Author's Notes: (Sorry this one is kind of long, but this is more for the people who have been reading my stories for a long time, if there are even any left on this site reading this who know me from my last account.)

I write a lot of silly stuff nowadays. It's hard to really remember the time when I started writing, but it's also so easy for me to remember it as well. Maxaro and I, we just kind of think the same. We have a lot of the same ideas and views, most of the time anyway, and a lot of what we write I wouldn't really condone, but to me it's stress relief. I love the guy a lot. He's absolutely my best friend, and the stories we write are fun for me. But I think along with all the stress relief and fun, I kind of lost sight of what I really loved writing. Small little moments like these. I want to return to this regularly, because I seem to be getting my groove back for writing alone.

These kinds of fics are even easier to do with Max, but, a lot of the ships I love he doesn't, in fact most of what he loves to read and write is Jaune ships, and I have absolutely no problem with that, that's what got me started in RWBY fanfiction in the first place, but from the start I wanted Love Comes in Colors to be a collection of fanfiction one shots that transcended the traditional. I wanted it to be full of little moments that showed love for what it really is. And I didn't understand that at the time. But now, I've been through some things.

I've been through two breakups... I don't speak to one of them anymore. Though, it really just seems like she doesn't want to talk to me. And another I'm losing contact with, my first real relationship, and we were best friends. But it seems like time, and distance, and other things really want to push us apart. But besides all of that happening in like... The past year. I've came out if it all more happy than sad, and with a girlfriend who I absolutely adore. I don't know how long we're going to last, and neither does she, but we're pretty happy right now, and everything is just perfect. I think that now I finally get it. This love thing. Everytime she sends me a selfie of her smiling face, I understand...

So I'm trying again now, to make this collection what I wanted it to be. And I'm doing so with what is hopefully a more heavy LGBTQ+ focus. As a Biromantic person, I feel the importance of such a thing, especially when my girlfriend is pansexual, and all of my friends are in the LGBTQ+ community. I don't really know what the reason for this being so long is, but I think I feel better now, and just needed to say some things, and get them out somewhere. Um... Thank you all for reading my stories. It means so much to me, and I truly do write for you guys as much as I write for myself. You've all helped me get through some tough times since I've started, and I could never thank you enough.

Wow this nearly got longer than the story, would have too if I let it. Heh. Enjoy this small moment of love.


Velvet looked outside the window at the rain that seemed to be pouring endlessly from the heavens, and the raindrops that stained her reflection imperfect. Upon noticing Coco approaching from behind, she grew stiff, and this caused Coco to stop her approach. Velvet was always skittish, but never around her.

"Velvet?" Coco's voice called out softly, questioningly. Velvet turned to meet her gaze slowly, and noticed that she wasn't wearing the sunglasses she always wore. Even indoors. She turned away again, this time her gaze focusing on the courtyard below.

Coco's eyes were always her weakness. Such a deep, dark, yet cool color of brown. They were every bit as soft as they were calm, and at times, fiery and stern. Though she had only ever seen that side of her eyes a few times in all her time on the team, and they were every bit a pleasure to see as when her eyes were as they are now.

But right now… now… right at this moment, she didn't want to see them. She didn't want those beautiful, soft, calm eyes searching through her soul and picking out all the despicable parts she hated.

"Coco… Please go away. I really don't want to talk right now. To anyone." She just hoped that Coco understood that, and didn't press the matter. Coco didn't seem to, and just continued advancing towards her. Velvet sighed as Coco took her spot next to her near the window, but her sigh turned to a confused hum as Coco placed a blanket around her.

"I can't do that." Velvet knew why of course. As the leader of team CFVY she had to keep tabs on how all the members of the team were feeling, and she had a responsibility to keep them all happy. Team morale was an important thing. But Velvet just couldn't help it. There were times that she ended up feeling sad, and she had always managed to hide them, but here she was not even attempting to hide this time.

"Well, I already know what you're going to say next," the surprised expression that flashed across Coco's face was expected. "So, before you ask, no. I don't feel like talking about it, and I don't want to talk about it."

"That wasn't what I was going to say." It was Velvet's turn to be surprised. "Velvet, we've been friends for so long, I'm really surprised that you think I don't know you as much as I do. You think you hide it from me, but you don't. Not as well as you think you do. It's always in your eyes. I know that since you're not hiding it this time, it must be pretty bad. So I was just going to ask… If you wanted some hot chocolate. It's pretty cold in here."

Velvet shivered and wrapped the blanket that Coco had placed on her shoulders around her body more securely. It was pretty cold, and she never even noticed until Coco had mentioned it. Coco's soft smile made her feel a bit more warm though, along with the blanket. She smiled for the first time in hours, though it was a small one, and nodded her head. "Is it okay if we watch one of the movies I brought with me from home, too?"

"Of course. I'm always up for one of your dumb romantic comedies." Velvet let out a faint chuckle.

"Dumb? Is that why you always get so sucked into them?" Coco felt a feeling of accomplishment at seeing her smile, and hearing her laugh. Those two things of hers were so unique… so Velvet that it felt good to hear and see.

"Hey, it's not my fault, watching them with you just makes the experience so much more enjoyable." Velvet had a feeling that tonight was going to be just a bit more bearable than she thought. Just a bit.

'Or maybe a lot," she thought, looking into Coco's eyes.