Oh my god. Your kurt fic. I'm speechless and befuddled. Would you ever consider writing for Remy?
Omg tysm for the love🫶🏼🫶🏼ngl i would live to write for remy because we lover a true lover but im also so scared to write for his tone of voice lmaooo strong accents are so difficult for me to write as a non-english speaker and im still teying to find the balance between keeping his accent and not overdoing it
Warning: unprotected p in v sex, mating press, slight breeding kink, pussy drunk Kurt, mild possessiveness, pwp
Word count: ~1.3k
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and the springs of your poor mattress creaked beneath your back each time the joint weight of your bodies sunk down into the rumpled sheets. The salacious mewls of your own voice rang in your ear together with slurring words in a language you did not understand rumbling against your skin in between his near animalistic grunts.
"Kurt— hmph! Oh, oh, right there—"
When you think about taking intimacy with Kurt to the next stage, you had guessed mutually respectful making out, second base at a god-respecting distance, and maybe some biblical approved (post-marital) missionary at its furthest.
Whatever expectation you had in mind, it was not this.
He was not the most muscular mutant on the team by far, but even his lean muscles could keep you trapped under him with his entire weight flushed against yours. Your vision fogged over each time his cock hilted in you, slamming hard and deep at a merciless pace. The stiff tip of his length rubbed against your sensitive walls and his grip on your thigh deepened every time you squeezed around him as if you were still begging for more.
Being with Kurt was a dream come true. He was charming, chivalrous, well-mannered without being dull. Even his touch on your skin when you pulled him into your room and locked the door behind you was gentle, his glowing eyes on you constantly as his hand inched higher and higher into your shirt like he was ready to back away the moment you showed any hint of regret. But you were determined to show him how badly you wanted him after waiting for so long. His back stiffened when the tip of his finger reached the underside of your chest and you arched your back into his touch, gripping him by the wrist and slipping his hand under your bra.
His groping became more certain at your clear indication of eagerness before clothes were scattered on the floor while you stumbled your way to the bed, the soft kisses and kitten licks turning into kiss marks at the side of your neck and canines dragging along your skin. You gasped when he finally entered you, your arousal running down your quivering legs when he bottomed out of you the first time, his head throwing back as a silent sigh left his lips.
You were warm around him and you made the most delectable sounds every time he pushed into you that he couldn't help but crave more, more, more.
Your legs hooking around his waist was not enough, he needed to be closer to you, needed to be deeper in you. Your pussy fluttered around the sudden emptiness when he pulled out of you, the swollen tip of his erection dripping in pre. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips when your handsome lover fisted his cock, spreading the white bead all over your lower lips as he dragged his length along your needy sex.
He took you by surprise when his hand first found the underside of your thigh, pushing it up until your knee could almost touch your chest.
Your hand went to grip the sheets when he buried his entire length in you without warning, his pelvis now snug against the backside of your hips as he kept your leg in place. You tried to dig your nails into the bed for leverage as his pace picked up but he was faster, his free hand shooting up to intertwine with your fingers in a firm grasp before pinning it above your head.
Arching uncontrollably at this new angle he was fucking you in, the shocking waves of pleasure were too much to withhold. Your body grew hotter and hotter by the second and you tried to push yourself away from the mind-numbing sensation. But drunk in the ecstasy of your proximity and his primal instinct kicking in, his tail found your ankle before his mind even knew it when you dug your heel trying to scramble away. You couldn't help but whimper at the dominance of the act, the near possessive coil around your ankle making you feel as if you were in heat, craving to be filled and claimed by the only one who could make you feel so good.
His lips found yours hungrily as he leaned his weight against you, swallowing the sinful moan that ripped from the back of your throat when he hit the spongey spot deep inside you. Both of your legs bent and pressed against your body in the perfect position for him to ram into you, his hand squeezing yours each time he thrust.
"Schatz, mein schatz," wet, hot breath trailed at the side of your exposed neck as you made out the little you could understand from the drunken syllables strung together by his lust, "so beautiful, and all mine—"
His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, your only hand that he had not pinned down clinging desperately to his shoulder for leverage.
A possessive tick that would have scared him had he been in a clear state of mine overtook his reason and as you stared at him all lust-filled and glossy-eyed, a sudden anger rose at the pit of his stomach as his core tightened. Fresh marks were forming on your skin and it was certain that evidence of his passion would adorn your skin all over from how hard he was holding onto you.
But it did not seem to be enough.
The idea, no matter how faint and impossible it was, that someone else could have what was his and his alone made his blood boil.
"Gonna fill you up, liebling," you could only nod weakly in response with how good he was fucking you, his grunts snarly in your ear and dripping in want, "fill you up nice and full so you could feel it for days."
"Yes, yes please," his words were lost on you but god, would you say yes to anything he said as long as he kept doing what he was doing, "I'm yours, all yours!"
He moaned loudly at the thought, such a pretty noise coming from his lips as his cock ravished your abused hole. Bodies melt into one under the joint heat radiating off your skin, the soft fuzz of his fur sending tingles along your skin each time his body surged against yours.
Toe-curling rushes of euphoria washed over your body as he stilled inside of you, your walls clenching and spasming around him as you rode out your orgasm. Warmth flushed your senses as he came inside of you, hot desire pumping deep inside you like he promised. You returned gladly when he leaned down to kiss you while the last of his seed painted your insides. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you..." his voice cracking at the end of each word in a sudden moment of vulnerability, almost like he was on the verge of tears from the emotion and sensation filled high.
Kurt's body crashed into yours and his grip on you loosened as he opted to hold you against his chest inside. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, his scent soothing you as your bodies stayed connected. Still sensitive, you sighed weakly in contentment when he grew limp inside of you, his release threatening to leak out of you as your walls fluttered.
"I love you."
You heard his loving declaration from the back of his chest, his voice soft as his breathing slowly steadied.
You smiled, closing your eyes so that all you could feel was him, "I love you too."
The morning forest after a heavy downpour the night before, fire wood crackling in the distance, rough around the edges but mellows down the longer you let it lingers — Logan Howlett reminds me of Feuilles de Tabac by Miller Harris. The smell of pine and spice is unmistakable at the first whiff, with the smokiness of tobacco slipping out as the fresh leafiness dulled out. The sexy stranger who saw you lost on your trail and, albeit a bit condescendingly, point you your way while putting off a cig by throwing it to the damp muddy ground and stepping on it.
(my bottle is a gift from a friend and people sometimes tell me it smells too masculine for the way i dress? Feels validating to find out that its designed to be unisex, not that all fragrances arent inherently genderless anyways)
Thinking about Logan Howlett taking long drags of his cigar while fucking your face.
Short-fused and often brash, some might call him egotistic even. Whether he would agree with that general statement or not, seeing your eyes wide, lips opened, on your knees and obediently taking whatever he gives you definitely boosted his ego like nothing else. Sloppy noises of you slobbering all over his large cock are all that can be heard in the room except for the occasional exhales he took, a white cloud of smoke slipping from his lips in place of a moan as he thrust steadily into your wet, warm mouth.
Despite being a little rough on most other occasions, he is not mean about it. He knows his size and that a pretty thing like you, who stares at him all doe-eyed and batting your lashes while he treats you like a fuck toy, would definitely be struggling and gagging if he forced you to take his entire length (though the image turns him on like no other, he would have to admit). Slipping in no more than a half of his length each time, his large hand gripped at the back of your head and pushing you just a little deeper into him each time his hips bucked, the angry vein that snakes along the underside of his cock throbs whenever you moaned around him.
Logan’s throat bobbed at the vibration and your core ached when he stared at you through hooded lids, eyes narrowed and a dark glint behind his orbs. The thick cigar hung loosely on his lips as he pulled out of you, fisting himself with your saliva coating his shaft and white beads of pre leaking from the red tip.
He let out a growly chuckle, low and deep from the back of his broad chest, when you keep your mouth open for him, your tongue lolling out almost too eagerly for him.
You fought back the urge to taste him when he held himself against your face and teasingly dragged his tip along your bottom lips. You could almost taste the saltiness of his arousal and you whined when he pulled away to take a drag of his tobacco.
He was the most handsome man you had ever seen, let alone be yours when his chest rose slightly as he inhaled and his lips quivered just slightly as he exhaled, a quiet and content sigh leaving the back of his throat together with the smoke.
Your back straightened in anticipation when he put the cigar out and his full attention was finally on you.
“You are so good to me, bub,” he mumbled as his eyes racked up and down your form, your hands on your knees and waiting for him to ravage you as he took your face in his hot hands in a motion almost too gentle for that act you were engaged in, “too good.”
His breath hitched when you nuzzled your face against his cock, kissing the crown and making a show to moan when you tasted his semen.
“Think you could handle the whole thing?” He asked, his hands gripping your jaw. He watched as your lips hung wide open when you felt the pressure of his fingers.
He did not waste a single second when you gave him a small nod, shoving his hard cock all the way until it hit the back of your throat with both his hands at the back of your head. Your eyes immediately teared up at the stimulation, a soreness tugged at your nose when you uncontrollably gagged around his thickness. His pubic hair brushed against the tip of your nose and Logan finally let out the first, proper moan he had given you when he felt the muscle of your throat flexing around him.
Despite the mild discomfort, his look of bliss was enough for you to push it aside in a desperate attempt to please him just so he could give you more.
“That’s it, that’s it, take it all— fuck, you feel so good—“
A mixture of tears and drool streamed down your face as he thrust fast and shallow, keeping as much of his cock in your mouth as he could at all times. Your body burnt hot when he gripped your hair a bit too tightly, the slight pain at the base of your scalp making you arch your back uncontrollably. Your hands gripped at the back of his muscular thighs as he used you like a cock sleeve, profanities falling off his lips in rambles while he used your mouth to chase his high.
Your nails dug into his skin when he hilted, the pain making his eyes close and head roll back as he emptied himself into your mouth. Thick, white spurts of cum poured down your throat, leaking out of your lips and onto your chest when you could not help but gag despite your best attempt to swallow everything. Your nose buried deep in the base of his cock as he held your head still with a vice grip, his musky, masculine scent flooding your senses while you tried to breathe through flaring nostrils.
You could not help but take in a deep breath when he pulled out, your chest heaving and face flushed as you tried to come down from your lightheadedness. But even through the haziness that glossed over your brain, you opened your mouth to show him that you had been good and the silver strings that hung to your cavity were all that was left of his release.
Logan groaned at the primal possessiveness that the action elicited in him and smashed his mouth against yours, yanking you up just enough that your weak knees gave in and you collapsed limply against his chest. The taste of himself on your lips made his cock twitch and you moaned into his rough kiss when you felt calloused hands roaming all over your body.
Your voice was hoarse for days to come by the time he was finally done with you and you refused to acknowledge it when the others brought it up, not missing the slight smirk that tugged at your lover's lips as he looked in the other direction.
Wow ppl are probably gonna think im a one trick pony the way i always sneak in similar tropes but i do love the imagery of your favs wanting to hold your hand during sex
Send a symbol for my Muse’s reaction to yours unintentionally (?):
✤ - Moving/putting up their hair, showing off the back of their neck
✥ - Popping a button on their shirt, showing their chest / a bit of cleavage
✦ - Rolling up their sleeves to keep cool, showing off their forearms
❉ - Stretching their arms up, showing their midriff
❥ - Bending over in a short skirt / shorts / tight pants, showing off dat booty
❦ - Changing clothes facing away, showing off their back
❧ - Hiking up their skirt / pant leg, showing off some leg and/or thigh
❃ - Fighting with their belt for some reason, showing off some hip/waist
❂ - Scratching at a bug bite under their shirt, showing off their side
❁ - Wearing a top that’s too big for them, showing off their collarbone / shoulders
❀ - BONUS TOUCH EDITION: Asking your Muse to help put sun screen / lotion / medical salve on a wound anywhere else
Warning: unprotected p in v sex, mating press, slight breeding kink, pussy drunk Kurt, mild possessiveness, pwp
Word count: ~1.3k
Tears pricked the corner of your eyes and the springs of your poor mattress creaked beneath your back each time the joint weight of your bodies sunk down into the rumpled sheets. The salacious mewls of your own voice rang in your ear together with slurring words in a language you did not understand rumbling against your skin in between his near animalistic grunts.
"Kurt— hmph! Oh, oh, right there—"
When you think about taking intimacy with Kurt to the next stage, you had guessed mutually respectful making out, second base at a god-respecting distance, and maybe some biblical approved (post-marital) missionary at its furthest.
Whatever expectation you had in mind, it was not this.
He was not the most muscular mutant on the team by far, but even his lean muscles could keep you trapped under him with his entire weight flushed against yours. Your vision fogged over each time his cock hilted in you, slamming hard and deep at a merciless pace. The stiff tip of his length rubbed against your sensitive walls and his grip on your thigh deepened every time you squeezed around him as if you were still begging for more.
Being with Kurt was a dream come true. He was charming, chivalrous, well-mannered without being dull. Even his touch on your skin when you pulled him into your room and locked the door behind you was gentle, his glowing eyes on you constantly as his hand inched higher and higher into your shirt like he was ready to back away the moment you showed any hint of regret. But you were determined to show him how badly you wanted him after waiting for so long. His back stiffened when the tip of his finger reached the underside of your chest and you arched your back into his touch, gripping him by the wrist and slipping his hand under your bra.
His groping became more certain at your clear indication of eagerness before clothes were scattered on the floor while you stumbled your way to the bed, the soft kisses and kitten licks turning into kiss marks at the side of your neck and canines dragging along your skin. You gasped when he finally entered you, your arousal running down your quivering legs when he bottomed out of you the first time, his head throwing back as a silent sigh left his lips.
You were warm around him and you made the most delectable sounds every time he pushed into you that he couldn't help but crave more, more, more.
Your legs hooking around his waist was not enough, he needed to be closer to you, needed to be deeper in you. Your pussy fluttered around the sudden emptiness when he pulled out of you, the swollen tip of his erection dripping in pre. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips when your handsome lover fisted his cock, spreading the white bead all over your lower lips as he dragged his length along your needy sex.
He took you by surprise when his hand first found the underside of your thigh, pushing it up until your knee could almost touch your chest.
Your hand went to grip the sheets when he buried his entire length in you without warning, his pelvis now snug against the backside of your hips as he kept your leg in place. You tried to dig your nails into the bed for leverage as his pace picked up but he was faster, his free hand shooting up to intertwine with your fingers in a firm grasp before pinning it above your head.
Arching uncontrollably at this new angle he was fucking you in, the shocking waves of pleasure were too much to withhold. Your body grew hotter and hotter by the second and you tried to push yourself away from the mind-numbing sensation. But drunk in the ecstasy of your proximity and his primal instinct kicking in, his tail found your ankle before his mind even knew it when you dug your heel trying to scramble away. You couldn't help but whimper at the dominance of the act, the near possessive coil around your ankle making you feel as if you were in heat, craving to be filled and claimed by the only one who could make you feel so good.
His lips found yours hungrily as he leaned his weight against you, swallowing the sinful moan that ripped from the back of your throat when he hit the spongey spot deep inside you. Both of your legs bent and pressed against your body in the perfect position for him to ram into you, his hand squeezing yours each time he thrust.
"Schatz, mein schatz," wet, hot breath trailed at the side of your exposed neck as you made out the little you could understand from the drunken syllables strung together by his lust, "so beautiful, and all mine—"
His name rolled off your tongue like a mantra, your only hand that he had not pinned down clinging desperately to his shoulder for leverage.
A possessive tick that would have scared him had he been in a clear state of mine overtook his reason and as you stared at him all lust-filled and glossy-eyed, a sudden anger rose at the pit of his stomach as his core tightened. Fresh marks were forming on your skin and it was certain that evidence of his passion would adorn your skin all over from how hard he was holding onto you.
But it did not seem to be enough.
The idea, no matter how faint and impossible it was, that someone else could have what was his and his alone made his blood boil.
"Gonna fill you up, liebling," you could only nod weakly in response with how good he was fucking you, his grunts snarly in your ear and dripping in want, "fill you up nice and full so you could feel it for days."
"Yes, yes please," his words were lost on you but god, would you say yes to anything he said as long as he kept doing what he was doing, "I'm yours, all yours!"
He moaned loudly at the thought, such a pretty noise coming from his lips as his cock ravished your abused hole. Bodies melt into one under the joint heat radiating off your skin, the soft fuzz of his fur sending tingles along your skin each time his body surged against yours.
Toe-curling rushes of euphoria washed over your body as he stilled inside of you, your walls clenching and spasming around him as you rode out your orgasm. Warmth flushed your senses as he came inside of you, hot desire pumping deep inside you like he promised. You returned gladly when he leaned down to kiss you while the last of his seed painted your insides. "I love you, I love you I love you I love you..." his voice cracking at the end of each word in a sudden moment of vulnerability, almost like he was on the verge of tears from the emotion and sensation filled high.
Kurt's body crashed into yours and his grip on you loosened as he opted to hold you against his chest inside. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, his scent soothing you as your bodies stayed connected. Still sensitive, you sighed weakly in contentment when he grew limp inside of you, his release threatening to leak out of you as your walls fluttered.
"I love you."
You heard his loving declaration from the back of his chest, his voice soft as his breathing slowly steadied.
You smiled, closing your eyes so that all you could feel was him, "I love you too."
Marvel and DC comic book characters, and other long running characters like The Doctor from Doctor Who, James Bond, or The Simpsons, being stuck in a specific unending status quo eternally can be frustrating as a fan, but I think if you look at it from an in-universe perspective there's a certain compelling tragedy to it. It's just another form of being doomed by the narrative.
Long running franchise characters are essentially cursed to a sisyphean existence where they can never permanently win against the evils they fight against, they can never really change the world, and they can hardly ever fully overcome their own personal flaws. In a sense, this can be relatable. We in the real world can change, individually or societally, and we should work to do so, but it can often feel like we're stuck in a cycle repeating the same things over and over again, individually and societally. The only happiness long running franchise characters can have is that they must find peace with their stunted corporate mandated existence. One must imagine sisyphus happy. I really like when franchise media leans into this tragedy, Ram V's run on detective comics is a good example. You can also read that subtext into the Doctor Who episode Heaven Sent.
This list is designed with fans who have little to no knowledge of X-Men comics in mind and with an emphasis on what I would call "fangirl appeal". Each title is listed in chronological order with descriptions, a reading order, and my reasoning for each of them under the readmore for those who need it. In my opinion, all of them are good places to start!*
I primarily read comics on Marvel's official app (marvel unlimited) but hoopla (free through many public libraries) and comixology are other good options for online reading. If you want physical copies you'll get the best deals at your local comic shop or on ebay.
If you have criticisms, additions, or continuity question feel free to hit up my ask box!
SERIES:
❥ Uncanny X-Men by Chris Claremont (1975)
❥ Excalibur by Chris Claremont (1988), Alan Davis (1991), and Warren Ellis (1994)
❥ Uncanny X-Men by Joe Casey (2001)
❥ Nightcrawler (2004)
❥ Uncanny X-Force by Rick Remender (a controversial choice since this isn't main universe/616 Kurt) (2010)
❥ Amazing X-Men (2014)
❥ Nightcrawler (2014)
OTHER RANDOM ISSUES**:
❥ Guardians Team-Up #6
❥ Moon Girl and Devil Dinosaur #17 (2017)
*with the exception of Uncanny X-Force. I wouldn't read this until you have a grip on 616 Kurt's characterization.
**these are primarily team ups I discovered through my habit of buying random comics with Kurt on the cover. I'll add more if I remember them.
Uncanny X-Men by Chris Claremont (1975) was an ongoing team book. The sixteen years of it that were written by Claremont are the iconic building blocks upon which all other X-Men comics are built. It's the book Nightcrawler was on from 1975 to 1988 (#94-227) after he was recruited by Professor X. Unfortunately, Kurt is rarely the main character. He has a lot of standout moments but is more likely to just be part of the team. If you like a sweet, sarcastic, curly haired Nightcrawler with terrible fashion sense this book might be for you!
How to start reading it:
Giant-Size X-Men #1 (his introduction, basically a series pilot that rebooted the X-Men).
Uncanny X-Men #94 (directly follows giant-size)
From there you can read numerically.
Read as much uncanny as you want. If it gets boring/isn't for you try Excalibur!
Specific issue recs if you don't want to start at the beginning:
#110: The X-Men fight a villain of the week who traps them in the danger room with the safety controls off. It's also the first (I think?) time the X-Men play baseball together. Kurt is really fun in this issue!
#123 & 124: The X-Men fight Arcade for the first time. The issues are split pretty evenly between the whole team but Kurt has some really good moments.
#139 & 140: Kurt goes to Canada with Wolverine. They fight a Wendigo with the canadian super-team Alpha Flight and he becomes the first X-Man to learn Wolverine's real name. The art in this is really expressive. Kurt makes a lot of good faces.
#168: This issue isn't primarily about Kurt but it is the one where he does the Burt Reynolds cosmo centerfold pose for his girlfriend.
#169: Continues from 168. Opens with Kurt in the bath with his girlfriend. He then teleports around the city naked to save someone.
#183: Kurt and Wolverine take Colossus out drinking after he breaks up with Kitty. Kurt is there as "mediator" because he knows Logan is mad about the way Piotr treated Kitty. They end up getting into a fight with the Juggernaut at the bar.
#204: Kurt restores his faith and self confidence by taking on Arcade solo when he sees a woman being kidnapped off the street.
Excalibur by Chris Claremont, Alan Davis, and Warren Ellis (1988-1998) was a self-contained ongoing comic that ran through the late 80's up through the mid 90's. Excalibur is the British X-Men adjacent team that Kurt joined and then became unofficial leader of when he thought the other X-Men had died. Excalibur is more magic and fantasy based than X-Men usually is. As written by Chris Claremont it's also basically a sex farce. I consider this book a definitive characterization of the character. The art by Alan Davis in the first ~50 issues is the sexiest Nightcrawler has ever been and probably ever will be. If you like a classically handsome, confident, overtly sexy Nightcrawler this series might be for you.
How to start reading it:
Excalibur: The Sword is Drawn (shows the team being formed, basically the series pilot). There's a ton of Deep Lore and callbacks in it but if anything is important it will get explained more directly by narration.
Excalibur #1
From there you can read numerically
The first 67 issues are pretty consistently good but you can always stop After the Cros-Time Caper story if you want something more modern
If you want to keep reading after #67 I suggest skipping the issues written by Lobdell and going straight to the Warren Ellis era
Specific issue recs if you don't want to start at the beginning:
#4: The beginning of the Kurt/Meggan/Brian love triangle. Includes the infamous page where Kurt and Meggan nearly kiss.
#16: Another infamous issue. The team land in a new universe and get separated. Kurt fights some air ship pirates before getting seduced and fucked just barely off panel by an Evil Queen. He also ends up wearing some really skimpy "battle armor" towards the end. It's truly incredible that this was even allowed to be published.
#23: Judge Dredd parody. The team land in a new universe and get separated (again). Kurt has some really great fight scenes against an alternate universe human version of himself and a really heartfelt story with that universes version of Meggan.
#44 & 45: The british government asks the team for help investigating a series of strange robberies in London. Everyone but Kurt is out of town on personal business and his leg is broken so he decides the thing to do is recruit the chaotic aliens helping rebuild the light house as a substitute team - his "N-Men"! If you read these issues by themselves just skip over the sections about the other characters.
Uncanny X-Men by Joe Casey (2001) (#395-409) was part of the ongoing Uncanny comic. It primarily follows a team of X-Men tracking down the Church of Humanity cult as they try to eradicate mutants. This run had a lot of different artists on it but they're all good. The aesthetics and vibes of this run are some of my favorites. Casey writes Kurt a bit more grounded and less jokey but without sacrificing any of the witty banter which I like. If you like a less human-looking Nightcrawler with glowing eyes and pointy teeth this series might be for you!
Nightcrawler (2004) is a twelve issue self-contained mini-series. It's the second of three Nightcrawler self titled minis and it's also my favorite! Kurt gets enlisted as basically a supernatural investigator by Storm after a group of children die mysteriously. He has three different love interest in this which the story even calls him out for at one point. The art is more grounded than the usual marvel house style which isn't for everyone but I personally enjoy it. If you like a softer nightcrawler or a Nightcrawler in street clothes this book might be for you!
Uncanny X-Force by Rick Remender (2010) (#20-35) was an ongoing team book. It's maybe my most controversial pick because it's the Nightcrawler from the Age of Apocalypse but I'm gonna count him because he's hot. He jumped universes to join X-Force (the X-Men's covert black ops team) in issue #11 during the period of time when main universe/616 Kurt was dead. The first arc he's in is all AoA stuff so you can skip it and start at #20 (the Otherworld arc) if you want. AoA Kurt is a darker, more violent version of the character who's only interested in revenge. A lot of Nightcrawler fans hated his inclusion on the team but I personally think he's great! It also helps that the art in this is done in this gorgeous almost abstract digital watercolor style. This version of Nightcrawler ends up dying in an event comic when the series ends but don't even worry about it. Also, maybe don't start with this one. If you like the idea of a start trek-style mirror universe Kurt try reading this!
Amazing X-Men (2014) was an ongoing team book. It's the series that brought Kurt back from the dead after his death several years earlier in a crossover event. It's a really good jumping on point for modern Nightcrawler but the plot is kind of bonkers. If you read it try not to think too hard about the implications of that first arc. Most of the weirder stuff in it doesn't really matter outside of this book anyway. The art is really good - Kurt is very pretty in this. In the early issues he also has great romantic tension with Storm and Wolverine if you're in to that! It's very intertwined with the 2014 solo so if you like this definitely read that! If you like a lanky more cartoony Nightcrawler try this series and the 2014 miniseries!
Nightcrawler (2014) is a twelve issue self contained mini series. It takes place after the first arc of Amazing X-Men but can be read independently since narration explains everything that happened. I'll be honest, this series is fun but not very memorable. The art is nice, though. If you like a lanky more cartoony Nightcrawler try this series and Amazing X-Men!
