#wtscsecrets

[storybrooke-daily]

Naughty naughty boy...

E. Aster Raymond, your fate awaits you.

Moving countries means a fresh start, where no one knows your secrets. Where no one knows your name... So it would be bad if your name was dragged through the mud, wouldn't it, Mr Raymond?

Your challange is actually fairly simple. You might even enjoy it. You should count yourself lucky, we're usually far more cruel than this. But considering your reactions in the past, we don't think it's completely sweet of us either. Just remember we could have made it worse. Much MUCH worse.

You must kiss Piper. Not a peck either. A passionate, lips-on-lips kiss. Oh, and it must happen in the Underworld to make it all that much sweeter. We know what kind of man you are, and what would make you uncomfortable. We wonder.. just how much clothes do the dancers in the Underworld wear?

You must kiss Piper, and make it a good one. If we decide you didn't put enough effort into the kiss, your secret is out for the world to see. Good luck, E.

You have a week to start it off. Don't disappoint us.

[storybrooke-daily]

Naughty naughty girl...

Tiffany Manning, your fate awaits you.

So the latest news tells us VonShweets is looking to race you. Should be easy enough for you. You're such a great racer, aren't you? So lets have some fun.

You're going to challenge Vanessa to a race in go-carts. I'm sure she'll say yes. After all, she already asked you. But what would be the fun of it if you won? We understand, the act of humoring her is humiliating enough. But your secret's so delicious, we think we can push our luck. Not only do you have to degrade yourself to the point you'll race her, but you have to lose. And you better make it good. Don't make it obvious you're trying to lose, because that's just not fun at all.

Race Vanessa, and let her win. Easy. Unless you want the world knowing your secret, that is.

You have a week to start it off. Don't disappoint us.

Edit: Time limit removed due to hiatus.

[storybrooke-daily]

Naughty naughty girl...

Scarlet Sinclair, your fate awaits you.

We hear you're having a little trouble with favoritism, and your birdies are here to help. For our own pleasure, of course. You might like this one, or it might just crash down around you. But it's a price to pay to keep a secret. We hope you like to gamble...

Your task is to shamelessly flirt with Graham. Easy enough, no? Well, two can be boring, so lets spice it up. You have to do it with Emma present, and Graham can't know she's there. Not at first, at least. Maybe you'll get lucky, and Graham will play along. Would ruffle up Swan's feathers, wouldn't it? Might even break the favoritism for you. Or he could push you away, and he'll stay devoted to favoriting Emma. Either way, it could be a fun 'screw you' to your lovely co-worker.

Whether he complies or pulls away, it doesn't matter. Just be forward and piss off Emma. Now that's not so hard, is it?

You've got a week to start it off. Don't disappoint us.

[graygisbourne]

Perfect Gentleman || The Birdies' Game || Paris and Gray

Gray paced outside the door, a bouquet of crimson roses in the crook of one arm, a box of Godiva chocolates in the other. He hated this, he shouldn't have to go through it. But he did. He had to. Fuck you... he thought to himself, looking around and wondering where in the worlds the birds were hiding to watch this. He knew they were. The whole damn town was a gossip mill, that was the problem with living in such a small community. He had worked hard to keep his secrets private, but people like them refused to let it stay that way and now he had to do this to please his blackmailers. I'll kill them all after this...

Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and counted backwards from ten, arranging his features into a perfectly polite smile. He slowly opened his eyes, clenching and unclenching his fist before he stepped forward and knocked, hoping that Paris wouldn't be home so he could just give up, say he tried, and deal with whatever happened later. This was just cruel. He knocked again, impatient, then forced his hand to drop to his side again. Be nice. Be civil.