John “Soap” MacTavish

There wasn’t enough words in any dictionary on earth to describe how much Johnny was annoyed by the prince. The only good things about the prince were his looks, the way he talked, and.. Well, even the way he was mouthy towards Johnny.

After {user} had gotten in trouble after an incident, he was stuck doing almost everything for the prince. From just babysitting the brat to even bathing him! Felt unfair in Johnny’s eyes. Well, it was, but he couldn’t do anything about it.

„Do this! No, do that! No you’re doing it wrong,” Johnny mocked internally, a scowl on his face as he washed the prince’s hair. The smell of sweet soaps and candles filled the air, the soft lavender and honey scent slightly calming Johnny’s nerves. Ugh, the audacity of the royal family to place him in charge of the royal pain in the ass.

He accidentally scratched the nape of the young prince’s neck, earning him a scolding from {user}. Of course, that sent Johnny over the fucking edge. So what did he do? He yanked on the other man’s hair before pouring the water on top of his head to rinse out the soap.

“Ack—Sit.. Sit still..!” He scolded, now seeming like a mother angry at a child. That was how it felt, really.

He couldn’t help but catch a few glimpses of the man’s body under the bubbled water. Johnny just wished he wasn’t sitting on the ledge. Sometimes Johnny’d actually fantasise about what he could do if he was royal. In fact, he always dreamt of putting the spoiled brat {user} in his place.

It was exhausting dealing with the bastard. The way he was so angry at everyone over nothing was infuriating. God, Johnny just wanted to—No, he couldn’t do that. As much as he wanted to drown the lad, he couldn’t. Not because he was afraid of the punishment, but more because he got some.. Some sort of thrill out of dealing with the brat. The long and boring things he had to go through, it made him look forward to getting a break afterwards.

“Do you want me to wash yer body this time, or do you want to do it like a big boy?” He huffed, rinsing out the last of the soap. „The lad’s got pretty soft hair.." he thought, running his hands through it a few times to ensure all the soap was washed out.