" Who would've though" a color purple themed love story !!

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Taraji's friend falls for Fantasia . But will their friendship sustain when she finds out Taraji wants her too?

Three months after their devastating breakup, Taraji P. Henson sits alone in her mountaintop mansion in Calabasas, haunted by the woman she pushed away. Fantasia Barrino has fled to Charlotte, desperate to erase every memory of their two-year relationship, deleting photos, boxing up physical memories, and rebuilding a life that doesn't revolve around loving someone who couldn't love her back. When Taraji sends a letter across the country, a fragile attempt at reaching the woman she's never stopped loving, she sets in motion a correspondence that will force them both to confront the question that destroyed them: Can love survive when one person builds walls, and the other refuses to stop knocking?

Fantasia and Taraji because it's needed :)) note: this is fiction ! don't be weird!

Started as a one-shot now we here! Taraji and Fantasia are left haunted by a moment they can't explain-and a connection they can't ignore. This is a pure Tarasia love story, old school romance for the hopeless romantic in you. A lil razzle dazzle but this is a feel good story, may have to look elsewhere for the excessive drama or trauma. Enjoy!

Two deadly assassins-Taraji (intersex) and Fantasia (Dom Femme)-are contracted to eliminate each other. But when they lock eyes on the battlefield, they realize the target is the one person they swore they'd never forget: their lost lover. Instead of pulling the trigger, they hatch a plan to fake each other's deaths, only to discover their greatest fight is yet to come-against the mob, the mafia, and fate itself.

An act of comfort. A night of passion. A secret that changes everything. When Fantasia, an intersex woman, makes love to her best friend's wife, it ignites a chain reaction no one can stop. Taraji's heart and body belong to Fantasia now, and when she walks away from her husband Terrance, their love becomes a declaration of war. In this story of lust, loyalty, and betrayal, every choice leaves a scar... and every heart learns the price of playing with fire.

Fantasia never thought folding laundry could feel like temptation. Best friends and partners in crime, she and Taraji have shared everything-jokes, secrets, trouble, and late-night escapes. But one quiet afternoon in the warmth of a sunlit room, the simple act of folding clothes turns into something far more dangerous: a slow unraveling of boundaries they've both pretended not to see. Taraji, bold and unashamed, pushes at every edge, teasing Fantasia past her comfort zone, past laughter, into the heat of wanting. Fantasia, intersex and still learning to claim her body with confidence, finds herself torn between the safety of friendship and the thrill of desire. As a single touch becomes a thousand, and playful banter turns into confessions neither can take back, the question lingers-once their hands wander past the fabric, will they be able to fold their friendship neatly again, or will passion leave it deliciously messy forever?