Letters.
Simple, small things, that could never be abused.
But, as we all know, they could be.
Though not quite in the same way as before.
See, Thomas Jefferson and Hamilton were absolute, full on rivals.
The two absolutely loathed each other with everything in them. They ran opposing political parties. Fought against each other in cabinet meetings. Slandered each other in papers. Hell, it was ruthless.
Hamilton had even debated trying to flirt with Jeffersonโs wife to piss him off. Jefferson almost threw a rock at Hamiltonโs window one day just because.
Safe to say, they did not like each other.
โฆ at least, thatโs what the public believed.
Behind the scenes, the rivalry was not everything that it seemed.
On Hamiltonโs part? Yes. Definitely. Absolutely. That man hated Jefferson with a fiery passion, and was passionate about making that very obvious to everyone and everything around him. But on Jeffersonโs part? Well โฆ
Jefferson had some โฆ other, feelings in mind.
Well, not in mind. Not willingly, at least. Hell, if Jefferson could stop this, he would. But alas, he had no such power.
And if youโre as tired as dancing around it was Jefferson was when he first realized? Jefferson had a crush on Hamilton.
And, he decided, what better way to cope with your crush on your rival then by becoming their secret admirer?
Jefferson had certainly been โฆ skeptical of the idea at first, but as his love for Hamilton grew, he only saw so many other choices.
Sit and rot with his feelings? Bury them? Die? WHAT?!
Jefferson began quietly writing letters - small, simple, sweet ones, and while he normally just kept them to himself โฆ he got an โฆ idea, one day.
When he had been walking past Hamiltonโs office, he saw that Hamilton was laying just โฆ out on his desk, papers scattered around, even his inkpot spilled over onto some documents he could only hope werenโt that important to him.
Normally, Jefferson wouldโve just ignored it. Maybe even use a quill to write something stupid on Hamiltonโs papers.
But today he just โฆ didnโt.
He thought of his own letters. Unsent, just sitting in his drawers. But what if โฆ
Jefferson instead he grabbed a quill and paper, writing down a simple note with a small heart at the end. โ You need to remember to sleep more! โค๏ธโ โ
And for a moment, he hesitated, before adding one small last line. โ - Your Secret Admirer โ
And walked out before he could stop himself from being such an idiot.
Jefferson had been doing it ever since.
Privately, of course. He could only imagine the fury Hamilton would have if he truly confessed โฆ and the shock if he learned Jefferson had been making the notes
Hamilton was shocked and stunned originally, to put it lightly, because why the Hell was there a random letter in his office while he slept???
But slowly, he actually kind of โฆ liked them.
Not that heโd admit it, ever, but the idea that somebody out there cared enough to bring him snacks when he wasnโt looking? It try to make sure he took care of himself? It was โฆ nice. And also he couldnโt say no to a free ego boost.
Jefferson noted how Hamilton seemed after he dropped off a note that day.
A bit prouder. A bit more passionate. He thought it was adorable, really, that some small notes from some unknown gave Hamilton such fire.
It had been another one of those days, where Jefferson had just slipped a note into Hamiltonโs office during a cabinet meeting (Jefferson had said he โ refused to spend the day with some Federalist worm screaming my ear off and pushing my sanity to its edges โ), strolling through the halls.
Suddenly, as he passed into the hall Hamiltonโs office was in, he noticed the man himself standing there.
Not just, but with one of Jeffersonโs notes in his hands. Hamilton blinked, quickly hiding the paper, but it was too late.
Jefferson scoffed, a grin on his face, the act of hate sliding easily into place. โ What? Got yourself a love letter or something? โ