The Ruby Empire

The Seven Dwarves

Female Reader x 7 Male Dwarves

A few of your friends had to travel a lot for work, so whenever they were in town your group made a big deal about it. You all went to a pub in the next village where they often had live music and shows. When you were much younger, you all used to sneak in and stay until closing. It felt weird going through the front door now that you had done that so much.

You were planning such a trip, knowing your friends would be coming back. Although, work had been busy as of late. Part of you was worried you wouldn't be able to go. You worked in your father's repair shop, and ever since the mine had opened up nearby, you had been overwhelmed with work. The miners would come in with all their tools at once, wanting them done before the next work cycle. It wasn't so bad at least, they paid promptly and often times more than needed.

There was a group of dwarves who often came in, seven of them at once. Your father didn't care for them, but you did. They always came in with smiles and laughter. They flirted with you often and you had to admit they were a handsome bunch.

"Bless us," one of them said. "Do you mind kissing our tools before we go back to work?"

You were a bit stunned, no one had ever asked something like that before. "Oh well I uhm-" you're all red and stuttering.

"If the prettiest girl in the village kisses them, I'm sure we'll find the biggest of gems in the mine," another said with a smile.

Your heart hammers and your cheeks begin to burn. "Well," you murmur. "When you put it like that it'd be silly not to." One by one they bring they're pick-axe or hammer up to you and you plant a kiss on it.

"I'd much rather have her kiss me," one said as he passed by and was struck by one of the others.

That evening you're able to finish all your work on time and join your friends at the pub. As you're walking through tables to get to your friends you hear a raucous chorus of cheers and hollering. You glance over, seeing the dwarves at a table, drinking and eating. Their smiles look no different than when you last saw them.

"There you are!" Your friends grab you and pull you to the bar.

Over the course of the evening you keep staring at the table with the Dwarves. They seem to be having such a good time and not really doing anything. You find the conversation is lacking with your friends, in fact, two of them leave early and another goes off on their own. Pretty soon you feel like you've been left alone.

You start to make your way to the exit when you hear a loud whistle. You flinch and turn, seeing the Dwarves are waving you down. There's another whistle and you hurry towards the table.

"What's a girl like you doing in a place like this?" The offer you up a beer.

"I was meeting friends," you start. You take the beer but you're not sure if you should drink it. "But they've all pretty much left."

"Then come sit with us," they offer up a seat at the table.

You had been admiring them and their good time all evening. It would feel nice to be included and have a good evening.

"Beautiful girls shouldn't go home alone either," one with dark hair says. "If you don't feel like staying with us, we'll take you home."

"I couldn't ask you to stop your good time." You take the seat, silently agreeing to their offer.

"Shit," one scoffs. "We're here every damn night." The whole table erupts with laughter. Soon, you're smiling and carrying on with all of them. You feel like you've been friends with them all your life. They feed you and give you more drink, always asking you how you feel and what you want. You felt more drunk off their flattery than the beer. Come the end of the evening, they take you home as promised. Part of you doesn't want to separate from them. You want to keep up the good time.