The trio excited the Sethy-mobile and entered Kendal Airport, it was here that the ff-bros and (Y/N) would ahve to part ways. The Gabba-bros were returning to the Gabba-clubhouse, and (Y/N) was travelling to North Korea, to complete a scholarship at the Kim Il-Sung University (yes, that's real btw) in communism.
The tannoy in Kendal Airport crackled into life,
"Flight 264657858765356 to Pyongyang, North Korea are boarding now..."
At those words, (Y/N)'s (Y/H/S/A/S) heart dropped from their chest.
"Well, I guess this is it, then. I've had a great time with you; especially on that walk with Francesco." (Y/N) said, the tears welling up in their (Y/E/C) eyes.
"I would say that we'd keep in touch, but 'cos you're going to North Korea, I highly doubt that you'll be able to without getting shot." Filippo's sweet Italian tones said, dripping with regret.
(Y/N) gathered their copious amounts of luggage and made their way to the terminal. They hadn't had the time to say goodbye to Francesco. Smoking was highly illegal in Kendal Airport, and Francesco was proper addicted to them bacco sticks of cancer and death. He was preoccupied, looking out of the vast windows in the terminal (Y/N) could see Francesco on the beautiful landscape surrounding Kendal Airport Kendal Green, smoking away, like Puff the Magic Dragon- but more Italian. (And more like a turtle than a dragon.)
(Y/N) boarded the vast aeroplane and took their seat. The plane was pretty empty, but that was to be expected. It was going to North Korea.
It was a long flight, and (Y/N) wasn't looking forward to it. They closed their (Y/E/C) eyes and fell into an uneasy sleep.
***
Francesco had now returned from his brush with death (smoking) and was waiting with his brother for their flight.
"I miss (Y/N)." sighed Francesco, "I want them to come back to the Gabba-clubhouse with us!"
"Me too." Filippo replied, "But they've gone to North Korea. That's their choice. We have to respect that."
Swiftly, and with unnecessary force, the doors burst open and (Y/N) strode in on their (Y/L/L) (Y/L/H/L) legs. They did this in slow-motion, even though this isn't a film, so they just looked slightly foolish tbf. Their arms were also swinging sassily by their sides.
"I'm back, and I'm coming to the Gabba-clubhouse."
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When Hunter Becomes The Hunted
FanfictionWhen Lottie Hunter leaves the FF Brothers in the dust, they're heartbroken. However, the arrival of (y/n) rocks their world... (Btw this is a joke boiz)
