#CARPENTER CALEB YO

[mapofsouthdakota]

Caleb’s headcanon -

The Vanguard

Synopsis: Days and weeks of distance and unresolved emotions due to the falling out in Skyhaven. You now find yourself spending the weekend with Caleb. He has a surprise worth your time.

Details: Longer story/3000ish w. Angsty nostalgia. Banter. Yearning losers. Warmth. Pet names. And fluffy love. Lots of it. Feral smooch. Brace yourself for romance iow)

Sanctuary bound

The forest is thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, the air cool and crisp as the evening deepens. The canopy overhead filters the last remnants of daylight, streaks of golden orange and soft violet spilling through the spaces between the branches. You hear the distant rustling of unseen creatures, the occasional chirp of a bird settling into its nest for the night. It’s quiet, peaceful, save for the sound of your boots crunching over fallen leaves and the steady, rhythmic steps of Caleb beside you.

You hadn’t expected this when he pulled you away from the train station, promising something worth your time. You had grumbled, just a little, about the impromptu adventure—but Caleb had looked at you with that infuriating confidence, a knowing smile tugging at his lips, and you had relented. He always did have a way of convincing you. And now, here you are, pushing through underbrush, feeling the sting of a rogue branch as it snaps against your chin.

A sharp crack, a rustle, and then Caleb turns abruptly, eyes scanning you with instant concern. “Pip? You alright there?” His voice is warm, laced with something close to guilt, as if he personally offended you by letting the forest misbehave.

You press a hand to your chin, feeling the scratch. It’s nothing serious, barely a sting, but before you can even reassure him, Caleb reaches for the offending branch and snaps it in his hands with unnecessary force, breaking it down into crumbling bits of bark and wood. So much wrath for one little branch.

Amused, you shake your head, rubbing the sore spot. “Yeah, sure. But you better have an explanation for making this pretty face suffer another scratch.” You flash him a smirk, and just like that, the worry in his eyes fades, replaced by something softer—relief, maybe.

He exhales, giving a light chuckle. “I promise it’ll be worth it,” he says again, just as he did at the train station, but this time, his voice holds more weight, like he truly means it. He takes your hand, fingers lacing through yours, and pulls you forward, leading you through the last stretch of the forest.

Then, suddenly, you see it.

The trees part just enough to reveal something nestled within the embrace of a towering oak. Your breath catches, your steps slowing until you come to a full stop. The world around you seems to blur, the sounds of the forest fading into the background as you take it in.

A tree hut.

Not just any tree hut���one that feels like a memory wrapped in twilight. It’s small but sturdy, clearly built with care, perched between the thick branches like it belongs there, like it’s always been waiting for you to find it. Warm, golden lights flicker along the railing, casting a soft glow against the wood, and small lanterns dangle from the entrance, swaying ever so slightly in the breeze. The setting sun paints the scene in hues of amber and lilac, and for a moment, it almost feels unreal.

Your lips part, but words fail you. Instead, you murmur his name. “Caleb…”

The nostalgia hits hard, wrapping around you like a warm embrace. It’s not just a tree hut—it’s a piece of the past, a reflection of something lost but never forgotten.

Caleb, standing beside you, watches you take it in, his eyes glinting with quiet anticipation. He leans against the base of the tree, arms crossed, the hint of a proud smile ghosting his lips. “So? Not bad for a guy who’s hammered his own thumb more times than he’d like to admit, huh?” He nudges you playfully, but his gaze flickers with something deeper, waiting for your reaction.

You shake your head, barely able to process it all. “Caleb, this is…” You swallow, still staring up at the hut, your heart pounding with something you can’t quite name. “This is just like back then… like the hut we had.”

His grip tightens around your hand, steady and grounding. “Well,” he murmurs, tilting his head toward you, “that was my initial inspiration, at least. But, you know, I like to think I’ve taken some creative liberties—call it an artist’s touch.”

You glance at him, feeling the weight of the moment settle between you. Then, with a deep breath, you step forward, reaching for the rope ladder. The woven strands feel rough against your fingers, solid and real, anchoring you in the present. You take your first step, the ladder swaying ever so slightly beneath you.

And then, of course, Caleb has to be Caleb.

With an impish grin, he gives the ladder a light tug, making it sway just enough to throw you off balance. Your grip tightens instinctively, a startled laugh escaping your lips.

“Caleb!”

He chuckles, hands already ready to steady you if needed—just like when you were kids. “What?” he says innocently, though the amusement in his voice betrays him. “Just making sure you remember how to climb.”

Rolling your eyes, you huff but keep going, knowing full well that if you were to slip, his arms would be there to catch you. Just like always.

As you pull yourself up into the tree hut, the wooden floor greets you with a gentle creak—not from weakness, but from character. It feels sturdy beneath your feet, built with care and precision, a far cry from the fragile planks of the childhood hut that once groaned under every shift of weight.

That old hut had been a sanctuary, but an imperfect one, where the wind whispered through the cracks and the rain dripped through the uneven roof. It had been a place of hiding—of huddling under threadbare blankets, the scent of damp wood and childhood fears lingering in the air while thunder rolled outside. Back then, Caleb’s voice had been your anchor, steady and unshaken, pulling you away from fear with whispered reassurances and quiet jokes, protecting you from the storm with nothing but his presence.

But this? This was something else entirely. Artist’s touch, indeed. Caleb’s touch.

The tree hut feels like a rustic cottage suspended among the branches. The walls are thick, made of polished wood that gleams in the glow of string lights. The single-room space is simple yet inviting—soft pillows scattered across the floor, a woven basket filled with plush blankets, and a cozy, fur-lined rug that begs to be sat upon. The air carries the faint scent of cedar and something sweet, like vanilla candles or aged parchment. It’s warm here, intimate, like stepping into a memory that has been lovingly restored.

As Caleb pulls himself up behind you with a faint huff, you smirk, arms crossed. “Carpenter and interior designer?”

He ruffles his ashen brown hair, momentarily shy at the praise, his fingers threading through the messy strands as he avoids your gaze. For just a second, he looks caught off guard, his usual confidence flickering in the warm light. Then, with a laugh, he recovers, shifting back into his easy charm. “Well,” he says, rolling his shoulders, “I’m actually more pleased with the mural.”

Caleb tilts his head upward, motioning for you to follow his gaze.

And then you see them.

Suspended from the ceiling, a constellation of delicate paper planes drifts in the air, illuminated by strings of fairy lights that twist and weave between them like threads of golden magic. They hang at different heights—some near enough to touch, others floating higher, dancing in the soft night breeze that sneaks through the open window. Some are crisp and perfectly folded, others slightly crumpled, as if they’ve been sent soaring through the sky before finding their place here. They glow under the light, casting soft, flickering shadows across the ceiling, transforming the hut into a dreamscape.

A breath of wonder escapes you, barely more than a whisper. “Woah…”

Caleb watches your reaction with quiet satisfaction before slipping his fingers around yours. His grip is firm yet unhurried, warm against your skin as he gently pulls you toward the railing. You let him guide you, your mind still lingering in the magic of the ceiling above, only for your breath to catch again as you take in the sight before you.

The world stretches out beyond the hut in a breathtaking display of twilight. The sky, once streaked with the last remnants of the sun, has deepened into a canvas of indigo and violet, the first stars beginning to shimmer against the darkness. The forest below rustles softly, a living thing, its vast expanse of treetops rolling like ocean waves beneath the cool night air. In the distance, beyond the silhouettes of trees, faint glimmers of city lights pulse on the horizon, a quiet reminder of the world beyond this hidden sanctuary.

Caleb leans against the railing, his back to the view, resting his palms on the wooden frame as he watches you instead. But you stand facing outward, drinking in the sight, letting the hush of the night settle around you like a well-worn cloak.

It feels… unreal.

Like something out of a story. Like something meant to be found only in dreams.

The weight of it all crashes down on you in slow, suffocating waves.

Standing there at the railing, wrapped in the golden glow of string lights and the cool hush of the night, you feel something deep in your chest—something unbearably tight, unbearably warm, and aching all the same. You don’t know how to repay him for this. You don’t know why he’s done this, why he’s poured so much thought, so much care into recreating something you once shared.

Because you haven’t done anything to deserve this.

Quite the opposite, actually.

Skyhaven still lingers in the back of your mind, a phantom that refuses to fade. The weight of those months apart, the unspoken words, the way you had refused—carelessly—to see what had been in front of you all along. Caleb had always been there, unwavering, steady as ever, and yet, when the moment had come, you hadn’t realized. Not soon enough. Not before things had cracked between you. And, sure, he had acted out of place, he had said things that had made you recoil—but had it really been so wrong of him to finally let it slip? After all those years, after all that time spent protecting you, being by your side, waiting—

Was this his way of apologizing?

Was this entire thing—a hut built with his hands, a recreation of something precious—his way of making up for how you had parted ways?

Your throat tightens, eyes suddenly stinging with the weight of too many emotions. Good, bad, tangled and ugly, all of them knotting together in a way that makes it impossible to sort through. You try to blink it back, but Caleb notices. Of course he does.

His voice is a gentle murmur, unsure, laced with concern. “H-hey, Pips…”

You barely register the nickname before he’s pulling you in, his arms wrapping around you in a solid, grounding embrace. The moment your face presses into his chest, it’s over—you shatter. A small, choked breath escapes, and you cling to him, fists curling into the fabric of his shirt as you bury yourself against him.

His arms tighten. Strong. Secure. His scent surrounds you—warm and heady, tinged with the faintest trace of cedarwood, metal, and something undeniably him, something that’s always meant safety. It’s dizzying, how much warmth he carries, how easily he envelopes you, as if he’s trying to shield you from whatever storm is raging inside of you. His fingers stroke through your hair, slow and steady, his palm pressing gentle circles against your back.

“If I knew you’d react like this…” He exhales against your hair, voice barely above a sigh, thick with worry. He had wanted to create something new, to make something good out of something old. And now, he’s worried he’s only dragged you back into the past, into everything you still haven’t figured out how to sort through.

You feel him shift, his grip never leaving you as he guides you down to the soft carpet. The moment you settle, he tugs a thick blanket over the both of you, cocooning you in warmth—his warmth, the scent of worn fabric and something that reminds you of home. The home you once shared.

Your head rests against his chest, nestled between the firm planes of his muscles, the cool edge of his dog tag pressing against your cheek. It’s a contrast—the cold of metal, the solid warmth of him, the steady, rhythmic thrum of his heartbeat beneath your ear.

It’s too much. It’s so much.

And yet, in all of it, in the swirl of emotions and unsaid things, one thought surfaces. One memory.

Your voice is quiet, still heavy with emotion as you murmur, “Back then, the storm was always outside… and you’d shield me from it. But now…”

At first, Caleb doesn’t react. He only exhales, long and slow, fingers threading through your hair as if the motion is second nature. Then, after a beat, you feel the shift—the way his breath hitches ever so slightly, the way his hold tightens, if only for a moment.

When he finally speaks, his voice is quieter. Not quite hurt, but something close. Something resigned.

“Pips… You don’t want to be in that situation any longer, do you?” His voice is quiet, hesitant, like he’s afraid to say the next part—that you don’t want him as your shield, as your guardian anymore. And maybe that fear cuts deeper than he lets on. Because he had already told you—he was tired of playing games. Tired of waiting, of hoping, of holding onto something that never seemed to be his. And now, from his perspective, it looks like the game is already lost.

And when you tilt your head up, peering at him from beneath the blanket, you see it—the small, pained smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. The sadness hidden behind familiarity. The unspoken weight of something he’s always known.

The ache in your chest becomes unbearable, swelling until it’s impossible to contain. It’s not just longing, not just guilt or nostalgia—it’s him. Caleb, who has always been there. Caleb, who has always been yours, even when you were too blind to see it. And now, looking at him—seeing the quiet sadness in his expression, the way he has convinced himself that you don’t want this, that you don’t want him—it shatters something inside of you.

You can’t let him think that.

So, without thinking, without hesitation, without fear, you lean in.

Your lips press to his—soft, barely there, as delicate as a whisper. It’s not desperate, not at first. It’s a simple truth, an offering, a promise wrapped in warmth. Caleb stills beneath the blanket, his breath caught, his entire body rigid with disbelief. You feel it—how his pulse stutters, how his fingers twitch where they rest against your skin.

Then, slowly, his fingers trail up, brushing your chin, his thumb tracing over the faint scar left by the branch. His touch is feather-light, reverent, as if he’s making sure you’re real, as if he’s afraid you’ll pull away, that this is some cruel trick of the universe.

Then, tentatively, he leans in, pressing the smallest, faintest kiss to your lips—just a whisper of contact. Another follows, and another, each one delicate, testing, almost unsure. His eyes remain open between them, searching yours, flickering with something raw and disbelieving, as if he’s waiting for the moment you vanish, for reality to snap back and prove this isn’t happening.

But you don’t vanish.

Instead, your eyes flutter shut, your breath catching as warmth blooms in your chest, melting through you like honey. His lips are soft, impossibly warm, and every feather-light brush sends the sweetest shiver down your spine. It feels so right—so achingly, breathtakingly right—that you can’t help but sink into it, letting the moment envelop you, letting him envelop you.

And then, something shifts. He realizes.

He realizes what you’re offering—who you’re offering. You. All of you.

And Caleb breaks.

The blanket flies, forgotten, as he moves, surging forward with the force of everything he’s ever held back. He casts himself over you, bracing himself above you, his body caging yours in the most intoxicating way. And then his lips crash into yours—not tentative, not careful, but desperate. Starved. Like every kiss he’s ever saved for you has finally been unleashed, one after the other, colliding into you in a feverish, uncontrollable frenzy.

Soft ones. Sweet ones. Feral ones.

He kisses you like he’s drowning in you, like you are the air he’s been deprived of for far too long, and now that he has you, he can’t stop. His breath is hot and heavy between kisses, ragged as he moves, as his hands trace over your curves, skimming over the fabric of your clothes like they alone are an obstacle keeping him from truly knowing you. His fingers dig into your waist, firm yet worshipful, his touch possessive but not demanding—just needing.

Then, between kisses, between the way his lips ghost over yours, bruised and breathless, he exhales, voice wrecked, raw with yearning.

“What are you doing to me, Pips…?”

He presses another kiss, slow, deep, savoring, as if trying to make sense of it, but then he pulls back just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, his breath fanning over your lips, uneven, unsteady. His hands tremble slightly where they hold you, gripping like he’s afraid to let go, like he doesn’t even know how to anymore. His voice drops, husky, desperate.

“I don’t— I can’t stop. You don’t know what you’ve started, do you? Do you even understand the consequences of this?”

His lips find your jaw, your neck, the exposed curve of your collarbone, each kiss more fervent, more unrestrained. He groans softly, inhaling your scent like it’s intoxicating him, like you’re something he’s wanted for so long that now that he finally has you, he’s undone.

And you respond in kind, your own hands sliding up his arms, feeling the taut muscles beneath his shirt, the way they tense beneath your touch. You rake your fingers through his ashen brown hair, tugging slightly, and the sound he makes—a low, guttural noise deep in his throat—sends a shiver down your spine.

Then, suddenly, he bites you. A little too hard. Sharp enough to make you gasp, your head tilting back just slightly.

You exhale a breathless laugh, dazed and dizzy in the heat of it all, and smirk at him. “Careful, Colonel.”

Caleb pauses, his lips still lingering at your throat, and then he smirks back. A slow, wicked thing against your skin, laced with something dark and knowing. He pulls back just enough to meet your gaze, eyes dark, hungry, utterly gone on you.

“I told you so, didn’t I?” he murmurs, voice rich with heat, a teasing glint in his gaze as his fingers trace along your jaw, his thumb brushing the faint indent of his teeth against your skin.

“These are the consequences.”

Writer’s note: You guys I’m almost in tears because I just want them to be happy and I’ve had a blast writing this. I wanted him to break like the way he broke that twig in the forest. Okey then, thank you for reading peeps and thank you Gavin3469 for sending me that wonderful song that sparked my creativity 🫶🏻 (oh and say hi to my new lil avatar tihihi)

[imaven]

‘ me lo contagias tú ’ suspiró pesado, pero se rompió su indignación con los tintes jocosos que tiñeron el final de su respiración, en forma de una serie de melodías jocosas que se deslizaron como un tobogán por sus labios. miró al frente, estaba analizando algún tipo de estrategia para lograr llegar al frente, no sabía qué artista vendría, pero tenía ganas de molestar un rato. ‘ los dos vamos a dar los codazos, no puedo hacer todo yo, se llama trabajar en equipo ’ chasqueó su lengua contra su paladar, en un intento de renacer su inexistente irritación. 

‘ espera — ’ se detuvo de golpe, iluminado por una idea que llegó de pronto a su cabeza. ‘ y si en lugar de molestar a esta gente, vamos a comer algo ’ no recordaba la línea de artistas y no sabía si saldría ganando o perdiendo al llegar adelante. ‘ si sale harry styles y estamos adelante, nos van a reventar las costillas ’ recordó, bajando su voz un poco, aunque quizás él se presentaba mañana. algo así mencionó caleb hace unas horas en una conversación. ‘ o peor – sabrina carpenter ’ conocía una fan en específico y era bastante apasionada. ‘ me acobardé, volvió el ángel a mí, vamos por comida ’ insistió tirando del brazo contrario hacia atrás para que lo siguiera.

‘ te habría golpeado más fuerte, si ese era el caso ’ le dijo, con la tranquilidad de quien suelta una verdad casualmente. quizás porque dio por hecho que maven sabría que estaba jugando. por lo menos, no había nadie en la academia que cumpliera con los requisitos necesarios para ganarse un golpe; y no conocía a nadie fuera de reverie.

‘ en verdad creo que te estás volviendo más malvado con el paso del tiempo ’ opinó, pero se dedicó a mirar los espacios entre la gente frente a ellos, para descubrir qué tan difícil sería hacerse un lugar más adelante. ¿lo necesitaban? seguro que no, pero bien parecía ser una competencia por quién lograba llegar más lejos en el mar de personas. ‘ ¿tú vas a dar los codazos? ’ le miró ahí, pero apenas se abrió un espacio justo frente a ellos, decidió avanzar, aprovechando que contrario le tomaba del brazo para que le siguiera de cerca.

[inthecoldmorningair-blog]

Music Choices - Ice Dance (so far)

AUSTRALIA Kimberly Hew-Low & Timothy McKernan FD: Exogenesis Matilda Friend & William Badaoui FD: Love Story AZERBAIJAN Anastasia Galyeta & Avidan Brown FD: Cabaret CANADA Marjorie Lajoie & Zachary Lagha FD: Dream (Imagine Dragons) Alicia Fabbri & Claudio Pietrantonio SD: Historia de un Amor; Sweet Like Cola (Lou Bega) FD: El Tango de Roxanne (Moulin Rouge!, comp. Craig Armstrong) Ashlynne Stairs & Lee Royer SD: I Like It Like That (The Blackout All-Stars) FD: A Monster in Paris; La Seine and I (A Monster in Paris) Carolane Soucisse & Shane Firus SD: Bailando, El perdedor, Let me be your lover - Enrique Iglesias FD: Cheek to cheek & I won't dance - Lady Gaga and Tony Bennett Ellie Fisher & Simon Pierre Malette-Paquette FD: La Strada (comp. Nino Rota) Jessica Li & Jacob Richmond FD: Runaway; Conqueror (Aurora) Irina Galiyanova & Tommy Tang SD: Dance With Me (Debelah Morgan) FD: Waltz in the Rain (Shin Jae Young) Valerie Taillefer & Jason Chan SD: Skip to the Bip FD: Closer Than Sisters (Penny Dreadful, comp. Abel Korzeniowski); A Boat to Argentina (Amen, comp. Armand Amar) Jade McCue & Gabriel Clemente SD: Ole Ole Ole (Ricky Martin); I Need to Know (Marc Anthony) FD: Another Day of Sun; City of Stars (Duet); Someone in the Crowd (La La Land, comp. Justin Hurwitz) Olivia Han & Grayson Lochhead SD: I Need to Know (Marc Anthony) FD: Selections from Pirates of the Caribbean (comp. Hans Zimmer) Cassidy McFarlane & Kameron Jeromkin SD: Sway Sarah Arnold & Thomas Williams SD: Besame Mucho FD: Fall for You (Leela James); If I Ain’t Got You (Alicia Keys feat. Usher) Natascha Collier & Philippe Marchand SD: Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps (Pussycat Dolls) FD: Overture; Beauty and the Beast (Beauty and the Beast, comp. Alan Menken) Natalie D'Alessandro & Bruce Waddell SD: I Need to Know (Marc Anthony); Let’s Get Loud (Jennifer Lopez) FD: Your Song (Ellie Goulding); Your Song (Moulin Rouge!, perf. Ewan McGregor) Leia Dozzi & Liam Fawcett SD: Addicted to You ; Don’t Stop the Party (Pitbull feat. TJR) FD: Vinegar & Salt; Amalfi (Hooverphonic) Vanessa Chartrand & Alexander Seidel SD: Samba Pa’ Ti; Oye Como Va (Santana) FD: Lament; You Must Love Me; Don’t Cry for Me, Argentina (Evita, comp. Andrew Lloyd Webber) Gina Cipriano & Jake Richardson FD: Merry Go Round (Howl’s Moving Castle, comp. Joe Hisaichi) Molly Lanaghan & Dmitre Razgulajevs FD: Selections from Mary Poppins (comp. the Sherman Brothers) Katrine Roy & Oliver Zhang FD: Tango Theadora Sauve & Alexandre Faucher FD: Anything Goes; But Beautiful; It Don’t Mean a Thing (perf. Tony Bennett and Lady Gaga) Haley Sales & Nikolas Wamsteeker FD: Out of Africa soundtrack Nina Mizuki & Veniamins Volskis FD: Arrietty’s Song; Sho’s Song (Arrietty, Cecile Corbel) Katerina Kasatkin & Corey Circelli SD: Mujer Latina (Thalia) FD: Faded (Alan Walker feat. Iselin Solheim) Olivia McIsaac & Elliott Graham SD: Quizás, Quizás, Quizás ; Angelina (Lou Bega) FD: Let It Be Me (Ray LaMontagne); What I Wouldn’t Do (Serena Ryder) Kaitlyn Chubb & Alex Gunther SD: Billie Jean - Michael Jackson FD: True colors by Justin Timberlake and Anna Kendrick; September by Earth, Wind and Fire Kaitlyn Weaver & Andrew Poje FD: Spartacus (comp. Aram Khachaturian); choreography by Lori Nichol and Linda Garneau CZECH REPUBLIC Nicole Kuzmichova & Alexandr Sinicyn SD: Magalenha - Antonio Carlos; Fly Love - Jamie Fox; Mas Que Nada - Jorge Ben FD: Cabaret (Willkommen; Money; Mein Herr) - John Kander FINLAND Cecilia Torn & Jussiville Partanen FD: Funny Face; I've Got A Crush On You FRANCE Marie Jade Lauriault & Romain Le Gac SD: "September" & "How deep is your love" FD: Another one bites the dust - Queen Loicia Demougeot & Théo Le Mercier SD: El Pescador by Totó La Momposina; La Collegiala by Rodolfo y su Tipica FD: Light of the Seven by Ramin Djawadi; Strange by Apollo G'eeze Natacha Lagouge & Corentin Rahier SD: "Oye como va" & "Frío sin ti" - Navajita plateá FD: Theme : the life of Coco Chanel [Little Black Baby - Scott Joplin (ragtime); (tango); Tema per una donna sola by Ennio Morricone (waltz); Cocomotion by El Coco (disco) GERMANY Katharina Müller & Tim Dieck SD: Dibby Dibby (Samba); I am not the only one - Sam Smith (Rhumba); Campo Grande (Samba) FD: Bodyguard musical soundtrack Kavita Lorenz & Joti Polizoakis SD: Aguanile - M. Anthony (Salsa); Mil Pasos - Soha (Remix) (Rhumba); Quimbara - C. Cruz (Salsa) GREAT BRITAIN Penny Coomes & Nicholas Buckand SD: Remix of Rhumba D'Amour by Torvill and Dean, choreography by Christopher Dean FD: Battle Remembered -  Yo-Yo Ma and the Silk Road Ensemble, choreography by Christopher Dean Sasha Fear & George Waddell FD: Coldplay Medley (Sky full of stars; Fix You; Viva la vida) Leticia Marsh & Elliot Verburg FD: Moulin Rouge ISRAEL Isabella Tobias & Ilia Tkachenko SD: Shape of You - Ed Sheeran ; She Will Be Loved - Rhythms del Mundo ; Fireball - Pitbull FD: Samson et Dalila-Camille Saint-Saëns ITALY Charlene Guignard & Marco Fabbri SD: Salsa; Rhumba; Samba FD: Exogenesis Symphony Part III - Muse Jasmine Tessari & Francesco Fioretti FD: La Tosca - G. Puccini JAPAN Kana Muramoto & Chris Reed FD: Music Medley from Ryuichi Sakamoto Misato Komatsubara & Tim Koleto SD: Ahora Quien - Marc Anthony; Samba do Brasil (Radio Remix) - Bellini ​FD: Yentl soundtrack (“Where is it Written?” and “A Piece of the Sky”); Sabrina soundtrack ( John Williams’ instrumental End Credits) LATVIA Aurelija Ippolito & Malcolm Jones FD: Alex Clare - Damn Your Eyes; Cover of Tainted Love POLAND Natalia Kaliszek & Maksym Spodyriev   SD: mix of Luis Fonsi, Prince Royce & Shakira ​FD: swing, quickstep and foxtrot or waltz RUSSIA Anastasia Shpilevaya & Grigory Smirnov SD: Cha Cha (Tom Jones Kiss) and samba (Dominó-Baila Baila Comigo) FD: Love Story; choreographer Irina Zhuk Anastasia Skoptsova & Kirill Aleshin SD: rhumba, Cha-cha, salsa FD: Tango (Vuelvo Al Sur, Paris, Texas – Gotan Project) Sofia Shevchenko & Igor Eremenko SD: cha cha and samba - MC Mario (Let's Cha Cha), Max Sedgley (Happy) FD: Drehz (Heart Cry); Yann Tiersen (La Boulange) ​Sofia Polishchuk & Alexander Vakhnov FD: Black Swan Sofia Evdokimova & Egor Bazin FD: Ave Maria Victoria Sinitsina & Nikita Katsalapov ​FD: Vocalise, Piano concerto nr.2 - Rachmaninoff SOUTH KOREA Yura Min & Alexander Gamelin SD: Despacito - Luis Fonsi; My All - Mariah Carey; Mujer Latina -  Thalia ​FD: Arirang Alone - Sohyang SPAIN Olivia Smart & Adria Diaz ​FD: "A Mans World" & "Natural Woman" Sara Hurtado & Kirill Khalyavin ​SD: Santana FD: Don Quixote (Flamenco), Choreography by Antonio Najarro USA Christina Carreira & Anthony Ponomarenko ​SD:  "Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps" - Pussycat Dolls; "Conga" - Gloria Estefan FD: Dance for Me Wallis; Abdication (comp. Abel Korzeniowski) Julia Biechler & Damien Dodge ​SD:  Into You (Ariana Grande); I Know You Want Me (Pitbull) FD: American Woman (Lenny Kravitz); I Put a Spell On You (Joe Cocker); Seven Nation Army (The White Stripes) Rachel Parsons & Michael Parsons SD: Everybody’s Got to Love Sometime ​FD:  South American music, based on the contemporary ballet “Ghost Dances” by Inti-Illimani Lorraine McNamara & Quinn Carpenter SD: Mambo Italiano ​FD:  Argentine Tango [Anime Contro Vento by Medialuna Tango Project] Madison Hubbell & Zachary Donohue ​SD:  "Cuando Calienta el Sol" - Talya Ferro; "Le Serpent" - Guem FD: Across the Sky Instrumental - Rag N' Bone Man; Caught Out In the Rain - Beth Hart Madison Chock & Evan Bates FD: La la Land, Choreography by Christopher Dean Elliana Pogrebinsky & Alex Benoit SD:  "Baddest Girl in Town" (Pitbull feat. Mohombi and Wisin);"Lo So Che Finera" (Anna Tatangelo); "Bailar" (Deorro feat. Elvis Crespo) FD: Desire (Rock Blues) [I Put a Spell on You (perf. Annie Lennox); original composition] Maia Shibutani & Alex Shibutani SD: Perez Prado FD: Coldplay: Paradise ​​Karina Manta & Joseph Johnson SD: Right Now (Pussycat Dolls); Fireball (Pitbull feat. John Ryan) FD: Moulin Rouge ("One Day I'll Fly Away" and "Your Song" - perf. Ewan McGregor and Nicole Kidman); Choreography by Christopher Dean Kaitlin Hawayek & Jean-Luc Baker FD: Liebestraum (last season's FD) ​​​​Eliana Gropman & Ian Somerville FD: "Nyah" and flamenco music (Tangos de la Repompa by Susi) ​​​​Alina Efimova & Alexander Petrov Somerville FD: Umbrellas of Cherbourg Claire Purnell & Lucas Purnell FD: Fiddler on the Roof ​​​​​​Katarina DelCamp & Maxwell Gart FD: Motown music ("I Feel Good" and "Try a Little Tenderness") ​​​​​​Isabella Amoia & Luka Becker FD: Michael Meets Mozart - Piano Guys ​​​​​​Chloe Lewis & Logan Bye FD: Child of Light OST by Coeur de Pirate ​​Avonley Nguyen & Vadym Kolesnik SD: cha cha, rhumba, and mambo rhythms FD: West Side Story Molly Cesanek & Nikolay Usanov FD: Romeo & Juliet ​​Sophia Elder & Christopher Elder FD: Alice in Wonderland soundtrack Amanda Miller & Daniel Tsarik FD: Four Seasons Daria Popova & Cameron Colucci FD: La La Land soundtrack Nicolette Fey & Caleb Niva FD: A Thousand Years - Christina Perri Caroline Green & Gordon Green FD: Prince Igor; Stranger in Paradise - Sarah Brightman Jocelyn Haines & James Koszuta FD: Sinatra Medley Allie Rose & JT Michel FD: Bonnie and Clyde theme