There is now a less dark version of this story called "Vader's Twins"
Warnings:
Panic Attacks Threats of Rape/Non-Con Vader needs to use his words Leia needs to listen Leia has a breakdown Dark Leia Organa Bad Parent Darth Vader Suicidal Thoughts No IncestChapter 1
It was the first time that Princess Leia had touched him. During the interrogation Vader had come close to touching her, but had not touched her with his own flesh. The cybernetics that made up his arms were good enough for everyday work, but the Force didn't move through them like it did through his skin; through his real body. But there, there with Moff Tarkin gloating about his great weapon, watching as a planet exploded, she moved back in horror. Vader's hand was on her shoulder, and she brushed his side. And even through the material that made up this shell that kept his body alive, she managed to touch him. And something happened, he felt something in the Force... Vader knew there was something. But what was this? She felt so... familiar. Familiar somehow but yet a stranger. The Force told him something significant, but, as usual, everything was clouded and murky. The Force didn't speak to him as it used to. Only through darkness, through gloom, and slowly as if it was having difficulty reaching him. Anger, rage, hatred- that part of the Force Vader could access easily and often, but this, this... softer side- that was something that required concentration. Meditation. So, Vader returned Princess Leia to her cell and went to his meditation room.
Taking off his helmet in the only place he could, Darth Vader started to meditate. For once not meditating on his anger or rage or resentment at his position as the dog of his Master. But instead meditating just to touch the Force. To question it; to see what this mysterious feeling was. It was not a surprise, exactly, that Princess Leia was sensitive to the Force. It explained her unusual resistance to his interrogation. But it was a surprise that her Force presence felt so familiar. And yet, even as he reached out, Vader never expected what he found.
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Leia had watched helplessly as her planet was destroyed. Locked in her tiny cell, she couldn't help but contemplate her fate. She heard footsteps coming towards the door and knew that her end was near. The footsteps stopped at her prison cell. Princess Leia stood, anxious and afraid but hiding it as best she could. Grand Moff Tarkin had told her that she was to be executed. Leia knew it was coming. It was the best she could expect. At least she wouldn't be tortured for more information; information that they could use against the Rebellion. But how could the Rebellion fight against this, this horror of a weapon?
Leia swallowed hard as the door opened. Two white-armored stormtroopers grabbed her arms and wrenched her from the cell. Leia was honestly surprised that they didn't cuff her as well. They led her down the halls. She knew that she was walking to her doom, but she felt little. She was so empty now. Empty of tears, empty of hope- just done. And so, when they went up the elevator instead of down, she could only spare some hint of curiosity. The elevator stopped, and Leia was escorted down another hallway. This one was decorated; it had artwork on the walls. Where was this? They frog-marched her down the hall and to a door. The door had a plaque with a name. The name Darth Vader.
The stormtroopers opened the door with a quick input of a code. The doors hissed open, and Leia was greeted with the view of a bedroom suite. A very sterile, cold-looking bedroom indeed. A large bed on one side, a table and chair on another, an odd-looking bench along one wall, and a large holoprojector in the far corner. There was a narrow doorway, clearly for the refresher. Then another doorway- far larger than any door should be in a bedroom suite. The stormtroopers practically dragged her into the room, her legs numb and head spinning. This was not what she had expected. Not an execution room or a torture chamber at all. This… Where was she? In Vader's quarters? How, why, what was this? The stormtroopers released her arms and she stood in the middle of the room looking about her in absolute confusion.
"What is going on? Where am I?" Leia managed to get out, her throat tight.
The stormtroopers seemed not to react, but she could hear from under one of their helmets a sinister snicker. The stormtroopers started towards the exit and she half reached out a hand to bring them back.
"Please," she implored, "tell me why I'm here!"
The snickering stormtrooper scoffed, turning his head slightly as the two men reached the door.
"You're Lord Vader's toy now," he said derisively as the door slid quietly shut.
The lock snicked into place and Leia was left, speechless, in the bedroom.
Unconsciously, her hand covered her mouth. What had he said? Already overwhelmed with the loss of everyone she loved, everyone she had known from childhood, her entire planet gone in an instant, and now… a fate worse than death? Or a prolonged, agonizing death at best? Left in Darth Vader's quarters. Lord Vader, the Emperor's Assassin, the giant evil monster in black...
Leia stumbled over to the chair, sinking into it out of habit more than conscious thought. She stared at the long, wide, gray-sheeted bed and her hands shook. It couldn't be. He, he wouldn't. Darth Vader was more machine than man, surely? No one had ever seen him with his helmet off. No one had even seen his skin. Some suspected he was a droid. But, but this? He couldn't possibly want her for his… pleasure. No, it was too much. It was, it was…
The door hissed open and Leia flinched, almost ready to fling herself under the table- as little protection as that would be. But it was just a protocol droid, silver and glistening, clattering its way into the room holding a tray of food.
"Food for the Princess," it said mechanically.
The machine set the food down on the table and then clattered its way back out without a moment's pause. The door shut and locked behind the droid before Leia could even form a response. Leis sat frozen in her chair, her eyes darting from the door to the tray of food and then back again. This, this was real. This was happening. She was eating at Darth Vader's table in Darth Vader's quarters.
It was some time before Leia could bring herself to actually eat. The food had long since lost its warmth, but it had been quite a while since she'd been fed. She hadn't eaten since before Vader had interrogated her. The ominous black droid hovering behind the even darker and more ominous man. The droid had injected her with truth serum and Vader, that monster, had somehow held her immobile. Her body powerless to move- even her finger unable to so much as twitch. Yet he had never touched her, his hand hovering in the air just an arm's length away. Leia could remember little of what actually happened. He asked her many questions, demanded her compliance. But she fought him. She knew she had, for they had obviously not acquired the information they wanted. But what a price! What a price she had paid. The end of everything.
Now it looked as if even that was not punishment enough. What would he do? What was this? What more could he possibly want from her? Leia stood, hesitantly investigating the large door, but it too was locked. She went into the fresher and attempted to clean away the dried tears, to splash her face with the cold, icy water and bring some kind of clarity to this new twist. She rubbed her damp hands down her stained and tattered white dress. She brought her hands up to her hair, smoothing the braid that she had plaited and plaited again as she waited, anxious and hopeless, in her cell. Her trembling hands went to tidy the braid once again, but fell before she made any alterations. Leia looked at her sunken eyes in the mirror. Why bother? Why bother with any of it? Maybe, maybe it was time to find an end to herself. To throw herself off the proverbial cliff.
All this pain. There was no escape now, she knew. No one would come for her. The only hope Leia had is that maybe she could find something in this room to do the deed, or perhaps she could anger one of the stormtroopers enough… But no, no they would not dare to harm her now. Not now that she was Lord Vader's… toy. A shudder ran through her. His toy. What a horrifying thought. How would she survive this? Did she want to survive this? The answer to both questions was no. No, she didn't want to survive. No, she wouldn't survive. She couldn't even fight back, not against Darth Vader's mysterious power. Not even against just his physical strength. Without a weapon, without even the protection of her people, without her station as an ambassador and princess… Princess of the dust, now. Let him do what he would. Let it be over. And then maybe, in some twisted form of mercy on Vader's part, Leia could move on to be with the rest of her people, to the quiet darkness of death.