The Veil Trilogy | W. L. O’Fallon #FantasyWriter

🌀 Behind the Veil, the story unfolds. This is where I dream aloud: lore drops, concept art, alt scenes, and shadow-deep thoughts. Multiverse fusion. Soulmagic. Hermione x Magneto. ✨ Watch the rebellion rise, one ripple at a time.

[hermagneto]

🖊️ Why I Write Fanfiction

I write fanfiction because the stories I was given were broken.

They showed me magic, but not healing. Power, but not freedom. Survival, but not peace. They told me this was the best I could hope for—a world that only fixed itself halfway, a story that left people broken.

I don’t accept that.

So I write to change it. I write to show what happens when people stop surviving and start creating. I write to reclaim the ending, to choose love over punishment, truth over silence, freedom over control.

I write because found family is sacred, because memory heals, and because I believe the better world is ours to build.

I write to make the invisible visible—the hidden stories, the quiet revolutions, the people who should never have been erased. I write to reveal what’s been forgotten, to rewrite what’s been corrupted, to heal what’s been wounded.

I write because I am non-binary, because I live fluidly beyond the boxes the world tries to put me in. I do not support J.K. Rowling’s views on gender and trans identities. I write to reclaim the magic she misused, to restore the wonder she left behind.

But I do not write from hate. Not even toward her. I believe she is hurting. I see how fear twists people, how power isolates, how systems reward division. It doesn’t make it right—but I don’t believe hate fixes what’s broken. I believe in healing over punishment.

Sometimes I wonder… Is it really people who change, or the veil that twists them? This world has a habit of turning heroes into villains, feeding on fear and turning wounds into weapons. Maybe she was changed by the system, by beliefs hardened over time, by power reinforcing her worst assumptions.

And that’s exactly why I write:

To break the cycle before it repeats again.

To rewrite the story, to choose compassion without surrendering truth.

To build a world where healing is stronger than fear.

Every story I write is a practice run for reality. Every chapter is a blueprint. Every scene is a portal. Because everything I write comes true.

I’m not just building worlds on paper. I’m writing the world I want to live in—and I know it will manifest around me.

I don’t wait for permission. I don’t wait for canon. I write, and the world follows.

📢 The Veil Rising is live! ✨ Prologue available now on AO3 and Fanfiction.net:

📖 AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/66800152 📖 FF.net: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14483522/1/The-Veil-Rising

🖊️ Chapter 1 drops July 31st Currently writing Chapter 2!

This is a story about breaking cycles, reclaiming lost magic, and building the world we deserved but never got. Found family, shadow reclamation, myth-making—woven across fandom lines.

📣 Writers, fanfiction authors, beta readers—you are welcome in this journey. Come follow, comment, share your thoughts, and help me bend the narrative back toward healing.

📣 Calling all writers, fanfiction creators, and beta readers! If you believe in the power of storytelling to heal, reclaim, and rewrite broken worlds—this space is for you.

✍️ Whether you:

Craft fanfiction to fix what canon forgot,

Write original worlds where found family thrives,

Beta read with compassion and curiosity,

Or just want to build a better world through words…

You’re invited to my Discord community: ✨ HERMAGNETO ✨ A cozy, creative rebellion where:

📚 Fanfic is respected as real storytelling

🖊️ Original works are nurtured

🪶 Beta readers are cherished

💬 Voice chats, writing sprints, and myth-making are always welcome

We write because the world needs new stories. We rewrite because some stories left people behind. And together, we build worlds where we all belong.

Drop in, grab a cup of coffee, and let’s make magic through words. Click the Image below & if it doesn't work please let me know in the comments! Thanks so much!

[hermagneto]

I write for mostly the same reasons you do and I had been feeling so alone about that. Thanks for putting it into words.

I’m glad that my words resonated with you! I know how lonely it is writing for the reasons I do. So knowing that we are not alone. Is very helpful. Even for me. I started my masters program this year and my writing has been slowed down due to that. But I’m working on putting time aside to work on it once more because everything I work on is not enough work for me.

Sending the 🫂 we all need time to time!

[hermagneto]

🌙 Beta Reader Appreciation Post 🌙

I somehow lucked into the loveliest beta reader, and I want to say this loudly because gratitude deserves air.

We’re beta reading for each other, and it’s been genuinely wonderful. They’ve been helping me fix and refine chapters I’ve already uploaded, catching things my eyes skated past and helping the story become what I meant it to be in the first place.

In return, I’m beta reading their work too, and it’s been such a good creative exchange. Thoughtful notes, enthusiasm, patience, and actual care for the story on both sides. This is the dream, honestly.

A quick housekeeping note so no one is confused: I’ve been editing AO3 only so far. I may not update the revised chapters on FanFiction.net or Wattpad, simply because doing three platforms is a lot of time and energy. AO3 will always have the most up-to-date version.

Anyway, this is just me being grateful. Writing can be lonely, and this has made it feel a lot less so. 🖤

[hermagneto]

🔥 Spoiler Alert – Chapter 5 Excerpt 🔥

Hermione dreams of a corridor, and a conversation with Professor Riddle that feels too real. Power has a voice—and it knows her name.

📖 Read The Veil Rising: AO3 | FF | Wattpad

Hermione dreamed of Hogwarts—not the clean version memory gives you when it’s trying to be kind, but the one the castle knows is true. Stones sweating old rain. Hallways that doubled back on themselves like snakes. The scent of wax, storm and secrets. She walked barefoot with wand in hand as a ghost among her own past.

She rounded a corner, and the world changed temperature. There, in a corridor washed in moonlight, a handsome professor leaned one shoulder against the wall, hands folded like a prayer he didn’t believe in. His expression was calm; his eyes were not. Tom Riddle’s smile was polished to a mirror.

“You are far from home,” he said, as if offering a kindness. “And further from yourself.”

“Dreams are convenient places for liars,” Hermione answered.

“Then don’t trust me,” he said, smiling. “Trust the mark.” His gaze fell to the faint scar seared into her palm—a cursed locket’s truth, burned there by what should never have been. “What touched you once, can touch you again.”

“Not if I erase the path,” she said, as the Veil beneath her feet trembled in recognition. The ghost of something once lost brushed her throat like memory turned to frost. The locket’s vileness lingered in thought alone, and she wished it was buried beyond recall.

Riddle’s smile softened by half-shades the human eye mistakes for sincerity. “Muggle-born Registration is a blunt instrument for frightened men. It was useful. It is no longer necessary. You are not a muggleborn, Hermione. You were never merely human. You are a manifestation of magic. Come back across the pond, and there is a place for you that requires no registry.”

“You mean at your side?” Hermione’s voice shook, but her stance held. She stepped back, wand lifted, and the Veil whispered between them

“I mean the winning side,” he corrected gently. “The side that recognizes what you are. Britain will kneel to power that can rewrite the rules of rooms and hours. Come home.”

The corridor shuddered. For a breath, she saw not the school but a Ministry dais flanked by banners, and herself upon it—not chained, but crowned. Her stomach rebelled; the Veil hissed. The crown cracked and became a collar; the dais became a pillory; the applause became a ritual.

“Not happening,” she said.

He watched the refusal land, and his eyes—those ancient, accountant eyes—flickered. He adjusted. “Exceptions are the prerogative of rulers,” he said smoothly. “You are an exception.”

“Exceptions are just cages with cushions,” she said.

A tremor ran through the stones. The Veil interposed itself, cold and lucid, and Riddle’s shape split on the seam for a heartbeat—one handsome, one serpentine. The handsome one’s smile sharpened.

“You will tire,” he said, soft as a blessing. “Come home before you do.”

The hall collapsed in the rain. Hermione woke with a fist in the sheets and the taste of iron in her mouth.

[hermagneto]

🔥 Spoiler Alert – Chapter 5 Excerpt 🔥

Some conversations wait for the right moment. Others are already in motion before you even know they’ve begun.

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Excerpt:

The corridor outside was cooler, quieter—just the muted thump of distant training sessions and the faint scent of machine oil. Her boots tapped a steady rhythm toward the showers and the fatigue of the fight pulled at her shoulders. Halfway down the hall, a voice reached her without strain. “Hermione—if you have a moment before dinner.” She stopped. Professor Xavier waited in his chair, positioned as if he’d been there for some time. The lighting caught the rims of his glasses, obscuring his eyes just enough to make the invitation feel less like a question and more like an inevitability. His hands rested on the armrests, perfectly still and perfectly composed. Sweat clung under her collar. The grit of the simulation still itched on her skin. “Let me get presentable. Then we’ll talk.” He inclined his head once. “Very well. Meet me in my office, Hermione.”

[hermagneto]

🔥 Spoiler Alert – Chapter 5 Excerpt 🔥

The Veil doesn’t just watch—it chooses. And today, it decided Hermione Granger wasn’t here to follow.

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Excerpt:

Four sets of eyes locked on her the moment he pushed the door open, and the Veil stirred sharper this time, as if it was paying attention. “McCoy, we have one more,” Logan said, steering Hermione into the center of the room. “Granger is the lead.” A blur of motion cut through her before she could take a step. A thin girl in a black jumpsuit, lavender racing stripes running down her sides, phased straight through Hermione’s body like a rush of cold air. She materialized in front of Logan, shoving him back a half-step with surprising force. “Granger can’t lead—she hardly knows us.” The newcomer’s voice was low, edged with challenge. Her gaze snapped to Hermione, raking her up and down. “Do you even have any powers? I’ll take the lead.” “I have what I need, Pryde.”  Hermione crossed her arms, the words clipped. Her gaze flicked to Hank, then to Logan—steady anchors on either side. And my magic… but that’s not up for discussion here.

[hermagneto]

Taking the Stories Back:

A Fanfiction Manifesto

I do not write for profit. I do not write to keep the machine running. I do not write because the author asked me to.

I write because they took something from us— and I am taking it back.

When a story fractures under the weight of fear, when endings betray their beginnings, when love is silenced, when power is twisted into chains— I do not stand by.

I take up my pen, my keyboard, my voice, and I walk back into the shattered world.

I find the forgotten, I lift the broken, I resurrect the dreams that were buried alive.

Fanfiction is not theft. It is remembrance. It is rebellion. It is reclamation.

These worlds do not belong to one. They belong to all of us who wept with the heroes, bled with the villains, breathed magic into their lungs and felt our own hearts move.

I write to fix what they broke. I write to make it whole again. I write to return the story to the people who loved it first and loved it best.

I do not do it for money. I do not do it for fame. I do it because this is how we win— page by page, line by line, taking the stories back and setting them free.

📖 If you haven’t yet, you can join the rebellion by reading it here: 🔗 AO3 🔗 Fanfiction.net 🔗 WattPad

💬 Keep leaving those tiny hearts and big theories—I read them all. And when Chapter 5 drops… well, let’s just say Magneto won’t be whispering anymore. ⚡🌀

[elleldoe]

a comment a day keeps the insanity at bay

[darkmoongodess]

Dear Anonymous: Kindly Fuck Off

Anonymous: Hire a real artist. Me: I am a real artist—kindly fuck off. Anonymous: If you’re a real artist, why are you lazy and using AI? Me: If you don’t like AI, you can kindly get off my page. 🎨 Me: Here’s my art. (posts masterpiece) 🔥 Mic dropped. Anonymous: Oh wow, you make amazing stuff… I don’t know why you don’t make more artwork yourself instead of using AI. Me: Kindly fuck off. I do all the work. It’s my art. I put the vision, the prompts, the soul into it—hell, I even hand my own artwork to the AI to play with. It’s my magic made bigger. AI is just a tool that helps me make it real. Now, it’s time for you to leave me alone & go bug someone else. Anonymous: Wow… I thought you were nice and we could be friends. Me: You’re anonymous. How the hell do we become friends if you can’t even show your face?

🚫 Get the fuck off my page. BLOCKED. 🖤🔥

[darkmoongodess]

🚫 YOU HAVE BEEN BLOCKED 🚫

Questions are for questions not backseat driving instructions on how I should live or create. If you don’t even have the courage to show your face and say it directly, you’ve already lost.

Cowards don’t get my time. GTFO. 🖤✨ BYE!

[darkmoongodess]

🚫 Anonymous Mode: OFF 🚫

Congrats to the few who thought “Ask Me Anything” was code for “Tell me what to do, how to do it, and beg me to spam your blogs.”

Because of you, every genuine soul who wanted to send a real question anonymously no longer can.

You ruined it for everyone. And yes—that’s on you. 🖤🔥

[darkmoongodess]

✨ Ask Me Anything ≠ Tell Me Everything ✨ Questions are welcome. Instructions are not.

I’m not here to spoon-feed anyone my content, and I’m definitely not here to bend myself to your will. You can kindly fuck off!

If it’s not your thing? Scroll on by. I’m doing what makes me happy, I don't give a fuck about what makes you happy!

I do not care if anyone sees my content. I make this and my other blogs for myself. I've been writing into the VOID with no response for years. I don't need your bullshit.

IF YOU DO NOT HAVE A LEGITIMATE QUESTION

GTFO (GET.THE.FUCK.OUT.)!!! BYE FELICIA!!!

[nightshine72]

I need you to understand that when I say "comments are appreciated!" I mean that I will reply to every one of them. I mean that an email with an ao3 notification has a higher priority than a message from my mother. I mean that I will have entire discussions in the comment section if you're up for it. Message me on tumblr and I will have the same discussions on an even more unhinged level. I will dissect entire personalities and ships and fictional political structures and worldbuilding with you. I will become your new best friend. You already ARE my new best friend. At the last battle, I would raise Anduril and say "For my ao3 readers" while a single tears rolls down my cheek, and dive into the fray. I would upload from beyond the grave if someone asked about the next chapter

[hermagneto]

Ditto. I absolutely drop everything to read comments. They make me smile on a sad day.

[hermagneto]

✨ Tiny Hearts, Big Feels ✨

One small kudos… one giant pulse for this mutant-witch kind. 🖤

Every kudos counts, every little heart means someone out there connected with Hermione bending steel, walking veils, and refusing to be caged. 🖤

✨ YOU ALL MEAN THE WORLD TO ME.

To those who’ve left kudos (and the brave souls who’ve dropped comments)… thank you. You’re the threads stitching this story to life.

I write because I have to—but knowing these words reached you, even in whispers, makes the Veil hum louder.

📖 If you haven’t yet, you can join the rebellion here: 🔗 AO3 🔗 Fanfiction.net 🔗 WattPad

💬 Keep leaving those tiny hearts and big theories—I read them all. And when Chapter 5 drops… well, let’s just say Magneto won’t be whispering anymore. ⚡🌀

[hermagneto]

⚡ Surprise Drop! Chapter 4 NOW LIVE

I was supposed to hold Chapter 4 until Wednesday… but patience isn’t my strong suit. 😅 Hermione, Magneto, steel, and Veil threads refused to wait—so here we are…

✨ Title: The Veil Rising (Prologue + Chapters 1–4 live now) ✨ Fandoms: Harry Potter / X-Men / The Labyrinth ✨ Pairing: Magneto / Hermione Granger ✨ Rating: Mature ✨ Summary: A soulburst at age six shattered Hermione’s place in one world. Now she walks veils, absorbs shadows, and reweaves reality itself. Rewrite of No One Has a Mind Quite Like Yours. The world has shifted. Destiny isn’t what it used to be.

📖 Read it now: 🔗 AO3 | Fanfiction.net | WattPad

Psssst....Join me Monday August 4th, 2025 for...

☕ Mourning Coffee – “Twin Veils, One Spell” 📅 Monday, Aug 4th ⏰ 8AM–10AM SLT (10AM–12PM Chicago) 📻 Live on Dark Star Radio, broadcast from Carnevil in Secondlife 🎵 VIKING/PIRATE/FOLK METAL \m/

🎙️ We’re tearing into: 1️⃣ Why there’s not one trilogy, but TWO, mirroring each other 2️⃣ How fanfic fractures shadow worlds while Veilwalker heals them 3️⃣ What happens when Fear’s empire finally crumbles

👉 Stream it on Mixcloud, comment live, and join the witches rewriting reality.

🖤 And yes… Chapters 5 and 6 are where everything I’ve been holding back finally erupts. We have finally made it to where No One has a Mind Quite LIke Yours & The Veil Rising collide. I can’t wait to get there with you.

[hermagneto]

🔥 Spoiler Alert – Chapter 4 Excerpt 🔥

A quiet dinner at Xavier’s Mansion… new faces, nervous laughter, and a Veil-born witch trying to blend in...

📖 Read here: AO3 | FF | Wattpad

Except:

A young boy with green, scale-flecked skin and wide, eager eyes leaned forward first. “Hi,” he said quickly, voice cracking with excitement. “I’m Miles. You, uh… you made the lights flicker earlier. That was really cool.” Hermione hesitated but offered a polite nod. “Wasn’t on purpose.” Storm gave her shoulder a reassuring squeeze before stepping away toward the staff table, where several teachers were already seated. She murmured a few quiet words to a colleague before taking her seat, though her gaze drifted back to Hermione’s table now and then. Seated beside Miles, a girl with shimmering, glasslike skin smiled faintly. “Doesn’t matter,” she said gently. “It looked awesome. I’m Serena.” With a small, crystalline hand, she slid a basket of warm rolls toward Hermione. “You should eat. The first day here always feels like the whole school’s staring.” Across the table, a telekinetic named Evan flicked his spoon lazily, making it hover midair. “Where’re you from? You sound… not American.” “London,” Hermione answered softly, tearing off a piece of bread. “England.” Miles’ scales glittered as he grinned. “We’ve got a few Brits here, but you sound different. Kinda… posh. You, royalty or something?” Hermione gave him a flat, unamused look that made Serena laugh softly like chimes. “She doesn’t sound like royalty,” Serena teased, “she sounds like she’s got stories.” Evan tilted his head, eyes curious but kind. “So… what’s your thing? Your power? If you don’t wanna say, it’s cool—we’ve got kids here who can only turn invisible if they sneeze.” Hermione glanced down at the faint glow under her sleeve. “It’s… complicated,” she said softly. “Not a gift. More like… something I broke a long time ago, and now it keeps breaking me back.”

[wlofallon]

⚡ Spoiler Drop – The Veil Rising Chapter 4 Teaser ✨

📖 Read it here → AO3 | Fanfiction.net | Wattpad

⚠️ Minor spoilers below → scroll past if you’d rather wait! ⚠️

Snippet:

“I’m not—” she started, voice catching and the air shimmered faintly around her, the Veil responding to panic, bending the hallway’s edges until Hank’s silhouette seemed to ripple like heat haze. Tessa didn’t move, still crouched, eyes locked on Hermione with surgical precision. “See that?” she said softly, more to Hank than anyone. “Space doesn’t ripple for a telepath.” Hank sighed, adjusting his glasses with a finger. “Marvelous,” he murmured. “She destabilizes dimensional fabric and still manages teenage denial.” He set the medkit down with deliberate care. “Let’s not alert Charles just yet. Tea first, perhaps… then panic.” Scott exhaled through his nose, visor glinting red. “Agreed. Check them first.”

[hermagneto]

🔁 Reblogging where it belongs… 🖤

Didn’t mean to misplace you, spoiler. Glad you’ve finally found your proper home. 🥀✨

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