A/N: Alright, I have not written anything in a super long time, but I adore the Iron Bull and I had to write a story for him, so this little piece of fluff was made. I hope you enjoy.
Azar Lavellen jerked in his sleep, the mark on his hand started to glow like it did at times, he twitched and shifted again. His dream became dark and he suddenly jerked awake in a cold sweat, he looked around his empty room and got up from his bed. He couldnt be in this room, not after that nightmare.
He didnt change from his loose sleep clothes and just slipped on a robe, he peered out of his room before shuffling out. He went the long way around, but eventually got to the room where the Iron Bull slept and he slipped in. Luckily the Bull was used to the tiny elf coming to him for comfort after a night terror.
Without saying a word and takes the robe off and lays it over a chair before crawling onto the bed and snuggling up against the Qunari, who without a word wraps an arm around him and pulls him closer, covering him with the blanket. Azar smiled and curled up next to him, his head resting on the mans chest, taking comfort from him.
Iron Bull never asked about his dreams, if the elf wanted to talk about them he did, they knew what they each needed and gave it without having to be asked. Bull looked down at the small elf who was now fast asleep, he smiled some and kissed his head gently.
"Goodnight, Kadan."