn't uncommon for your soulmate to be someone you knew growing up, it happened all the time. Only now, mere hours before the big reveal, did she start questioning the certainty of getting a mark matching Nate's.

All of her closest friends had already gotten their marks earlier in the year. Serena got her's in July and it was a gorgeous peacock feather spreading from just under her left breast, going around her body and covering her left shoulder blade. It was beautiful, just like Serena, and the biggest surprise there was that Dan, the boy she had been dating for the past 2 months had the matching mark. After that, Dan was finally accepted into their group as an equal, despite his Brooklyn upbringing.

Chuck was the first one out of their group to get his, being born in January, but his was a mistery. Many people chose to keep their mark private, even from their friends, and Chuck was one of them. They all knew it must be in a private place and not that big since none of them had ever even glimpsed it, but guessing what it could be had become a favorite pastime for the group. He would only say he expected it to be "one helluva woman" if she could supposedly capture the heart of one Chuck Bass.

Nate had gotten his seven months previously and it was a beautifully green maple leaf across his right thigh, and while it might go beautifully with Nate, Blaire couldn't deny the gut feeling that it just wasn't something she would expect to see on her skin. Blaire shook her head thinking about all of her carefully laid-out plans and allowed herself a moment of reflection and doubt. Could she move on from Nate and their future or else, try to make it work with him regardless of her mark. If her parents had never met their soulmates, they would have kept being happy with each other and non-the-wiser about what destiny had in store. But could she live with and love Nate knowing there was someone out there designed by some otherworldly forces just for her. She knew she loved Nate, but she also believed in soulmate bonds with all her heart. She shook her head once more and sat on the bed, staring at her right thigh, as if willing it to give her an answer. She could still get Nate's leaf and all of this worry will have been for nothing. After all, if anyone could will destiny to do their bidding, it was Blair Waldorf.

This will be a multi-chapter fic, I don't yet have a full outline, I will happily listen to any and all suggestions/wishes. Please comment and let me know how you liked this first chapter which is introductory in a sense. :)