#definitely stole the name ellie from broadchurch

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Will you make a tommy x daughter imagine?? Like where she gets mad/jealous he gets with grace? Please & thank you!

Here you go! I’m not super happy with this one so I may redo it in the future, possibly with a different plot line. Thank you for your support

Ellie shouldered her way to the back of the crowd at the Epsom Derby, until she found herself in the nearly empty bar room. The floors were covered in hay and dirt, but someone had went to enormous effort to make it suitable for the elites who came to watch the horses. She stepped her way behind the bar and started rummaging around for any spare drinks that had been left behind after the race had ended and the chaos that the Blinders caused. Ellie was just about to give up, when she saw a spare bottle of champagne at the back of one of the shelves under the bar. She grabbed it and held it up victoriously; for the first time that day, something was going according to her. It was bad enough that she only barely managed to get her father’s approval to come to the races (and even then she and Finn had to watch while the others did the dirty work), but now she couldn’t even find her father.

As she opened the bottle, she tried to push away the sense of worry that was growing in the pit of her stomach. Why hadn’t anyone seen Thomas Shelby? Ellie gripped the bottle by the neck and threw herself over the edge of the bar, perching herself on the countertop. At the edge of the bar, she could see two women, both of which looked very familiar, but Ellie was too wrapped in her own worry and booze to place a positive identity on either of them.

“Bloody Shelbys,” She muttered to herself and left the bar to find her Uncle Arthur or Aunt Polly to go home. By the time they got home, the moon was already high in the sky and Ellie’s patience was wearing thin. The ride home had been one long, sweaty mess in the back of a truck with little air and even less to drink. The single bottle of champagne had been passed around until it was empty, much to her displeasure. Fishing a key out of her pocket, Ellie contemplated going home or checking one last place for her father.

She changed direction and went to the Shelby Company Ltd. office, both relieved and angry when she saw a light on in the window of Thomas’s office. Ellie opened the door and leaned herself on the doorframe of the office. Her father was leaning back in his chair, lazily swirling a glass of whiskey in his hand.

“Work always comes first, eh Dad?” She stepped to the side of the office and poured herself a drink from the glass decanter on the cabinet. The amber liquid only glowed in the faint lighting of the room. Turning on her heel, she plopped herself on the chair across from Thomas. He cracked on eye open at her and raised his eyebrow. 

“We’re drinking whiskey now, are we?” He asked and she nodded halfheartedly.

“It’s been a long day,” She studied his face and gently placed her glass down on the desk. Circling behind to his chair, she gently prodded the bruised and bloody skin around his cheek and eye. He winced slightly, but didn’t stop her, “Dad, what happened?”

He shook her off as he sat up higher in his chair, “I want to ask you something, love.”

“Anything,” She nodded and leaned on the front of the desk.

“I’m getting married,” He stated and Ellie clenched her teeth.

“You’re what?” She asked and immediately pushed herself off the desk, “You come home bruised and bloody after missing from the Derby-”

“I wasn’t missing,”

“No one could find you!” Ellie kept pacing around the office, unable to process the three words Thomas told her, “I expected an explanation, something, but instead, you tell me you’ve been shacking

up-”

“Ellie,”

“-with some whore!”

“Elizabeth!” He shouted. Thomas rarely raised his voice, especially not to his daughter. She turned to look at him. Her jaw was clenched and there was a cold fury in her eyes.

“Who is it?”

Tommy took a deep breath. “Grace,” He deadpanned.

“Grace?” She asked. Ellie took a step towards her father and raised an eyebrow, “Grace? The woman who sold you and your best mate to the British government? The woman who is married and lives in in Poughkeepsie in America?”

“You’ve been reading my letters?” Thomas asked, his anger shifting into confusion, and Ellie swore silently in her mind.  

“That’s not the point,”

“Isn’t it?” Thomas went around his desk and grabbed a handful of papers from the top drawer and inspected them closely. On the part where the top flap met the bottom of the envelope were slight wrinkles in the paper. Thomas had previously thought them to be remnants of poor weather and storage, but he realized now it was from someone opening and resealing the envelope with care,  “I see. Clever.”

“I just have one question, Dad, just one,” Ellie bit her lip and continued on when Tommy didn’t say anything, “When did she become more important than me?”

It took a moment for Thomas to even process the question, “Why would you think that?”

“She’s all you ever think about, even if you deny it,”

“Ellie…” 

“She broke you and still you love her?” Ellie took a deep breath, “I see your face, when you think no one’s looking,” Thomas kept his mouth shut. Sometimes he forgot his daughter was more observant than he thought, that she wasn’t a little girl anymore. He put his drink down and walked over to his daughter. Her gaze was fixed onto the floor, but he could see the wet shine of tears in her eyes. He gently grabbed the sides of her face and forced her to look into his eyes.

“No one’s more important than you, eh?” He said and Ellie nodded. She felt like a little girl again, safe in her father’s arms, despite the shitty world around them. She stepped forward and pulled herself into his chest and nodded vigorously, tears streaming down her face, “Love you, El.”

“Love you, too, Dad.”