An Assortment of Tronnor Oneshots

Backstage at Vidcon

The hubbub of the crowd backstage doesn't give me any kind of comfort at all. If anything, it only adds even more nervousness inside me. Dozens of my fellow online content creators have said to me that they just couldn't wait for the announcement I'm about to make on the main stage today. It was extremely nice of them, really, but it did little to nothing in slowing down my heartbeat.

Desperate to calm myself down, I look at the huge TV screen they provided the featured creators backstage who want to watch their friends comfortably without getting mobbed. Connor is on stage right now, talking about the Thirst Project. I crack a tiny smile at the sight of him. Selfishly, I can't wait for Connor to finish his bit and come back to me. If anything can give me solace, it's him.

I hear the crowd cheer, again, loudly as he and the others exit the stage. I quickly proceed to the side of the stage to meet him. However, on the way there, Emma, my manager, stops me in my tracks.

"Okay, Troye, are you ready for this?" She asks me.

"I guess so," I reply faintly as my eyes are busy searching for signs of Connor.

"You better. The sweaters are ready to be sold in your merchandise booth and I have personally given your video to the stage manager a couple of minutes ago. Not to mention, I have the whole team on hands with your entire social media handle. We are all counting on you right now," she blabs on. Looking at my panic-stricken face, she laughs a little. Slapping my back lightly, she says, "Don't worry a thing, Troye. I'm positive you'll do great."

"Troye! Emma!" I hear a familiar voice calling us out from behind me.

"Connor!" Emma waves at him.

I turn my back around and smile at the sight of him. "Hey, Con, you did great on stage!" I say as he walks to where Emma and I are standing.

"Aw, thanks, Tro," he says. Then, he looks around for a while before giving me a tight hug. "No one's daily vlogging right now," he whispers, assuring me.

"Troye, you're up in 15," the stage manager, a short middle-aged man with a Bluetooth on one of his ears, informs me.

Emma looks at her phone and then at us. "I have to run a final check. See you after the announcement." After that, she dashes off while typing madly on her phone.

A wave of panic hits me. I unknowingly begin to tremble a little. Connor must've seen it as he leads me to one of the plush couches around us. After we sit, he begins to hold me tenderly until I calm down.

"Hey, even if you mess up, no matter how badly, your fans will laugh it off. They won't care if you stutter a word or two. They have been waiting for so long; all they want is to know more about the album."

I look at Connor. "Really?"

"Really."

"Troye, we need you by the side of the stage now," the stage manager informs me again.

Connor brushes himself off and stands up. He then turns to me and offers a hand. I take it as I stand up. Walking to the side of the stage is terrifying, but Connor is with me. His arms are around my waist and his head is close to my heart.

"Can't your heartbeats go any faster than this?" He cracks a joke.

"Shut up." I roll my eyes at his attempt at joking, but still blushing slightly.

"Connor! Troye! How are you? I have barely seen you guys since the start of Vidcon," Hannah Hart, one of the hosts, greets us.

"We're good, thanks," Connor replies for the both of us.

"Actually," I speak up, "he's good, I'm terrified. So..."

"Aw, don't be. If you do mess up, you can always go back to Australia and start a new life." Hannah shrugs. "Just kdding!" Her face breaks into a grin. "Nerves are good!" She exclaims as the stage manager ushers her on stage again.

"Hey," Connor says under his breath.

I turn to him. "What?" I reply before his lips meet mine.

"For good luck," he says, breaking off the quick, rushed kiss.

I smile coyly at him as his cheeks blush. "I've got you with me, Con. You're my good luck charm." I nuzzle up to him.

He pulls away slightly. "So I don't have to kiss you next time?"

"You're talking nonsense," I say as I give him a longer kiss than the previous one.

"Get a room, you lovebirds," Hannah interrupts us. "Troye," she looks at me, "you're up."

I break away from Connor. After squeezing his hand for a final assurance, I completely let go.

"Break a leg!" he yells at me as I walk to the stage.

I flash him a quick smile before mouthing "To be continued". His eyes pop a little before his cheeks blush wildly again.

I smirk as I turn to the crowd. "Hello, Vidcon!" I say to a screaming, enthusiastic group of Vidcon goers.