Hello! And welcome to the TWELFTH YEAR of Gaara Week! A Gaara focused weekly challenge leading up to his birthday! This weekly challenge will start on the 12th of January and run until Gaara’s Birthday on the 19th of January.
Feel free to draw, write, make, cosplay, sing, dance, take screenshots, make gifs, whatever you want! As long as it has something to do with each separate day’s theme, and you create it yourself.
Under no circumstance will AI generated imagery or text be allowed in any way, shape or form. This event is meant to inspire your own creativity and imagination. AI content is not and never will be welcome here.
The year 2026′s themes:
12th January - DAY 1 - Sprout
13th January - DAY 2 - Sun
14th January - DAY 3 - Domestic
15th January - DAY 4 - Hawk
16th January - DAY 5 - Lesson
17th January - DAY 6 - Recreation
18th January - DAY 7 - Precious
19th January - DAY 8 - Gaara’s Birthday!
Tag all your contributions with #gaaraweek and #gaaraweek2026! Make sure they’re in the first 5 tags listed otherwise they may not show up! You can also submit your creations to @justgaara or message me directly.
If you’re busy and don’t have time to join in everyday, then you’re welcome to pick out your favourites and just do a few. I will be following the tags all January, so if you don’t make it in time for this exact week, you are still able to complete the challenge in your own time. If you have any questions please don’t hesitate to ask me over at @justgaara.
You are free to create whatever you want with each day’s theme, just know that @justgaara is strictly Gaara only, so if you make something that contains anyone else besides Gaara and his immediate family I won’t be able to share it on my blog.
Know that hate or negativity of any kind will not be tolerated.
Don't like this year's themes? Fear not! You can go back to any previous year and choose any of those themes! Follow this link to the Gaara Week Master List!
Still trying to get back into the swing of drawing and posting every day. Heres a drawing of Gaara I am playing with atm. I may change his clothing to an older set, but not sure yet.
I have a second version that's a grey scale. I was playing with colouring with it, which was fun.
Please do not use my work.
Commissions closed. Please check my pinned post for updates
Synopsis: Gaara holds his newborn son for the first time
Tags/Warnings: Post-Childbirth, Fluff, Hospitals
WC: 1,220
Fanfiction Masterlist
The room is quiet, the only sound being the soft, steady sounds of your newborn son breathing.
Warm afternoon light filters through the window, casting a gentle golden glow across the room.
You shift slightly against the pillows, careful not to disturb the tiny bundle resting in your arms.
Your son stirs faintly in his sleep, his small fingers curling instinctively into the blanket wrapped around him, and despite the exhaustion weighing on your body, a soft smile spreads across your face.
Across the room, Gaara stands beside the large window that looks over the village.
For someone who has faced battlefields, leads an entire village, and carries the weight of the Kazekage title on his shoulders, he looks strangely uncertain now.
His posture is stiff, his hands resting awkwardly at his sides like he isn’t quite sure what to do with them.
His blue eyes keep drifting between you and the baby, watching you and the baby quietly, almost intensely, as if he’s trying to memorize every detail.
But he doesn’t step closer.
It’s as if some invisible line holds him a few steps away from the bed, uncertainty flickering across his otherwise calm expression.
You study him for a moment, noticing the hesitation he’s trying—and failing—to hide.
Gaara has faced enemies without fear, but this… this is something entirely new.
Something fragile.
Something precious.
Your son shifts again in your arms, letting out a small sleepy sound.
Instinctively, you adjust the blanket around him, cradling him a little closer to your chest.
The movement immediately draws Gaara’s attention to the baby again.
His gaze softens as your eyes meet his when you look up at him a second later.
Your tired smile deepens slightly.
“Do you want to hold him, Gaara?” you ask gently after a moment of looking into his eyes.
At your question, Gaara’s blue eyes widen.
“What?” he asks softly, his voice almost breathless, as if he isn’t sure he heard you correctly. “What did you say?”
For a moment he just stares at you.
Your question clearly caught him off guard as his blue eyes flicker down to the tiny bundle in your arms, then back up to your face again.
Your son makes a soft little sound in his sleep, shifting slightly against your chest.
You notice the way Gaara’s shoulders tense.
The hesitation.
The quiet uncertainty written across the face of a man who has faced battlefields without flinching—but now looks completely unsure of himself.
Your smile softens.
Carefully, so you don’t jostle the baby, you shift one arm slightly and reach your free hand toward him.
Your fingers extend across the small space between you, palm open in a silent invitation.
“Come here,” you murmur gently, your voice warm despite the exhaustion in it.
Gaara’s eyes drop to your hand and for a second, he simply looks at it, as if grounding himself in the moment.
Then slowly—almost cautiously—he steps closer to the bed.
You can see the nervousness in the careful way he moves, in the way his hands hover slightly like he still isn’t sure where to put them.
Before he can second-guess himself, you gently take his hand.
His fingers are warm when they slide into yours, and for a moment he seems startled by the contact.
You give his hand a small squeeze, your thumb brushing reassuringly over his knuckles.
“It’s okay,” you whisper softly.
You guide his hand a little closer to the baby, letting him feel how small your son really is, how carefully you’re holding him.
Your gaze lifts back to his face. “Do you want to hold him, Gaara?”
For a long moment he doesn’t move or reply when he reaches the bedside, his gaze immediately drops back to the baby.
His lips part slightly, but no words come out.
Instead, a soft, strangled sound escapes his throat—something caught between disbelief and overwhelming emotion.
“It’s okay, my love,” you reassure him gently as your thumb brushes across the back of his hand.
Gaara swallows hard.
He slowly lifts his hands… only to hesitate halfway before dropping them again, uncertainty flickering across his face.
You’ve never seen him look so unsure of himself.
“Take him,” you say softly as you shift the baby in your arms so Gaara can see him better, cradling your son’s small head securely in the crook of your elbow as you offer him forward.
Gaara freezes.
“A-Are you sure?” he asks quietly, his voice trembling slightly as his eyes flicker nervously to the baby’s tiny body.
“Of course,” you reply with a reassuring smile. “You’re his father after all.”
Gaara closes his eyes for a brief moment.
When he opens them again, he bends down slowly, moving incredibly careful as he slides his arms beneath the baby.
One arm supports your son’s tiny body while the other carefully cradles the fragile little head the way he watched the nurses do earlier.
The moment your son settles into Gaara’s arms…
You notice it immediately.
He starts shaking.
His shoulders tremble slightly as he stares down at the tiny boy now resting against his chest.
Then his eyes fill with tears.
“Oh, Gaara…” you murmur softly as the first tear slips down his cheek.
He lets out a shaky laugh that sounds halfway between joy and disbelief.
“I… I feel like I’m going to drop him,” he stammers quietly, tightening his hold on the blanket as he adjusts his grip. “I’m shaking so much…”
“You’re not going to drop him,” you reassure him gently as you finally allow yourself to relax back against the pillows, exhaustion settling deep into your body now that everything is over.
Your head sinks into the pillow as you watch him.
Watch your husband hold your child for the very first time.
Gaara looks completely mesmerized.
His eyes move slowly over the baby’s tiny features—the soft curve of his cheeks, the faint dusting of hair on his head, the impossibly small hands curled against the blanket.
“He looks like you, doesn’t he?” you say softly.
Gaara sniffles, ducking his head slightly to wipe his face against the sleeve of his arm, but his gaze never leaves your son.
“I was going to say the same thing about you…” he murmurs quietly.
His voice sounds awed.
Almost reverent.
The longer he stares, the more emotional he seems to become.
“I have a son…” Gaara whispers as his arms instinctively pull the baby a little closer to his chest. “We have a son…”
He repeats the words like he needs to hear them out loud to believe they’re real.
“I… I never thought…” His voice falters.
For someone who spent most of his life believing he would always be alone… believing love and family weren’t meant for him…
The moment feels almost unreal.
Time seems to slow as the two of you simply stare at the tiny life in his arms.
Your son shifts slightly in Gaara’s hold, letting out a tiny sleepy sound.
Gaara freezes instantly, but after a second, his face softens and a small, fragile smile spreads across his lips—one of the most genuine smiles you’ve ever seen from him.
And as you watch him holding your son so carefully, something warm settles in your chest.
