A Y/N x Damian Priest Fluff Fanfiction
Summary: Damian shaves his beard, shocking his baby daughter Luna, who bursts into tears, leaving him scrambling to win back her trust.
The living room was a cheerful mess of colorful toys and soft baby laughter. Six-month-old Luna sat on the plush rug, surrounded by stuffed animals, blocks, and a teething ring she was gnawing on with great determination. Y/N lounged on the couch nearby, watching her baby girl with a mix of amusement and adoration. Luna’s laugh was infectious, and her tiny giggles brightened the room like sunlight.
In the bathroom, Damian Priest leaned over the sink, scrutinizing himself in the mirror. His goatee—his trademark look—had become unruly in ways he didn’t like and making his skin itch. He scratched at his jawline, grimacing.
"Yeah, this has gotta go," he muttered, reaching for his trimmer.
He hesitated for a moment, staring at his reflection. It had been months since he’d gone clean-shaven, and the thought made him a little nervous. But then he shrugged. "It always grows back," he reasoned, flicking on the razor. "No big deal."
The sound of buzzing filled the bathroom as Damian went to work, carefully shaving off the layers of dark stubble until his skin was smooth. When he finally rinsed his face and looked in the mirror, he hardly recognized himself.
"Whoa," he said, tilting his head to examine the result. "Damn, I look... younger." He chuckled, running a hand over his now-bare chin. "All right, let’s see what the girls think."
Feeling lighter and more refreshed, Damian stepped into the living room with a grin. Y/N glanced up first, her eyes immediately widening in shock.
"Luis!" she exclaimed, sitting up straight.
Luna, hearing her mother’s startled tone, looked up from her teething ring and locked eyes with Damian. She froze, her tiny brows furrowing as she stared at her dad. Her gaze shifted from his eyes to his chin, as if she were trying to piece together a puzzle.
Luna’s face crumpled. Her bottom lip quivered. A deep, sorrowful wail erupted from her, and her arms shot out toward Y/N as if begging for rescue from the stranger who had invaded their home.
Y/N blinked, stunned, before quickly scooping Luna into her arms. "Oh no, baby, it’s okay! It’s okay!" she cooed, bouncing Luna gently. "It’s just Daddy!" She turned to Damian, her lips twitching as she fought to keep a straight face. "Luis, what have you done?"
Damian stood there, dumbfounded, his hands half-raised as if to plead his innocence. "What do you mean, what have I done? I just shaved! That’s all!"
Luna, however, wasn’t buying it. She buried her face in Y/N’s shoulder, crying as though her world had been turned upside down.
Y/N couldn’t hold back her laughter any longer. "Luis," she said, shaking her head as she rubbed Luna’s back, "she doesn’t even recognize you! You broke her little heart."
"I broke her heart?!" Damian exclaimed, pointing to his face. "It’s still me! Same voice, same eyes, same everything—just less hair!"
Y/N raised an eyebrow at him, her expression both amused and sympathetic. "Apparently, the goatee was part of your whole identity, babe. She’s not ready for this kind of change."
Damian groaned, running a hand over his bare chin. "Come on, Luna. It’s Daddy! Look, see?" He crouched down, trying to make eye contact with his daughter. He spoke in a playful tone, the same one that usually made her giggle. "Mami, it’s me. You’re not even giving me a chance here!"
Luna peeked at him from the safety of Y/N’s shoulder, her teary eyes full of distrust. She sniffled, her tiny fists clutching at her mom’s shirt as if to say, Who is this strange man, and why is he pretending to be Daddy?
Y/N laughed so hard her sides hurt. "You’ve got some work to do, Luis. She looks like she’s about to call security on you."
Damian threw his hands in the air. "Oh, come on! It’s not that serious!" He sighed, then leaned closer to Luna, speaking softly. "Okay, Luna. I’ll grow it back. I promise. Daddy made a mistake, and he’s sorry."
Luna’s cries softened, turning into quiet sniffles as she studied him intently. Slowly, she reached out a tiny hand, her fingers brushing against his smooth chin. She patted it, her expression one of deep confusion. Then, as if coming to a decision, she smacked his cheek with surprising force.
Y/N doubled over with laughter. "I think that’s her way of saying, ‘Don’t ever do this again.’"
Damian groaned dramatically, though he couldn’t help but smile as he cradled Luna in his arms. "Noted. Beard stays. Daddy’s not making this mistake twice."
Y/N grinned, leaning over to kiss his cheek. "Good. You’ve learned your lesson."
Damian looked at Luna, who was now starting to giggle again as she tugged on his nose. He smiled, his heart melting. "You’re lucky you’re cute," he said softly, kissing her forehead.
Y/N smirked. "She’s lucky? Luis, you’re the one who needs to win her back."
Damian sighed. "Great. My own daughter’s already harder to impress than her mom."
Luna squealed in delight, as if she understood the joke, and Damian shook his head with a chuckle. "At least one of you is laughing now."
