STORY INFO.

I started taking prompts on my tumblr for oneshots. This is a collection of the written ones thus far. The beginning of each chapter will feature the original prompt, the verse it resides in, characters, pairings and necessary warnings. All stories are written in different POV and tense depending on what worked for that particular piece. Feel free to send me a prompt of your own if you like, via review, PM or at my tumblr: sheikofthesheikah.

Waking.

Prompt: OOT/Link's reaction to his body's changes after he wakes up as an adult.

Verse: OOT.

Characters: Link, Sheik, Navi.

Pairing: Shink, if you squint really hard.

Warnings: None.

I can't see. I think.

I mean, I can see, because there's colours and stuff, but I can't make out what it is I'm seeing. So I guess I can't really see.

Oh wow, my head is a mess.

I try and focus my gaze, squinting a bit in the light. It's grey, sort of muted out. And then I realise I should probably focus on what I've just been told.

Apparently, I'm old. Well, older. But it still seems old. The sage, Rauru his name was I think (memory is fuzzy), said I've been asleep for seven years. But that seriously can't be right. It only feels like a couple of minutes ago that I opened the Door.

I'm staring into space like an idiot. The muted grey colours have solidified and I'm now standing in what is clearly the Temple of Time. It doesn't look any different.

"Have seven years really passed?" Navi settles on my shoulder, and I shrug.

It's the first movement I've really made since I apparently woke up in the sacred realm, and I notice for the first time how very, very high up I am.

Except my feet are still on the ground.

I stare down at my feet, wondering if they're actually mine. They look way too big. And then I lift my hands up to stare at them, trying not to freak out.

They're covered in a set of gloves I don't remember putting on (or even owning, for that matter), but they still look like they'd swallow Navi up in one swipe. As if to illustrate my point, she flutters down to perch on a knuckle, and I recall how just yester—no, how seven years ago she was probably the size of my fist.

Now she's tiny.

"I've been waiting for you, Hero of Time."

The voice comes from behind me, and I'm pretty sure I look like a complete idiot as I turn and flail. I was aiming for a quick twist so I could face the stranger with my sword drawn, but apparently my balance is off.

So instead of looking like a seasoned warrior, I end up landing flat on my butt with my too big hands splayed out on the floor behind me.

"Who are y—" I mean to ask the stranger his name, but my voice stops me in my tracks. It's the first time I've spoken since waking up, and the sound freaks me out.

I drag a giant hand to my throat, as though holding it will fix the strange problem, and when I swallow I feel something move against the palm of my hand. It freaks me out even more.

"Relax," the stranger says, coming to sit beside me. "This must be a shock for you."

I'm quiet for a second, before I finally gather my wits and am able to speak.

In a mighty whisper.

"What's going on? What's wrong with me?"

The stranger places a hand on my shoulder, and I tense. But Navi hasn't given me any warnings of alarm, so I guess he's okay.

"Nothing is wrong with you," he says, and I stare at my gigantic boots. "You've grown up. Your body has changed while you have been asleep."

I continue staring.

"It seems like it's a bit of a shock."

Stare.

"But you're perfectly healthy."

Stare, stare.

"It's just a shame that you were unable to go through this normally."

Mighty staring.

The stranger sighs, obviously growing impatient with my state of shock.

"Hero," he says, the title jolting me from my reverie. "This is undoubtedly a lot to take in, but you must focus for a moment. Can you give me that?"

I swallow, feeling that gross moving thing in my throat again, and nod.

He seems satisfied, and goes off on a spiel about saving the world and five temples. Five sages, yada yada.

Suddenly I feel childish for not listening to him properly.

I try to focus, but it's hard. I feel too big for myself. I feel like I'm miles off the ground and like I have no balance. My hair is hanging annoyingly in my eyes, and my feet feel like two great clubs hanging off the end of legs that shouldn't be as long as they are.

I think I'm having an identity crisis.

"Hero."

The disapproving voice halts me again, and I shake my head.

"Sorry," I say, in my alien voice. "I just…this is all really hard."

"Unfortunately, it is your fate. The sages depend—"

"No, not the sages," I interrupt impatiently. "That's easy, I don't care about that. I'm talking about this." I wave my hands emphatically, gesturing at myself. "This feels so wrong. I'm too big, I feel like I couldn't even walk without falling over. I've got this thing in my throat that moves and I sound like a goron!"

The stranger, Sheik (see, I was listening a bit), gives a gentle laugh.

"It would seem that you have some adjusting to do," he says, placing a hand on my shoulder again. "Come with me to Kakariko. I can teach you about your new body."

I pause, looking up at Navi for guidance. She just shrugs, which I take to mean a 'yeah', so I nod.

"Okay," my goron voice says (it sounds WAY too loud in my ears). "I probably need to learn how to fight again too."

Sheik nods, and on standing he extends a hand to help me up.

I fall over three more times before we're out of the temple.