Disclaimer: I don't own Robin Hood.

A/N: Saw a fic where they put their iTunes on shuffle and then wrote fics from the first 10 songs that were picked, so I thought I would try it out. Fingers are crossed these come out ok. Some songs will work out beautifully; some are going to have me pulling out my hair to write. So wish me luck!!!!

First up is "It's De-Lovely" the Robbie Williams version. Thought this would make a nice Will/Djaq. So this is for you KeepingAmused, who very much wanted a Will/Djaq.

I feel a sudden urge to sing

The kind of ditty that invokes the Spring

So, control your desire to curse while I crucify the verse

This verse you've started seems to me the "Tin Pan-tithesis" of melody

So to spare you all the pain, I'll skip the darn thing and sing the refrain

Mi-mi-mi-mi, re-re-re-re, do-so-mi-do-la-si

Will fought down the smile that threatened to explode on his face. Djaq had just asked him to accompany her while she searched for various medicinal herbs in the woods. That guaranteed him a few hours of alone time with the strong Saracen woman who had stolen his heart from the beginning. For the next few hours, she explained the various uses of everything from peppermint to dandelion. Will listened in relative silence, asking the occasional question, yearning for the moments when her eyes would light up in excitement at his interest in the subject. But all too soon, the moon started its journey in the sky and the two were forced to head back to their current camp by the river. Leaning over to pick up a forget-me-not that his keen eye had seen, Will couldn't stop himself from putting it behind her ear. His eyes were not keen enough to see the slight blush that graced her features, but he did hear her delighted laugh and that was enough to send him whistling all the way back to camp, only interrupted by her laughing attempts to join in.

The night is young, the skies are clear

So if you wanna go walkin', dear

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely

I understand the reason why

You're sentimental, 'cause so am I

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely

Marian and Robin had snuck off into the woods once again. Much had started his usual ranting causing Djaq to look at Will and roll her eyes. He smiled gently at her and went back to whittling the block of wood he held in his hands. Djaq sent her own gentle smile at him, not that he saw it as he was too engrossed in his project. Will was never fully satisfied unless his hands were busy, and Djaq found that absolutely endearing. But as much fun as it was to watch Will's long fingers control the knife Much's voice was beginning to irritate. She shot up from her spot in her bed and told the group that she was going for a walk, maybe to look for some herbs. John looked up and nodded while Much just kept rambling. She shot one last glance at Will before leaving camp, but he didn't even look up. Her heart sank, but she blamed it on nervousness due to their recent bad-luck. No one was quite sure if Allan was going to be keeping the camp's location a secret from the Sheriff, and an abnormal amount of guards had been roaming the forest the past week. Djaq found a few herbs but mostly enjoyed the forest's unique sounds of wind through the leaves and the twitter of the birds. The noises soothed her as she never would have believed coming from a land of sand with few noises in the wilderness. The sound of footsteps crunching on dead leaves alerted her to human presence and Djaq looked around for a good hiding place; only to stop when she recognized the whistling tune of one Will Scarlett.

"Djaq?" he called softly.

An impish smile crossed said girl's face as she snuck around and behind him to scare the young man. Silent as a deer, she snuck up and stretched as much as possible in order to put her hands around Will's eyes. The carpenter took it all in stride as he chuckled and pulled her hands down, their fingers co-mingling not long enough.

"It was getting late. We wanted to make sure you weren't captured."

"Oh, so now you boys think I need an escort. You think I can't protect myself?" She softened her tone, wanting to take some of the sting out of it, but she couldn't hide all of her hurt.

"I just wanted an excuse to walk you back," he responded. "And to give you this."

He held out a small wooden object, which Djaq curiously took. The large grin that lit up her face was mirrored by Will, glad she liked his gift. And as they walked back to camp, arms brushing, the fading sun fell on a tiny, intricately carved forget-me-not.

You can tell at a glance what a swell night this is for romance

You can hear, dear Mother Nature murmuring low "Let yourself go"

So please be sweet, my chickadee

And when I kiss ya, just say to me

"It's delightful, it's delicious, it's delectable, it's delirious,

It's dilemma, it's de limit, it's deluxe, it's de-lovely"

The desert night was cool, and Will appreciated the extra layers of clothes, but it would take him awhile to get used to the robes. There was a serenity at Bassam's place and Will found it to be a balm on his soul. He had never allowed himself to properly grieve his father back in the woods, too many things had happened. There were still peasants to support and plans to foil. But here with the moon twice the size and no trees to mask the starlight Will couldn't stop the reminiscing. And as his thoughts leaped from his parents to Allan to Marian, he felt a tiny hand cover his. Will didn't have to turn around to recognize the touch of his love. It had been a few months since their confessions and Will was still unable to wrap his head around his luck. As she snuggled close to him Will's thoughts were finally silenced as he concentrated on the feel of her lithe body next to his and the scent of jasmine in her hair. Tonight there were no more ghosts to plague his memories. Tonight, it was just him and his love.

Time marches on and soon it's plain

You've won my heart and I lost my brain

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely

Life seems so sweet that we decide

It's in the bag to get unified

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely

These past few months back home had been much needed for Djaq, but she couldn't deny her nostalgia for England. The desert sands comforted, but seemed wrong for her current life. She was no longer little Saffiya, she was Djaq; a competent physicican and needed logical friend to a group of unruly outcasts in Nottingham. At least she had Will here but even she could tell how much he missed his own home. He had picked up the habit of just rolling his tag between his fingers and staring off into space. He had tried to fit in for her, had even learned some of the language, but had never been fully accepted. He had given up England for her; it was time for her to sacrifice for him, though if she was truly honest, it wasn't much of a sacrifice. Finding him with the pigeons, she snuck up on him as she had in the woods so long ago. He turned around before she could reach him and greeted her with a soft smile and gentle kiss on the lips. Staring into eyes she could never get enough of, she found another surge of bravery

"Marry me, Will Scarlett."

He just paused and opened his mouth a few times, no words coming out.

"I'm getting nervous here, Will."

"Yes." He breathed, scooping her up and whirling her around the room. They both laughed in giddy relief and happiness as they sealed the proposal with a kiss that seared across Djaq's lips.

"One condition though," she managed to get out between his kisses. At that he stilled, pulling back slightly to examine her face. "We get married at home, in England."

"As you wish, my love." And then all talking ceased as the two melted into one another.

See the crowd in that church

See the proud parson plopped on his perch

Get the sweet beat of that organ sealing our doom

Here goes the groom – boom!

How they cheer and how they smile

As we go galloping down the aisle

It's divine, dear, it's de-vene, dear, it's de-wunderbar, it's de-victory

It's de-velop, it's de-vinner, it's de-voix, it's de-lovely

"I still can't believe she pipped you to the post, mate."

"Shut up, Allan," Will groaned at his best man. The wedding day had finally arrived. All of their friends were gathered around in the forest, as King Richard had not returned home yet. Robin winked at the nervous Will as they awaited the bride. She had chosen Little John to escort her up to the altar that Much waited at the right of, being her other witness. Luke and Allan were witnesses for Will, and he was starting to regret that decision. In Will's absence, Luke had joined the group and had taken Allan as a role model. If ever there was regret in Will's life, it was that relationship between his brother and best mate. Trying to tune out their good-natured and slightly raunchy ribbing, Will bounced on his heels ready to get the ceremony over with.

He heard Allan's indrawn gasp and looked over to see a beaming Little John escorting Djaq towards them. She had a wreath of flowers on her head, which Will was happy to see contained some forget-me-nots, and wore the white dress Bassam had gifted her before they left. He had been understanding and had wanted to see England himself, but had been unable to go as the fight was coming back to Acre. But he had blessed them and they had promised they would meet up again. Looking around at his friends, no, his family, Will had never felt happier. The woman of his dreams was officially his, he was home, and they had a lifetime awaiting them.

The night is tired and so we take

The few hours off to eat wedding cake

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely

It feels so fine to be a bride

And how's the groom while he's slightly fried

It's divineful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely

The ale had been poured and laughter echoed through the glen as Robin swung Djaq around in an impromptu dance. Will was watching off to the side as Much chattered about the going-ons during his absence and Allan kept refilling the young man's cup. Djaq came over, having escaped Robin, and frowned slightly to see the slight swaying of her husband.

"Allan A Dale," she scolded. The cheeky poacher just shrugged unapologetically and quaffed his remaining ale in one before grabbing her hand and whirling her around, much as Robin had done earlier. Any sort of displeasure fled in the frenzied dance and the singular knowledge that she was married to her handsome, strong carpenter at long last.

To the pop of champagne off we hop in our plush little plane

Till a bright light through the darkness cosily calls Niagara Falls

Well, my love, our day's complete

What a beautiful bridal suite

It's de-reamy, it's de-rousy, it's de-reverie, it's de-rhapsodie

It's de-regal, it's de-royal, it's de-ritz, it's de-lovely

We settle down as man and wife

To solve the riddle called married life

It's delightful, it's delicious, it's de-lovely

A/N: The next song up is "Save the Last Dance" which I think will be a Robin/Marian. I will be updating these fics when I get the chance to, so no guarantees on how quickly that will happen. And don't forget to vote on my poll for the next big "Robin Hood" story. You can find it in my profile. Thanks and please review :)