Yungblud has always been known for his explosive personality, his unapologetic honesty, and his ability to shock the world with raw emotion. But long before he became the boundary-breaking rockstar fans know today, he carried a childhood belief that was so unusual, so strangely touching, and so deeply rooted in love that it almost sounds like a movie script. It all began with a single story told by the most imaginative woman in his life: his grandmother.

Growing up, Yungblud’s mother didn’t have a father in the picture, and this absence left a quiet space in the family — a space his grandmother chose to fill not with sadness, but with fantasy. Instead of explaining the complicated truth, she created a world where little Dominic Harrison (the boy who would become Yungblud) was the grandson of a music legend. Not just any legend — but Rod Stewart, the iconic voice behind “Maggie May,” a man whose music filled generations of households.

Imagine being a young child, sitting with your feet in a warm foot bath while your grandmother looks at you with total sincerity and tells you, “Rod Stewart is your granddad.” To young Yungblud, this wasn’t a lie — it was magic. It gave him pride, confidence, and a sense of belonging. For nearly nine years, he carried that belief as truth, telling friends, imagining stories, and seeing himself as part of a musical legacy.

But the most powerful lies — even the harmless ones — eventually meet the light.

That moment arrived in a grocery store on an ordinary day that would become unforgettable. Little Yungblud picked up a Rod Stewart CD near the checkout counter and stared at the photo on the cover. His lip trembled, his heart filled with longing, and with the innocence only a child can possess, he said loudly, “Nan… when’s granddad coming home?”

The world stopped. Shoppers turned. The cashier froze. And then—laughter erupted. Not mocking, not cruel, just the kind of surprised laughter people release when something impossibly pure has been spoken out loud. His grandmother, cornered by the moment, had no choice but to reveal the truth gently. Rod Stewart was not his grandfather. It was a story — a beautiful, harmless, well-intentioned story.

For most people, discovering such a truth might feel like betrayal. But for Yungblud, it eventually became a cherished memory. Yes, it was shocking. Yes, it was embarrassing. But it was also a reminder of how fiercely his grandmother loved him — enough to build an entire fantasy just to make him feel special, chosen, connected to greatness.

Years passed. Yungblud grew up, built his own career, and created his own musical identity — loud, powerful, wild, and deeply emotional. One day, the story resurfaced on the air during an interview on Capital FM, and fans everywhere were stunned by the strange sweetness of it.

But then something happened that even he could never have predicted.

Rod Stewart heard the story.

And instead of brushing it off or ignoring it, the legendary singer responded with humor, warmth, and kindness. “Alright, my wee grandson!” he reportedly said — a moment that left Yungblud starstruck and laughing in disbelief. It was almost as if the fantasy from his childhood had come full circle, not as truth, but as a moment of connection between two artists across generations.

This entire experience reveals something profoundly human about Yungblud — the boy behind the performer. It shows how deeply family stories shape us, how the imagination of one loving grandmother can echo throughout a lifetime, and how even the strangest childhood myth can become a cherished chapter of someone’s identity.

In the end, Yungblud didn’t need to be Rod Stewart’s grandson to become extraordinary. He found his voice, carved his own path, and built a career on authenticity rather than lineage. But the memory of believing he carried a rock legend’s blood? That remained a spark — a reminder of where his dream began.

Sometimes, the stories we’re told as children aren’t meant to deceive us. They’re meant to lift us. To inspire us. To make us feel loved.

And in Yungblud’s case, that story did exactly that.