The Strip
Summary: Losing Harry was bad. Especially for Zoro.
It wasn't Zoro's fault. At least, not completely. He didn't want to babysit in the first place. If that damned Ero-cook didn't force the kid on him, none of this would have happened.
But it did.
Zoro had lost Harry.
It hadn't been for long - Zoro let go of his hand for a second and when he turned back around, the kid had vanished - however, it had been enough time for Harry to wander off into a club.
A strip club to be exact.
Zoro had been mortified when Brooke showed up, Harry on his hip, and told him about finding Harry in there. When asked why he was visiting the stripclub in the first place, Brooke answered, "Panties," and Zoro left the issue alone. It didn't need much more explanation than that.
"Don't tell anyone about this and I'll buy you whatever you want." Zoro bribed, knowing that it was the best way to get what he wanted from Harry. After all, Harry was Nami's son, adopted or not, and her money-loving trait was easily passed on to the kid. Just like Sanji's womanizing habits would probably be.
Harry beamed at the bribe and promised not to tell anyone.
OMAKE
Zoro groaned and clutched at his throbbing head, a result of Nami and Sanji's beating.
He should have known that they'd find out about the strip club incident (Sanji was more angry about Zoro losing him than where the boy wandered off to, but Nami was pissed off about the whole damn thing).
Harry had kept his promise perfectly.
Nami and Sanji found out after interrogating the crew about why Harry was asking such awkward questions. Zoro didn't blame Brooke for breaking under pressure. Nami was fucking scary.
A/N: I'm taking prompts for the Papa!Sanji and chibi!Harry universe!