Sherlock- You woke up and rolled over in bed expecting to be embraced by your boyfriend Sherlock Holmes. The problem was he wasn't there. You sat up and looked around. He wasn't in your bedroom. You stood up and walked into the kitchen. He wasn't there either. But there was a kettle on and some toast waiting for you with a note. '(Y/N) I have a gift for you. But you have find me first. This whole thing was John and Mary's idea I just wanted to give it to you so if you don't like it blame them. S.H.' it was clearly from him. His handwriting and the note about the Watsons. You get dressed and walk out of 221B thinking of possible places he may be hiding. You try the library. Scotland Yard. Drug houses. But no luck. There was one last place you needed to check. It was what you called Our place. It was where you and Sherlock solved your first murder together. It was an old railroad track 15 minutes from Baker Street. You walked there and saw him. "That took you way to long. I thought this would have been the first place you look." he says. "That would have been cliché and boring. You telling me you have a surprise but your hiding out only to be waiting for me at Our place." "Very true. But you're here now so your gift." you saw him take something from his coat pocket. "(Y/N) I never thought I could love. It was once a useless emotion I refused to feel. But then I met you and you changed that feeling. You forced me to love. Because if didn't love you I don't think I could live another day. So (Y/Full/N) would you please marry me?" he asked pulling out a ring. "Sherlock," you gasp surprised. You never thought this would happen. "Yes. I'll marry you." you smile and he puts the diamond ring in your finger. "I truly do love you." he says and cups your face in his hands. "I love you too." You say and stand on tiptoes to kiss him.

Greg- "Happy birthday, Sweetheart." was the first thing you heard when you woke up. You sat up and saw Greg with a tray of waffles and tea. "Thank you." you say in a yawn. "As long as there's no murders and Sherlock behaves, I don't have to go in today." "Sherlock never behaves." you remind him. "I know. But I'm hoping since it's your birthday and he seems to like you he will behave for you since we are seeing him and the Watsons tonight for dinner." Greg says as he sits next to you. "Yay dinner." "You are in the middle of breakfast and you're excited for dinner?" your boyfriend questions. "I meant yay dinner as in 'yay I get to see my friends John, Mary, and Sherlock'. In no way was I thinking of food." You smirk. "Liar." he chuckles and kissed you softly. "Maybe." you say after he pulls away leaving his forehead against yours. "Do you want your gift now or later?" "Now. What kind of question is that? Really who wants to...," while your rambling Greg pulls a ring box from the bedside table next to him. He opens it and smiles at you. "....wait for a gift?" you finish in a whisper. "So? (Y/Full/N) what do you say? Will you marry me?" he asks taking the ring from the box. "Of course I will." you smile and put the ring on before kissing your fiancé.

Moriarty- "If you want we can go home now." Jim tells you. You had been hiding out in Paris for the past month. This may sound crazy but you didn't care for Paris. It was nice and all but it was starting to get boring. Plus you loved your home in London. "Yes please." you smile and start to pack your clothes. After a long trip you are finally home at midnight. "Can we find a new place to hide? Paris is getting old." you ask. "Of course Kitten. Wherever you want to go. On one condition." he smirks. "What would that be Bae?" you look at him with an eyebrow raised. "You have to marry me wherever we go next. So make sure you like it." and with that he walks to your bedroom and out to the balcony but you are close behind. "Are you serious? Is that your proposal? That's the great James Moriarty's way of proposing? No flash? No bang? No blood?" He couldn't be serious. "Do you want blood?" he asks you. "Well yes, this just doesn't seem you. Flash. Bang. Blood is you." Then he turn with a ring box in hand. "Here's your flash." The diamond was huge. "Here's your bang." Fireworks explode in the sky above. "And here's your blood." he pulls a gun from his pocket and shoots the window out the flat next you killing the person inside. "Never paid me." he explained the reason for killing that person. "How's that for a great James Moriarty proposal?" he smirks that adorable smirk. "It's perfect." you say and kiss him passionately.