To Thine Own Self Be True, Storyteller

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And now, Hurley!fic.

Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 27 - Beginnings
Title: To Thine Own Self Be True
Author: themoononastick
Rating: PG
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Hurley gets advice on how to approach Libby. Sawyer and Charlie are not terribly good at giving romantic advice. Funny and sweet in equal measure.
Excerpt: Hurley sighed heavily again, he was pretty sure that there wasn’t a sign above his head that said, "Loser in need of advice", but maybe he was wrong. Sawyer took his silence as a sign he should continue.

"Sir-strikes-out-a lot there was right about one thing. The ladies love it when you listen to them, but you have to really listen, remember what they tell you and then bring it up again later. That little trick always goes down well. I figure you ain’t got too much to worry about, you got a good sense of humour, you’re a nice guy, good looking..."

"Yeah, you’re a handsome guy, for a bloke your size."

Hurley and Sawyer both stared at Charlie, eyebrows raised in unison.

"Dude! Do you ever think before you open your mouth?"

Charlie looked sheepish.

"Not really, no. But I am Catholic, so there’s a lot of guilt afterwards."

Hurley rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to Sawyer.
Link: To Thine Own Self Be True

Claim: Lost: General Series
Prompt: 46 – Reccer's Choice
Title: Storyteller
Author: trollprincess
Rating: PG
Length: Medium
Brief summary: Written fairly early during season one, and presents a new and intriguing take on what Hurley's secret might have been. Clever, funny, and brilliant.
Excerpt: Hurley used to write really bad fanfiction.

Oh, he did. He wrote this awful crossover with Star Wars and Star Trek that fell apart the minute Amidala and Captain Picard started making out, and this X-Men story that was actually pretty good until he decided to try something new and locked Sabretooth and Magneto alone and naked in a cell together. Which, in retrospect, was maybe the worst idea in the world. Just because someone dares you copies of both Kill Bill moves on DVD to write gay porn doesn't mean you have to do it.

But, yeah. Bad fanfic. He'd written tons of it. His latest opus had been some stupid Mulder and Scully novella that had been showing every indication of dissolving into the same kind of softcore porn that indicated he needed to get laid, and fast. It had burned up in the crash the same way that most of his stuff had, including the phone number for my-buddy-Silvio's-sister-you-know-the-one-who-likes-big-guys, which was probably her legal name by now.

Sure, he hadn't had the best grasp on things like spelling and grammar and proper sentence structure, but that's what grammar Nazis were for. His had been his exceedingly patient cousin Danny, who always told him he had great plot ideas even if his ability to spell would have gotten him beheaded in Third World countries or something. Danny could proofread one of his stories in two days, a Guinness-record feat considering Hurley was creative but grammatically stunted without dyslexia to fall back on.

That was the whole thing, though. The being-creative thing.
Link: Storyteller