A/N: So I got this angsty season 7 AU idea from watching Olicity season 7 vids and well here we are.


Oliver had never felt a more crushing blow than when he heard the words Diaz found your Family. Your wife and son are dead.

He didn't want to believe it. He couldn't imagine a world where Felicity Smoak was dead, where his son was ripped from him. He couldn't imagine his family being gone.

He had made his choice five months ago. A choice that he believed would keep his family safe. But he was wrong. Unbelievably wrong.

Because of his stupid choice, he wasn't there to protect his family they were dead. His light was gone.

He dreaded when the guard informed him that he had a visitor. Against all rationality he had hoped with what little hope he left that it was his wife, coming to let him know that she and his son were okay.

When he took a seat and looked up and saw Diggle his face somber eyes full of regret that little bit of hope died and it was like ice wrapping around his heart.

"Oliver, I'm sorry, Diaz found Felicity and William but we were too late." Diggle pressed the back of his hand to his mouth, releasing a shuddering breath. "I fail you. I failed them. I failed Felicity."

Oliver dropped the phone and stood slowly, his eyes hardening over as he walked away from the glass telling the guard in a cold voice to take him back.

Returning to his cell and having Felicity and William's smiling faces staring back at him through his beloved picture was like a knife twisting in every nerve of his body.

Hate unlike anything he ever felt before settled in his heart, wiping away everything good inside him, leaving nothing behind but grief and vengeance.

He was going to get out and he was going to hunt Diaz down and kill him.

The Green Arrow was done being the hero, now he would be whatever he had to be to avenged his son and the love of his life. No matter the cost.


A/N: I need help I can't stop myself from writing more Olicity even though I have several multi-chapters I'm currently working on.

Somebody tell me not to write this. Tell me I have too many stories and I need to stop.