I really love to write soulmate au's for these two. Also, I know some people don't see Red as mute, but I personally find it really hard to see him not, idk I guess that's just me lol

I hadn't thought about this, but if you would like to request anonymously, then you can send me a private message with the oneshot you want instead. I understand not wanting to be tagged, I'll write it down as requested by anonymous.

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Green looked at his wrist and scoffed. Its blank purity disgusted him, it reminded him that he was alone. People were born with tattoos on their wrists, the tattoo told them the first words that their soulmate would say to them.

Green's wrist was blank.

He had seen couples over the years, all of them excited to hear those words that they had practically memorized. He felt alone, isolated, it made him angry.

He didn't know what a tattoo looked like either, what they generally said either, because it was customary to hide your tattoos in fear that the wrong person would see and attempt to trick you.

"Don't you feel down without a mark?" Leaf, his friend asked him.

"No, not even a little." He said laughing, but on the inside the question tore him apart.

His friends often asked him those kinda of questions, and it always occurred to them that having a tattoo meant they were loved. Not having one meant he was not.

Sometimes Green wore a wristband, just for the satisfaction of people not asking why his wrist wasn't covered. Like a false hope. He acted like he had one, hoping that one day, he would pull of his wristband to find that he did.

But that day never came.

"Who gives a damn anyway?" He told himself, taking off the wristbands and throwing them on the ground. He said this, but he knew that he cared. He wanted a tattoo, and this statement was more muse him trying to convince himself.

He kept walking, his anger giving way to sorrow as his walking slowed. He turned around quickly so as to pick up the wristbands when a man stood before him.

He looked at the man, deep, night eyes staring back at his, black hair that matched. He held out a hand, in it was Green's armband. He held it out to Green, who just stared for a moment.

He responded finally when the man shook his hand irritatedly to get his attention. Green took the wristband from his hand, then slid it back over his wrists.

His mind was still clouded from his earlier anger and he looked at the man with a glare.

"Thanks loser. Smell ya later." He said waving the man off.

When he turned to continue walking he felt something grab his arm. He turned back to see that the man had a hold of him.

"What do you want?" He asked.

The man stood there for a moment, and then looked up with distaste in his eyes. He lifted his hand up and pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket.

"Are you at least going to say something?" He said as he took the paper. The man shook his head and proceeded to walk away.

"Hey!" Green called after him, "What's your name?" He asked frustrated.

The man turned to him, stunning Green in his tracks with a gorgeous smile. The idea of a man who had just been glaring at him, suddenly giving him a tender grin is what shook Green the most.

But during that smile the man shook his head, solemnly, which now made his grin bittersweet. He couldn't respond, so instead he watched the man as he left.

Green scoffed, stuffing the paper in his pocket. Though now it was a little half hearted. His anger and sorrow was being replaced with a feeling of utter unbeknownst mystery.

He got home and flipped down onto his bed, he reached into his pocket and fished out the paper, unfolding it. It read:

"Hello,

thank you for reading this. First off, I'd like to point out, what kind of jerk calls someone a loser as soon as they meet? Anyway, thanks for talking to me, I'm sure that you didn't mean any harm by the statement. Maybe I'll see you around, maybe I wont, if you want to meet up again, meet me where we last met.

-Red"

Green folded the letter, what a weirdo. What part of him thought that Green would want to meet up with him again? What did he take Green for, an idiot?

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So an idiot Green was, he thought to himself as he made his way back down the sidewalk he had been walking on. He recognized a bench he had passed and sat down on it, waiting.

He really shouldn't have gone off on that guy yesterday. He was frustrated and angry, Red, as the letter had said, didn't deserve that directed towards him. He supposed that the reason he came back was to apologize.

But then he'd be lying if he didn't say a bigger part of him wanted to see his smile.

He felt someone sit next to him and found the man from yesterday staring off into the distance. After Green had stared at him for a while, Red turned to him with an amused look, to which Green immediately retaliated.

"What?" He said, flustered, but Red just shook his head and exhaled a little jokingly.

"It's not funny." Green grumbled, but at this point Red was laughing. The laugh sounded unusual, as if it was just the air and less the sound, but nevertheless, Green ended up laughing with him.

"So you're Red?" He asked, feeling a little more comfortable with him. Red nodded.

"Sorry about yesterday. I was mad and I sorta took it out on you." He scratched the back of his head.

Red waves it off and Green noticed that he hadn't spoken a single word yet.

"You don't talk much do you?" He said leaning back with his arms behind his head.

Red shook his head.

"I mean, sometimes I get carried away with talking, so I don't want to overpower you or anything." He said and Red pulled out a notebook.

He spent a couple seconds scribbling something down.

"Keep talking. Its nice. Nobody ever talks to me." He wrote and Green looked at him a little weird. Then realization hit him.

"You're mute, huh?" He said, not saying it like it was a bad thing, because it wasn't, it was just different.

Red nodded and flipped the paper.

"You're not weirded out?" He asked and Green looked at him with a sarcastic look.

"It's not like you cant communicate, and you're clearly a better person than most people. Why would I be weirded out?" He asked and Red pondered.

The next question Red asked, Green hadn't been fully prepared for.

"What does your tattoo say?" Red asked and Green felt his chest tinge painfully again. He hadn't been thinking about that, he had almost reached a state where his thoughts weren't overridden bu the fact that no one would love him.

But then Red had to bring it up too.

"None of your business!" He snapped, his anger flaring up again, "What's it to you anyway?" He glared at Red who jumped back a little.

'The paper I gave you. You read it right? Read it again.' Red said, flipping to the next page.

Green angrily pulled out the note in his pocket again his eyes scanning over it, "So what?" He said, shaking the paper.

Red leaned over, a little closer than Green expected him to, and pointed to a certain line of the paper.

"What kind of jerk calls someone a loser as soon as they meet?"

He read it again.

"So I know I was a jerk, but I apologized, okay?" He said, still confused.

Red pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly irritated. He jerked a covering off of his wrist and put it in Green's face.

"Dude what are you-!" Green was going to exclaim before he read the tattoo on Red's arm.

Thanks loser. Smell ya later.

He thought about it now. How Red had already had the letter. How he couldn't have known that Green was going to say that unless the letter was rewritten for whoever said those words to him.

Red then reached over and snagged the wristband off of his arm. Green's mind was still reeling as his blank arm was lifted by the other boy to be placed on his neck.

Red was mute. Red could never say any words to him, at least not orally. His soulmate was someone who would never say a spoken word to him, but would convey their thoughts and feelings by other means.

"Oh." Green started off a little awkwardly. Red had lowered their hands to the point where now they were just holding hands.

Green stared at Red, a little longer than he would've liked to, awestruck. He couldn't believe it. Tears pricked the edge of his eyes and Red backed up a little bit, a shocked and confused look on his face.

He wrote something in his notebook and held it up to show Green, "Are you okay? You're crying."

Green's face flushed and he backed away, but the tears stayed. Red awkwardly came in for a hug and Green hugged him back.

"Hey Red?" He said and Red tapped his back to let him know he was listening.

"Thanks for talking to me."

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