Disclaimer: I do not own Fullmetal Alchemist or Fairytale of New York.
My Christmas fic for this year. The song used is Fairytale of New York by The Pogues and Kirsty MacColl.
AU, set in New York. Royai. Rated T because of some of the song lyrics.
I've not put songs into my stories before so I hope this turned out ok.
The First Christmas
It was Christmas Eve and a train was speeding towards New York on it's mission to unite lovers for Christmas.
It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me: won't see another one
And then they sang a song
The rare old mountain dew
I turned my face away and dreamed about you
Roy leaned back in his seat and closed his eyes. He thought about Riza and how he'd soon have her in his arms and be able to kiss her. He smiled.
Got on a lucky one
Came in eighteen to one
Roy grinned as he stepped off the stationery train and saw Riza bundled up against the cold but still looking beautiful. He scooped her into his arms and hugged her. "I missed you, sorry I had to go," he whispered.
I´ve got a feeling
This year´s for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
Where all our dreams come true.
"I missed you too," Riza replied as she pressed her cold lips against Roy's warm ones.
"I'm going to get a job here next year, I promise. It's going to be great," Roy answered when they broke off the kiss. "Come on, let's celebrate Christmas in style."
They got cars big as bars
They got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It´s no place for the old
When you first took my hand on a cold Christmas eve
You promised me Broadway was waiting for me
You were handsom,e you were pretty
Queen of New York city when the band finished playing they yelled out for more
Sinatra was swinging all the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night.
And the boys from the NYPD choir were singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out for Christmas Day.
Roy held Riza close to him as they danced in the snowy streets of New York. The young couple were in their own world as the snow fell about them and the choir sang.
The Second Christmas
You´re a bum you´re a punk
You´re an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse I pray god it´s our last.
Roy slammed the door on his way out; a rucksack was slung over his shoulder. He stomped out in to the cold winter air.
And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas Day.
The irritating song was filling his head with memories of a happier time when he danced with Riza in the streets.
The Third Christmas
I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
Riza was surprised to see the familiar figure in front of her. Her heart pounded and she realised as she stared into his handsome face she'd never stopped loving him.
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can´t make it out alone
I´ve built my dreams around you
They walked through the streets, each clasping a cup of coffee in their hands. The conversation which had started off stilted and awkward had developed into the easy flowing thing it had used to be. Roy drained his cup and threw it in the bin.
"You know what?" he said turning to Riza, taking her cup her and placing it on a nearby wall. He grabbed her hands, "I love you Riza, I always have." With that he leant forward and caught her lips. To his relief she relaxed and kissed him back.
And the boys of the NYPD choir's still singing Galway Bay
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day.
As they walked hand in hand through the streets, on Christmas Day, they heard their song, the one they'd danced to that first Christmas they spent together. Roy smiled, "dance with me," he said. And Riza did.
As he held her close he whispered, softly and lovingly in her ear, "Merry Christmas, my love."
Thanks for reading. Please review. Hope you enjoyed and Merry Christmas.