Meglanning Stories

Just a random collection of one-shots on the women's cricket, cause I keep getting ideas and I have to get them out somewhere, and also a lot of them are inspired by songs and moments that I can't wait to write into a whole long fic. So send requests if you have any, it can be any couple or duo, and also some alternative settings if you want. Few, that I will not write(No hate, just doesn't inspire any inspiration): Radha x Jemi Smriti x Jemi(too sibling-like for me to write anything romantic, but platonic is welcomed.) Harman x Smriti(No hate, just there are so many good stories out there, I might cater to only the ones with fewer fics.)

It was never just the ball. It's the way Ashleigh Gardner finds her. The way she looks at her like it means something. Smriti doesn't believe in overthinking. But some things don't go away. And some smiles aen't as simple as they seem

Ellyse Perry and Meg Lanning were more than just cricket legends, they were the cornerstone of a golden era for Australian cricket, their friendship as legendary as their on-field achievements. But time, pressure, and life have a way of changing even the strongest of bonds. How do they navigate the unspoken feelings of respect, regret, and care that linger long after a friendship fractures? This story is about two people who know each other's game better than anyone else yet must now learn to read each other again off the field, wondering if they can ever rebuild the partnership that once defined them, not just as players, but as people.

yeahhh thats itt, im gay for all these women and love to write about them, requests are open if anyone has any!!

After years of ruling the pitch together, Meg Lanning and Ellyse Perry find themselves on opposite sides of retirement, routine, and reality. When Meg quietly steps away from the game, Ellyse is left behind, adrift, haunted by memories and versions of her best friend that no longer exist. As both women navigate the pressures of fame, the ache of absence, and the hidden battles of mental health, they begin to unravel the truth: sometimes, losing someone who's still alive can hurt more than grief. But in the quiet aftermath of everything unsaid, something gentler begins to grow.